This dress does not define what I can say. I may speak passionately about the smell of burning rubber at a drag race without irony.
My make-up in no way covers up my intellect, nor should it lead you to conclude I belong on your arm rather than at a podium.
My curves do not correlate negatively to my strength of character or might. I am both physically and mentally capable with all my measurements.
I am feminine. I am masculine. I need not choose one in spite of the other. And neither do you.