Quote from: Arch on November 27, 2009, 02:54:05 PM
But the ma'am thing, instead of miss, is a bit of a mystery to me.
I've passed a great deal on days even letting the whiskers grow out for some time. People don't always look. Different people have different levels of criticism and scrutiny. People who know someone with PCOS wouldn't bat an eye at a trans person with facial hair and feminine features.
The worst thing are the people who you only know by proxy - restaurants, school, business relations, etc. They see you often enough to mentally adjust to the changes. There's one guy in the food court who calls me by the name on my credit card and I cringe. He's providing great customer service but it makes me want to die. Another restaurant that I go to is staffed by one guy who's been there as long as I have worked here and he knows I'm a guy... I think. But most of the rest call me her... or are very confused mexicans.
I just saw a friend that I hadn't seen since august and, well, she was mostly amazed by my breasts. But she said my face was a little different too. I took her to a lesbian club to go dancing and I got quite a few smiles from the ladies in the crowd. I did as much people watching as I could exhausted, tipsy, and dancing, but looking at the faces of the ladies there, it's really no question that a lot of us who don't think we're passing pass. And I'm sure at times they have to go "Excuse me?" when someone refers to them as sir.
I just had to prevent myself from *hugging* a staunch straight friend goodbye on aim - he has no real idea about what's going on because he never sees me. I'm finding myself 'pulling my punches' regarding my personality sometimes, on things that I want to say to coworkers... but for the most part I express exactly what I feel. I took quite a bit of pride the other day when a male coworker surrendered to me and told me that I argue like a woman. I half giggled and said "Yeah kinda."
I'd say I'm not surprised at all anymore - but there are times when I don't expect to pass at all where I do. Opened a stock account with my mother - handed him my male driver's license and he goes "This is mother-daughter right?" after entering my full legal name. Mom being clinically insane made it so awkward since she wanted to play it along but kept slipping in 'he' here and there and then making a big show of showing she was referring to the broker... oi.
I accidentally called a large black man "ma'am" when he asked where the restroom was today, just because the last 4 people who asked were female.
Womens clothes over 2.5 years, 9 months on spiro, 3 months on E, being called "ma'am" off and on for 23 years.