Hit Me

It's not an official count, but as far as I can recall, I got called sir or mister more times today then I have since I began transition. It came from all directions and after the fifth or six time, you just want to run and hide and never show your face again. It hurts and hurts bad and right now, I need to cry my eyes out and bury my head in my pillow.

1 comments:

JACQ | January 24, 2009 at 2:24 PM

This may not make you feel any better, but I'm gonna say it anyway. I don't understand it myself, because when I see you, I don't identify you as a male. I've seen some really MANLY looking women out there, and you don't even come close.

Case in point.

Missi and I have a lesbian couple that we go out to dinner with and hang out with on occasion, Eunice and Sally. Sally is a tomboy type, who is recently divorced and has a 14 year old daughter. Eunice is rather manly looking, buzz cut and all, but you still know she's a woman. There is no man alive who has the butt and hips that she has. :lol: We were eating at an Olive Garden restaurant once, when the waitress addressed Eunice as 'sir.' We all howled, especially because Eunice has gotten this most of her life. I looked up at the waitress and said, "Oh, that's Eunice, and she's not a sir." Not sure if the waitress was embarrassed or not, but we didn't care. We're in our own little world and could care less about anyone else. Eunice isn't worried about looking like a man or what people think. She's just who she is and oblivious of anyone else. Sometimes, you have just grin, bear it, and walk away. There are moments when people just don't take the time to really look and will say the first thing that comes to their heads.