Yesterday, my wife and I went to the local town's Women's March. (Yes, they held it a couple of days later than everywhere else.) It was advertised as trans-inclusive, so I wasn't worried about TERFs, and I didn't encounter any. There were about 200 marchers, a respectable turnout for this small town. At least 90% of them were university students.
It was kind of low-key. We listened to speeches, marched a few blocks, listened to more speeches, marched again, and listened some more. It was cold, and got colder as the sun started setting, so we left before the last speech. We didn't really interact with anyone else: there was no one we knew, and few people remotely close to our age. Still, it was good to feel a part of something larger, and to feel like I belonged there.
It's harder to look feminine when you are all bundled up. Wearing a hat is always a problem for me because of my wig. But since I knew we'd be outdoors and I wouldn't have to remove it, I wore a cute tuque over my own hair, which curls out at the back enough to make a very feminine appearance. I don't wear makeup much these days, but I did put a bit of foundation over my beard shadow. (Electrolysis tomorrow.) And I wore lipstick, of course. To be honest, I don't think anyone noticed me at all. If they did, it was probably "What's that old broad doing with all us university students?"