I give you, the marstache
I rocked a 'stache for Jefe's birthday last night.
It was odd. I've gone out in drag before, but this time was different. Maybe my facial hair was more convincing or something, but I became "one of the guys".
Subtle little interactions with my friends were different. Like instead of a guy friend standing relaxed, his chest was more puffed out, just slightly more distant.
I kept wondering what was wrong and realizing... oh... I have a giant mustache on my face.
This was true for several guy friends.
Humans are weird. What a neat experience.