and behind door number three...

I'm starting to get tetchy about how others perceive my gender. In some instances it's perfectly reasonable...people calling me at work have only my voice to go on and today I had a barrage of "Sir" and "Mate" and similar. I *have* to sort my voice out, it's the biggest deal breaker I have in terms of passing at the moment. At the other end of reasonable was the wedding invitation from my cousin. He (or whoever wrote the content for the invitation, and I'd lay good money it wasn't actually him) knows about my change of name. If they know about that then they know why. So it's not a huge step for them to work out that they really should NOT be prefixing it with "Mr." *twitches* I'm torn between ignoring the whole event (which wouldn't be well received by family) or just turning up frocked up seriously hard. Let's see how long it takes them to recognise me.

In the middle of this is work. It shouldn't be hard for me to start making requests about pronoun usage but somehow it is when I see how seamlessly people still gender me as male.

This is back into triangular peg territory. I'm now finding myself unwilling to use public toilets because walking into either will draw attention. I've already mentioned change rooms. I can play this game and enjoy it sometimes but more often it's just awkward and uncomfortable.