I got straight up sirred today at work after a coworker used my male name accidentally (which was funny, since we were just having a conversation where he was apologizing for using my male name.) I'm still carrying it with me 7 hours later, but strangely, it doesn't bother me as much as it used to. Somehow, 'being outed' is different than failing on my own merits. First time in months.
Though it was strange considering how many times people ma'amed me even with my male name. Black men, bleh.