No matter how well I pass, I'm always going to identify as trans. I just don't think about it all the time. Except of course, when I go home to where people knew my male doppelgänger. But because I love my mom I don't make a big deal about it when she misgenders me, I just point it out when she doesn't correct herself. I've found that you can respond by rolling your eyes and gently correcting people and they will be the ones embarrassed. It doesn't always have to be a big deal or trans thing, people usually just make assumptions. If you had corrected the barista, you could have ameliorated any embarrassment on her part by telling her, "it's fine, I'm not wearing my face today anyways." And then laugh. Life is too short to assume maliciousness.
Hugs,
- Katie
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