Just up the road from me are the first venues for a great many of the punk bands, just the other way is Camden town and it’s marketplaces of goth and industrial and kawaii and Lolita and who knows what else. Plainly, there are many androgynous and unusual looks milling around. So what does an androgyne, as the sort of person who feels that they are intrinsically neither male nor female, do?

Androgynous

    Well, very little. I just don’t like most androgynous presentation. I think most times when a person leaps for a ‘look’ they look like a pretentious fool. Androgynous presentation seems to have doubly enhanced problems of that type, because most clothes are inherently gendered and those that are not are unisex, which is itself a statement. I could easily go find myself a dozen flouncing shirts and some buckley masculine skirts put them with my trusty pair of Doc Martin boots and stride around. To be honest I wouldn’t even receive all that many funny comments either. People do things like that all the time.
    But to do that would not be an expression of myself, not even myself as a psychological androgyne. I am a quiet soul, sort of. I don’t want someone looking at me and thinking ‘you’re really out there’. I want someone to look at me and think ‘you’re like me’. Anything unusual about me is to be discovered in time, not blared from far away.

Androgyne

     I have only seen one completely androgynous looking person. And I think they did that by accident. They were wearing a light blue hoodie, some jeans and black boots, and I still can’t work out whether they were male or female.

    Inspired by their example, here is the outfit that best represents me. It is unshowy, unflattering, a little tweedy, scruffy, shambling, and just slightly off centre.

And could (dis)grace the wardrobes of men or women.


                All it needs is an androgyne sun symbol button as sold by Pica Enterprises  :)

         And now....A cartoon depicting the perils of gender-blended presentation