Someone who knew me prior to transition and is blind to their own bias saying that surely at least some of my coworkers "know".
Finding the taste of their own foot irresistably delicious, they proceeded to cram it right on down their throat saying that they can "always tell" (thinks they have transdar because they suffer from confirmation bias) and if they saw me in the street would think I was a "drag king". Finished off with a failed compliment of congratulating me on my adam's apple and saying "that's how you can spot the TVs." Setting aside the ignorant misuse of "->-bleeped-<-", they contradicted themselves. Would they think I was a drag king, or would they see my adam's apple and assume I'm male? Can't have it both ways.
I've experienced enough of people merely humoring me, and enough of people gendering me correctly, to know the difference. If this person "saw me in the street" they would correctly assume I'm male, like everyone else does at this point. The one reliable visual indicator of my condition is handily hidden with a device known as "pants", which I'm clever enough to always wear in public.
Yep, that made me mad.