I've had a bit of chivalry, and I don't mind it one bit. Actually, I thoroughly enjoy it.
One discovery I made just a few days after I came out: I'd noticed about myself many years ago that whenever I was walking down the street and was going to run into someone, I would always get out of their way. I eventually decided that I was simply obeying the Law of the Jungle--the smaller must always give way to the bigger, and at 5'3" I'm almost always the smaller.
But one day just after I'd come out, I was walking down the street and was on a collision course with some guy and so as usual I started to move aside. Then I caught myself: "Wait a minute! Let him get out of my way! He can show a woman a bit of respect." So I just kept going straight ahead and (lo and behold!) he stepped aside. I was overjoyed. "Ha! At last, a bit of respect. And all I had to do to get it was to put on a skirt."
Ever since then, if I'm about to run into some guy, I just keep going and he always gets out of my way. The only guys who don't would be really old geezers or the odd really rude guy. But the overwhelming majority will give way to me.
And it's happened often enough that some guy holds a door for me. Whenever that happens, I smile, thank him, sail on through and tell him, "You're right! I am worth it!" (I don't really say that.)
Your average guy does enjoy, I think, being chivalrous. Makes him feel like a man. So why deny him the pleasure? I feel like I'm doing him a favour.