Well as a white, male bodies individual with a good solid lower middle class education (though a working class background) I should be given the world on a plate with brown sauce...(well, more likely houmous for the privileged).
A little odd then that I can't keep even the lowest paid and menial jobs for very long, or that I am turned away from employment agencies without a word, and scowled away from many a fancy club...must be my face.
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I do have a few advantages though. Very few people point at me as I walk down the street, I do not need to face stares to be myself.
I wouldn't say I am a 'sunday androgyne' though. It is true I have not told anybody...I have not forced through a neutral passport...I do not bore those around me with gender neutral pronouns and I do not make people call me some stupid name like AdamEve. This is because I am a mild, easy going person and want I want more than anything else is a personal connection...To do these obstructive things would get in the way of that possible connection. It would isolate me. I'm an androgyne, not a hermit.
I wouldn't even call it hiding, just a sense of perspective and proportion. I do find receiving letters to 'Mr' a bit irritating, I feel very trapped and confused by Gender: M/F parts of job application forms and I do always tick M. Not because I am a coward, not because I am shallow, not because it doesn't hurt - but because there
are more important things. And being able to afford my rent is one of them.
I do ask my friends and colleagues not to call me 'Mr Stevens' but by my first name. If someone persists after a few reminders, I know they are a wanker. If someone calls me that at an interview, I don't mention it, because I don't want the interviewer to remember me as the nutter who preached obscure corners of gender politics at them... I want that job.
Today I had the first day at my new job. In a shop selling loose tea, teapots and some attractively designed cups, dinner services and stuff. I had an androgyne day...
It included the manly jobs, crawling around attic space warehouses, carrying dusty boxes full of heavy china; feminine jobs, helping a lady my age pick a dinner service for her first ever dinner party, swapping recipes and giggling at kitchen disasters; and jobs that would count as purely neutral, being commanded to 'experience' all the loose tea without drinking it...which involved sniffing in the leaves and feeling it - that sort of tactile curiosity that seems to be inherently genderless.
Now, the boss was watching me throughout today, and I think my actions confused her...she was confused when i turned up with my dark jeans and purple boots but as I left I reckon she had no idea what to make of me....If my experience at the pub was anything to go by then they might be talking about me. In the pub, it was reported to me that the regulars in the pub having a sweepstake on my general sexuality and gender...I remember one of the more frequent bets being that I was actually a woman trying to be a man.

(Something they knew about because two FTMs were semi-regular).
None of these things are, I think, the actions of a hobby androgyne. But an androgyne who wants to be a part of the society they were born in. A sensible androgyne. A not irritating crazy-sod androgyne.
QuoteShut up until you live it and in the mean time, get another hobby.
I also reckon I live my life as an androgyne more openly than you live yours as a man.