Went out to lunch with my colleagues to celebrate a couple of birthdays. Whilst all the ladies were ordering fancy risottos and fragrant Thai thingies, I ordered the Full English Breakfast (bacon, egg, sausage, tomato, baked beans, mushroom, black pudding, toast - yum!).
My boss, who was sat next to me, asked what I'd ordered and when I told her she remarked "Wow, that's such a blokey thing to order! You're such a guy!". I actually hugged her for that one.

Then during the meal I needed to use the bathroom and as luck would have it our table was right next to the toilets, which were the usual gender-segregated facilities. I'm still not 100% confident about using the gents' (even though I haven't used a ladies' toilet in about 8 months), but I just sucked it up & marched straight into the gents' toilet, right in front of all of my colleagues.
Take that, dysphoria!