I saw a pooner a couple of days ago at the convenience store as I was checking out. Had a full beard and was wearing loose cargo pants, but she was only about 4 foot and had the typical petite frame that betrays most pooners. The main takeaway was that I clocked her by how she walked, which I never thought possible. I don't how to put it in words, maybe certain women have a gait or stride men don't? All I know is my ape brain detected her in my peripheral, said "that's a lady", and then I look over to a tiny lil' dood with a beard. They really are like skinwalkers, you get a faint Twilight-Zone feeling looking at them, but you ultimatley just feel sad for them (unlike the male troons).