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I’m a cis woman, but I can do a neat half-windsor thanks to going to a ridiculous girls school that had a tie as part of the winter uniform. Changing a tyre after you’ve had a dude rattle-gun it on? Get your cross-brace on the nut and give it several hard taps with whatever solid object you have on hand. The repeated impact force will do more than standing on it. Changing my own oil, fluids, fuses, bulbs? No probs. Diagnosing enough of a car problem to take it to the mechanic and say “seems like the alternator” or “the fuel pump seems claggy” so they think I know what I’m on about and don’t get cheated? Absolutely can do, in loving heels and makeup if I like. Cooking? Been doing it for myself since primary school (but I don’t that often because cooking for one loving sucks and I’m tired) Forming meaningful and lasting relationships? Heh, uh. Nah. Giving any sort of a gently caress about myself and my health and habits? Also no. If you’re looking for me I’ll be drinking a beer in bed, rotting my brain on a dead gay forum, and the cat box almost certainly needs scooping.
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