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this week...
I accidentally stepped on a bumblebee as I was walking. I felt something buzzing under my shoe, and hurriedly lifted my foot. Then I looked down at the poor thing, and felt bad, as it looked mortally wounded to me, yet I couldn't bring myself to kill it. It happened right outside my place of work, and I felt like I was being watched.
A coworker said "Excuse me, sir" to me, as I rounded a corner and we passed each other. I was tickled by it, and replied, "Thanks!". My hair isn't even short right now. And I believe I've interacted with him at least once before, so we aren't total strangers. I suspect the long shirt I was wearing threw him off.
I sort of "came out" as an androgyne to 2 people on my team while we were light-heartedly chatting after a meeting. One of them referred to me as a "brooding woman" (I had earlier mentioned that I was brooding on a problem), and I blurted out something like "don't call me a woman". In retrospect, I should have instead said that I prefer not being called a woman. But anyway, then I had to explain about my gender identity being neither man nor woman. Saying that I was an androgyne felt slightly ridiculous, like saying I was from outer space*. And I noticed that the word androgyne is hard to say; it doesn't come fluently off my tongue. I was smiling as I spoke, trying to treat it sort of like a joke. But the co-worker that had been talking to me was nevertheless at a loss for words for a couple of minutes. I hope they don't think I'm crazy now.
(* - The co-worker initially replied "andra-what?!!" What is *that*??)
I accidentally stepped on a bumblebee as I was walking. I felt something buzzing under my shoe, and hurriedly lifted my foot. Then I looked down at the poor thing, and felt bad, as it looked mortally wounded to me, yet I couldn't bring myself to kill it. It happened right outside my place of work, and I felt like I was being watched.
A coworker said "Excuse me, sir" to me, as I rounded a corner and we passed each other. I was tickled by it, and replied, "Thanks!". My hair isn't even short right now. And I believe I've interacted with him at least once before, so we aren't total strangers. I suspect the long shirt I was wearing threw him off.
I sort of "came out" as an androgyne to 2 people on my team while we were light-heartedly chatting after a meeting. One of them referred to me as a "brooding woman" (I had earlier mentioned that I was brooding on a problem), and I blurted out something like "don't call me a woman". In retrospect, I should have instead said that I prefer not being called a woman. But anyway, then I had to explain about my gender identity being neither man nor woman. Saying that I was an androgyne felt slightly ridiculous, like saying I was from outer space*. And I noticed that the word androgyne is hard to say; it doesn't come fluently off my tongue. I was smiling as I spoke, trying to treat it sort of like a joke. But the co-worker that had been talking to me was nevertheless at a loss for words for a couple of minutes. I hope they don't think I'm crazy now.
(* - The co-worker initially replied "andra-what?!!" What is *that*??)