This post has been a long time coming.
I've been having a bad couple of days, couple of weeks actually.
A couple weeks back I was at the mall with mum, dressed and looking as masculine as I get, and a couple distant relatives walked up, chatted with mum a bit, referred to me repeatedly in the feminine bend of the words, mum didn't correct them (it's my business to come out on my own terms and all that, so I didn't expect her to), and I was taken aback by how hurt I got. How I just wanted to walk away from it all and such.
A week after that, dad and another relative of mine were sitting at the table in my home after sharing a beautiful dinner with us (I'm a damned good cook!) and dad corrected himself at one point and referred to me along with a female relative in the gender neutral term, as if talking 'bout one guy and one girl, and the other relative corrected him back.
I cowardly didn't say anything and just sank into my seat.
And then today, the nail in my emotional coffin, I woke up feeling like a bloke.
Hubby gave me a good sendoff to work and called me a boy and referred to me in the masculine way, which made my ego purr.
And I was feeling, kinda good.
And a woman comes into the shop and says rather loudly "I almost never meet girls that are taller than me".
I'm at work, can't break down or argue, so I smile and go along.
But it's rather apparent I can't pass.
Not worth dirt.