I actually had this typed out in ATMB, but figured it’d just be moved here most likely. 
So…Frank…I guess there’s not any doubt now, is there?
(please tell me I was not the only one who thought that the former This Year’s Model was a female?)
Isn’t that just like the internet? You think somebody’s a hot chick and she turns out to be some dude named Frank.
FTR, I knew TYM was a guy, but I’m not sure how.
- Peter Wiggen
You are not alone… I always pictured TYM as a chick. One with a firm guiding hand yet ever so gentle when admonishments were needed.
Now I don’t know what to think. Maybe I’ll stop thinking. Or somethin’. 
I dunno, I always pictured him as this 40-year-old dude with wireframe glasses. Then again I may have just described 50% of the internet.
It’s the internet, people. Sometimes I think all the hot chicks are really dudes named Frank.
We may call him Frank but he looks like Elsie.
How could you think he was a chick? The giveaway was the boner.
You’re still a hot chick, though, right?
(In my mind’s eye, you look like Heinlein’s Hamadryad Weatheral, who, in my mind’s eye, looks like Valerie Bertinelli, circa 1980. I think my mind’s eye wears glasses with tape on them.)
I thought he was a girl, too.
FTR, I am *not * a dude named Frank.
But do you want to go to Chelsea?
I’d like to be frank, but I can’t because he’s Frank, so I guess we can take comfort in the fact that he doesn’t want to eat, drink and be Mary.
Well, that’s a relief.
I notice you didn’t answer about yourself. :dubious:
I thought he was car.
So what is your name, dude?
Lacy. I’m a hot blonde, 5’10" tall. I like to waterski, read books, and I just love staying home and serving my man all day!
So…a/s/l?
The golden one has left us, gone to her island,
gone to her temple there, gone to her shrine
with its incensed altar. She has left us behind
and closed the door. If we could see her now
how beautiful she would be? Imagine her there,
the Graces bathing her; those lovely handmaids;
and oiling her with fragrant sweetness, covering
every curve of her bountiful body with sacredness
and the green scent of lives, and dressing her
in filmy silken robes, and roping her neck
with golden chains, dropping gold from her ears,
ringing her fingers with gold. She is laughing.
How our darling loves to laugh! And now
look! she is leaving her temple again, coming
back to bring us more joyous trouble, laughing
and laughing, cutting a path right through the stars.
–Homer
No, seriously, I’m very much a girl. Too much of a girl right now, I’ll admit, but I’m working on that… 
I am a girl named Frank.
I usually read your name as ‘Can’t Hear You’.
And I’m a boy named Sue!