Had to take my daughters out clothes shopping today, to get their 'spring collection'. My eldest is a fashionista but my youngest couldn't care less about clothes as long as she's warm & dry. So my eldest went all Gok Wan on my youngest.

The trouble is: there's only so much wandering around women's clothing & lingerie shops that a transitioning gay transguy can take before the dysphoria hits like a sledgehammer.

So I coped for two hours before running out of patience & insisting on stopping for lunch. Only to then have a (gay) barista in Starbucks address me as 'madam'.

The difficult thing was that I had my daughters with me. Normally if I'm on my own I can correct whoever misgendered me, but I have to be considerate of my kids' feeling. So instead of correcting him like I usually do I just got flustered and messed up my order.
He realised what he did when he asked for my name to write it on the cup... and I looked at him pointedly abd told him my obviously male name. He went very quiet & left the bar area after taking my order. That's right, bro: the T in LGBT isn't silent - remember that next time. No apology was forthcoming, though. As per usual.