One of the lady’s working at the bag check-in told a woman behind me to “follow that lady over there…”

It took me a second to realize she was talking about me; I just shaved, plus I’m in N’CogИeat-O mode, meaning my hair is down, my hat is on, and though I’m not wearing sunglasses to go full-phantom mode, my glasses are still somewhat feminine with the two-tone blue-yellow combo.

This isn’t the first time I’ve been mistaken for a girl. It’s probably happened more times than I’m aware, but there are 2 times I can clearly remember feeling that sensation of, “oh shit, that chick’s a dude!¿!”

It’s funny because people tend to apologize, or at least feel awkward about it, but I don’t mind; actually, it makes me happy, like someone who doesn’t have any expectation for who Iam can finalize recognize Hannah…😊

This is a little side-note, but even though I’ve come out to my Mom, she still worries about using feminine words to describe me. It doesn’t bother me since I realize that she still sees me as “her little boy,” and everyone knows little boys like to be “cool & handsome” rather b than “cute & pretty.”

I like being a Pretty Boy…

I understand my mother’s experience, since even though I’m living it, I still struggle with that automatic association I have with society. There’s this 1 trans girl (no operation) who I met in crazy camp 1c of the times I got sent there, though it was only a day camp that time…

Anyways, she told me multiple times that she identifies as a girl. She was kinda similar to me; long hair, even more of that slender, feminine frame those who can “pass” tend to have. Still, my checklist told my robot that she was a man, so I’m pretty sure I called her, “he/him” the entire time…

No offense; and thank you, since you provided an anchor so I don’t have to keep floating through the same salty seas…

1 last thing to mention about my mom, just like me learning to unlearn my expectations for pronouns, she too, with the help of my sister, is becoming more comfortable with the idea, having already accepted it without understanding on my behalf. Just recently, she bought me a shirt with sparkles!

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Anyway, really quick

I’m the lady at southwest didn’t realize her “mistake,” and that makes me happy. At least in her world, I’ll forever be a girl…😊