It still seems weird anytime I get gendered correctly in public. A part of me is convinced that people are just humoring me, but as it happens more and more (it’s still a somewhat rare occurrence – though I do find that some places that once consistently called me “sir” aren’t gendering me at all, anymore – which I do see as progress).

I went to the movies the other night with my partner. As she went to use the restroom, I was hanging out in the theater bar (yes, this theater has a bar. Neat stuff.). The male bartender talked with me for a couple minutes, was friendly. He stepped away for a second to close out someone’s tab, comes back, and says, “what can I get for you, miss?”

Being called “miss,” I felt like I had the ability to order drinks normally outside of my comfort zone. So, I ordered a cosmopolitan (they’re delicious, don’t criticize). Then, the moment of dread: “can I see your ID?”

Crap. Usually my appearance and/or my voice will give me away, but now I face the awkward moment of this guy looking at the government-issued ID that has a picture of pre-transition me, my birth name, and a big mark that says “Male” on it.

He looks at the ID, up at me, down at the ID… “um… this is some guy’s ID…” confused. I say, “it’s my ID… I know.” He looks down at the ID again and says, “oh, this IS you!”

Yup.

He proceeds to be really weird to me from that point onward.

More incentive to update my name/gender ASAP.

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