The joy of being properly gendered...

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It is soo nice to hear friends and family referring to me as "she" and "her" and "miss". It's nice to not have to cringe on the inside as much. I still have to hear it when going out anywhere, though. I don't pass, but I don't exactly look manly, either. The word "sir" just sounds so masculine. It's like daggers in my stomach.

I've seen cis people get mad when someone misgenders them, whether on the phone or in person, and yet so many of them can't understand how it pains us to get the same treatment even if it's not intentional or malicious.

When I was a kid and had to dress up in a suit for like a wedding or something, my grandpa would say how handsome or how sharp I looked. I always hated that. I react so much better to "beautiful" or "pretty" or "gorgeous", even if it's total bullshit. It's just more appropriate to who I am.

I started transitioning last year when I was 33, and I'm 34 now. I've been on HRT for 8 months. Is it not amazing how much more normal and balanced you feel in comparison to all those years of anguish and frustration? I get so mad that I didn't figure everything out when I was at least a teenager. Almost half of my life living a lie, but I hope I have at least 34 more years ahead of me as the real me. I hope the same for all of you.     

[Taka]

only kids ever get it right with me.
not that they gender me right, they just treat me according to the right gender.
so i'm called "she", and then my daughter calls her mom the coolest there is.
and she and her best friend don't talk about who's prettiest of me and the bff's mom, but who's stronger of me and the bff's dad.

adults don't do that, they just aren't able to see the most obvious things.
i have a female body, so i'm not bothered when people gender me female in speech.
but their attitude towards me bothers me a lot. they just refuse to see that i'm not the type to appreciate being compared to women.

[EchelonHunt]

I remember when I began coming to terms with my transgender identity, my mind became overwhelmed when I would hear my family members refer me as she/her. It reached a point where I had a nervous breakdown over it.

I look back on my behaviour back then and smile, shaking my head. Sure, I wanted so badly to be referred as a boy I was, that I am... lately, I realised that what gender I am (or lack there of), what pronouns I go by, I don't really care about that anymore.

I'm happy with who I am now.

I was called "she" and "girl" by my friend's roommate who saw me dressed up in my Cheshire cat outfit. I was genuinely surprised since I thought my deep voice would have given it away but I wasn't horrified or triggered by dysphoria, not at all. I found it amusing and part of me was excited that I was androgynous enough to be perceived as a girl or a boy.

Gendered terms can go either way as well. There can be some darn handsome girls and pretty men out there.

I'm very happy for you, though!