Yesterday I went to a book signing by Jodi Picoult and Jennifer Finney Boylan. I really knew that I HAD to go presenting fully female; something I hadn't done before. I've worn cute t-shirts from Hot Topic, but beyond that I still got misgendered. (it's the pants, isn't it)
This time I wore my push-up bra, a striped blouse, skinny jeans, and had my hair done by my favorite hair stylist in town. It was just me and my daughter, and I was so hyper aware of every little action and movement I made. Were my legs too wide apart? Was my posture too slouching? My daughter, who only came with me because she had to...in typical teenage fashion, watched TikTok while I sat, a ball of anxiety, watching the interview. Afterwards was the photo op, and I simply had to thank Jennifer for advice she gave me and my wife on Twitter a few weeks prior. I was so nervous, and even afterwards I was hyperventilating. Honestly, I was really scared. I felt like a woman, I knew I looked (mostly) like a woman...but dysphoria still got a hold of me.
The photo of the three of us (me in the middle) is to the left. Did I pass? I don't even know...but I'm grateful that I was treated and gendered correctly at the event.