A small local band is one of only three places I am "out" on a regular basis (the others are my hairdresser and the salon where I get waxing done). I explained myself to them last spring and am making every effort to attend practices as Jennifer. It's a short commute and only an hour practice, so I'm fine as long as I don't have to go to the bathroom. (Concerts, for now, are a different story.) Things have gone about as well as they possibly could here.
Tonight, as with all the practices, I spent time thinking about my outfit. I wore a dusky rose top with lace bell sleeves, dark jeggings, and tall brown boots with a 2 1/2-inch wedge, plus clip-on earrings and a large-ish necklace. I also have a homemade name badge that says "Hello my name is Jennifer" for a little assist.
The following happened:
- The director said "Good to see you back, Jennifer" after I missed last week
- When passing out music, the woman next to me said "Thank you sir" but then corrected herself
- On the dues sheet, I'm listed as "[lastname], Jennifer" and I didn't ask for that at all! SQUEEEE!!
The e-mail on the dues list is still my male name and for the moment that can't be helped. But when I saw my femme name on the list my heart leaped.