yeah i pass! i look like a total dude! if i'm wearing baggy, dark, traditionally-masculine-looking clothes, with layers, and my hair isn't dyed, and i'm not wearing visible makeup, and i'm not with girls, and i'm not wearing earrings, and my hair isn't too long, and my nails are unpainted, and i'm conscious of every movement i make, i pass.
...as a faggot or a queer, and i get yelled at and stared at and shoved and harassed and cornered in bathrooms and followed down streets and insulted.
i'm considered well-passing by so many people, expected to have some sort of magical privilege that stops me from violence, yet somehow the sacrifices in self-expression and presentation that i make only convince people that i'm another form of unacceptable.
i'm lucky to be able to pass, yeah. whatever. passing most of the time doesn't make me a cishet perisex man. i'll always be identifiable as "something wrong" and it's annoying to give up so much just to experience just a little less hate