If I add up all the pluses and minuses…mind you, it’s difficult to separate out the overwhelming joy at just being me for the first time in my life. But I would say generally speaking I do like the way I’m treated. I like the way that if I want to I can approach a stranger and ask for help and I don’t get an automatic defensive reaction, especially from other women. Authority figures behave differently to me - police and security folks are very polite, for example. The TSA treats me very well compared to the old me. And other people just treat me better. I love being in the society of women, where I belong. I love being close to people, emotionally, physically, and without subtext or it going anywhere.
Women can hug, cry on each others shoulders, sit close side by side, give a neck rub, and it doesn’t mean anything sexual. It’s not a come-on, it’s just a sharing of space. I was feeling ill recently on a plane and the lady next to me could hold my hand while I waited for the pain to stop, and there was no subtext other than “hey, I’m another human being showing compassion.” In the male world I lived in, it seemed everyone was desperately running around with a subtext of “no homo! No homo!” and they couldn’t be close.
Yes men look at my body, and proposition me, and invade my personal space. Sometimes they really invade my personal space, and I have to get angry with them to stop. Sometimes they talk down to me, especially auto mechanics, plumbers and electricians, and other engineers.
And then men also give me a hand to help me off the bus, they run to open the door for me, they pull my chair out for me, they lift my roller bag into and out of the overhead bins for me, and they also take my arm to walk me to my car to “keep me safe.”
So it sounds like I’m enjoying the one side of the chauvinistic sword while getting cut by the other side, yes? If I look at everything in isolation in that chauvinistic boundary then it’s probably a break-even - for me, personally. I’ll wager most natal women will feel the opposite of me, because they have lived their whole life being talked down to, harassed, threatened, and denied opportunity. I never for a minute delude myself that I didn’t have a white male privilege for some of the toughest times of my life.
On the greater subject of cabbies, yes, I get propositions from them, and wolf-whistles, and comments about my legs, etc. I’ve never been asked if I’m a “working girl” or “like to party,” but I’ve felt the weight of their stares and then some. I’ve also had them touch in inappropriate places “helping me into/out of the cab.” So yeah, I understand the why of female cab drivers.