First off, apologies for redundancy. I know this kind of thing has been probably posted a million times, but I'm just so confused right now, I've gotta bitch.
I've been woman, girl, lady, and multiple times this week and I can't fathom why.
The first time, I get it. The guy has known me for about 6 years. I went into his Subway like twice a week, for two years, back when I was still trying to be mega-slutty-girly. Even with weight gain/loss, no makeup, and facial scruff, my face is pretty recognizable. On the upside, everyone else in there looked completely lost when he kept calling me "she".
The second time, I can sort of get. My boyfriend and I were doing laundry up the street, went into the 24/7 convenience store adjoined to it, and were chatting with the clerk guy while he swept. He came past me and jokingly said "Damn, woman, outta my way!" and I was just too confused to even say anything. This time around, I'm wearing a massive trench coat and those huge, gothy platform boots. I'm making a point of talking more, because my voice is so deep. Ben goes out of his way to call me boy, brah, bro, boyo, man, and anything else under the sun and still...eugh.
The one I really don't get happened earlier, though. I managed to find a pair of guys' pants that actually fit me right yesterday, and wore those out today with Julie. Those jeans, big baggy hoodie, and a beanie. I asked her and my mom both (who can be both loving and brutally honest at the same time) and they both said I looked like a guy. Unquestionably. I felt confident with that, and went out pretty happily. Didn't get a single stare using the bathrooms all day, had a kid stop me and ask "hey man, what time is it" and figured that I was good to go.
Cabbie we got on the way home, however, called us "ladies". Twice, so I'm sure I didn't just mishear him.
So...I don't get it. I figured if nothing else, my goddamn voice-which actually caused untold problems when I was still trying to be a girl-would help "settle" things. I just...agh. At this point, it doesn't even piss me off half the time, it just completely confuses me. I can't decide if it's just one of those "Well, I do have longer hair" kind of situations, or if I'm seriously doing something wrong. It's not even like a 50/50 split! Its just seemingly sporadic!
Agh. So confused, so agitated, and so not looking forward to going out again tomorrow.