Yeah, this is the female equivalent of me :). As a youth I grew my hair long, and I didn’t have much facial hair, and I have delicate features, and a relatively high voice. I still get “ma’amed” on the phone occasionally, and it used to be consistent. There was about a decade where if I was in a public bathroom and another man walked in and saw me at the sink, chances were good that he’d do a double-take, step out of the bathroom, check the “men” sign on the door, and walk back in staring at me suspiciously; I had to learn to make eye contact and grunt and nod in a manly fashion at such guys in order to assure them that I wasn’t a lady in the wrong room :).
And yeah, it was annoying. But I learned to let it roll off my back–because, as you suggest, I had nothing to prove.
Una asked earlier:
And the thing is, for me, I wouldn’t just know. Being a man is not something I’m uncomfortable with, but it’s also really, really low on the list of things that I think make me who I am. I think of myself as a geek, as an intellectual, as a baker, as a smartass, as a liberal, as a parent (well, okay, as a dad, but really as a parent); being a man isn’t part of my identity, not really, and if I were changed to a woman I’d find it an inconvenience, but an interesting inconvenience. I really don’t think that I’d experience gender dysphoria, because my gender isn’t important to me, I don’t think.
So it was hard for me, for a long time, to accept the idea of transsexuals as something more than a cultural fluke: I used to think that it was a response to cultural gender norms, not something independent of culture. It took awhile, and reading posts by Una and others, to convince me that my own experience of gender was a minority experience.
As I understand it, most folks experience gender identity much more strongly than I do. It’s a part of who they are just as much as being a geek is part of who I am, more so perhaps as it’s more biologically situated. I feel like my understanding of gender dysphoria is equivalent to a blind person’s understanding of a rainbow. It’s not something I can viscerally relate to, but I’d be an idiot to deny its reality just because I lack the senses to experience it myself.
