Oh I don't know one day whilst cleaning out some boxes of haven't been used for a while stuff I found some very very very old odds and sods of make-up from those times sure if felt pushed to at lust look half alive. And I looked at it and thought you know what fuck it, I don't like it, I can't apply it properly, I don't ever have to wear it again and promptly uoended out all into the rubbish bag.
Was that an epiphinay. It was also the same time that the last remain items of clothing bought out of the women's section of next (had by that time had an important job and had needed to not look like id been dragged through a hedge backwards) went to charity.
I also reclaimed my nickname of Boiled.
However I still think I'm a woman and not a non binary one just because I have completely abandoned the (admittedly in my already extremely limited) shackles of make up and , shudders, blouses.
I think I'd have more respect for bingo if he'd just say this is who i am in going to be a priest but I'm also a man who likes to dress in clothes and wear make-up in a style that these days ( cos I don't remember then making this much fuss in the 80s about make-up and a frock) is consider unmanly.