No one ever stares, I am the visual human equivalent of Beige wallpaper lol

Just consider it a compliment and it won't bother you.

Otherwise I would just make a weird face and...

If they want to judge me that is there problem. I am not religious but i do believe in there supposed good book it says thou salt not judge.

Men stare.
Fat women glare.
I don't care.

Severe social anxiety and basically becoming a hermit for a year. True story.

Doesn't bother me. I'm used to it.

People gawk at me disapprovingly all of the time.

If one dresses as if its halloween one should expect that response. If one has a disability or an aberant appearence, that is human nature to unconsciously evaluate something out of the norm.

Um... no one gawks at old men. So, I wouldn't know.
But my question back to you would be;
If you wear your hair as in your profile picture, aren't you asking to be "gawked" at?

I've learned to deal with it.

Can't say I have ever paid attention.

Not sure what you mean by gawking, you mean admiringly? At my age, I'm rarely gawked at unless I'm dressed to impress, and then I'd be disappointed if I didn't get some admiring glances. If I'm dressed for attention, that's what I expect to get from strangers and acquaintances! If I'm not in the mood to be gawked at, I dress more plainly or conservatively. Though that's subjective, I guess. I sometimes get whistles, and shouts for dates from 20/30somethings when I'm bicycling, and I just have to laugh to myself... If I was pedaling slower they'd be able to see I'm old enough to be their mother!

It depends, what is the proximity of this person to me, what am I doing, how do I feel..

As long as it’s transient stuff in public, I’m fine with it. In fact, I would welcome some staring in my direction. Recently, this woman in a store was staring me down...full out gawking. I found her to be attractive, so I walked over and introduced myself. Without even giving me her name, she blurted out that I had bird shit on my shirt. Great day for my ego!

Men stare.
Fat women glare.
Have ignored the stares for decades.

This is weird. A few weeks ago I was being sort of gawked at on a MARTA train. I didn't recognize him and I just tried to look away. Eventually he spoke. After a short conversation I still didn't know him. People who know me can offer up a concrete memory, at least I think. So anyway, nothing happened. Actually, this has happened twice. I never got to speak with the guy because the guy that was closest to me asked me about my headphones... I think he may have been a coworker 24 years or so ago though he wasn't working in the profession I am in or he was in, at the time, if that's the case.