I've been told that I have a nice sense of humor, ranging from dry to absurd to dark. Once, a guy slashed his wrist while butchering a halved pig. He sprayed a bit of blood. I giggled.
I took Kurt Vonnegut's advice to be kind and so far, the results has been ok. When strangers on the street ask me for directions, I nod and pretend to understand. I then point them toward a random direction, just to inspire them with confidence. They will find their Destination.
I'm also Deaf. Not hard of hearing, completely deaf. That means that I communicate via either Sign Language or WRITTEN English.
I look masculine, scruff and all. But I'm not concerned about keeping my interests and behavior masculine. I mean I do throw around logs, cut a lot of meats, and drink beers with bourbon. But I also bake cookies and giggle.