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Well that was a fun weekend. Yesterday was a Kerry Greenwood book launch for 'Medea' which was fun, as those usually are. I know she turns these things out as fast as is humanly possible but I could wish to see them more often. This was followed (as they usually are) with a meal across the road which included a glass of Samuel Smith's Oatmeal Porter, one of the more chewable beverages I've had of late. This was followed by a lovely afternoon/evening with

montjoye which involved a trip to Spotlight mostly to get lace trim to help with the lining of the utterly spectacular coat that she's nearly finished and partly to get thread to suit the cloth which she so generously gave me. We then had yummy corn and ham and vegetablish soup while watching Sherlock Holmes and in her case, hemming her coat.

I got home to discover that

tenbears's old van had vanished from where it had been parked out the front of my place for the past few weeks. I called him, he called me, the police called me and the matter was resolved this morning by 10B locating it parked up the other end of my street. This didn't really surprise anyone. The clutch pedal doesn't work, and it is therefore something of a challenge to drive any great distance if you don't know how to manage a manual gearbox without touching the clutch. We stripped it of everything of value, something the thieves made a complete non-attempt at it seems, and left it parked there as the battery is completely flat. Roll starting it is theoretically possible but I'm not sure I want to play that game in a narrow street with cars parked on both sides.

After that I immediately showered and changed as I had to be in Camberwell for a rather fun concert in which the soprano was a recently met friend who I suspect I'm going to see more of and who accompanied myself and

montjoye and Ms J for a nice dinner afterwards. Music and dinner and conversation is a great way to round off a weekend.

On a slightly less pleasing note, it seems that people will still drop in "he", "him" and "his" when referring to me if they're not actively paying attention. This isn't a complaint per se because in every other respect people have been respectful and lovely. It does illustrate how I'm perceived though when that's the reflexive construction used. I'm guessing it's primarily the voice that's the culprit but it shows that I have a long way to go.

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It could be less the voice and more how long people have known you. Takes a bit to throw off the long-held referrals.

Case in point: Relatives at my wedding who had no idea you were transgender exclusively referred to you as "she" and "her" (as did the hairdresser when I got my hair cut when we hit southland a bit back) Meaning that no, you're not "passing", you're presenting, and are taken as fully female :P

This is what I was going to muse on.

Ya, it's not about passing, it's about having said pronouns firmly fixed in my head from years of aquaintance. I've had plenty of practice in substituting new names for people, but nil in changing gender references.

I am quite adpatable, having known a few Drag Queens over the years - I suit to pronoun to the outfit mostly. A Queen in full regalia is she/her/hers; a man who performs as a Queen but is in men's/street clothes is he/him/his.

I will note that this is happening with people who have only met me recently as well as those who have known me for a while.

known you as TG? Because I keep thinking of that assistant in Bras n things who told us to "have a nice guy!" :P

You're breaking standard handling scripts. It's gonna cause some people's heads to go "can't say can't say can't say shit!"

Edited 2011-08-22 03:15 (UTC)