That’s a fair question.
My name isn’t Steven, but let’s say it is for now (anyone curious can certainly do some sleuthing to figure it out). I prefer to be called Steven. I can tolerate, but dislike, Steve. I loathe Stevie. If, in a professional context, someone calls me Steve, I’ll eventually correct them if they don’t pick up from context that nobody else calls me that. If they call me Stevie, I’ll corrent them: “I go by Steven,” I’ll say. Either way, they’ll inevitably apologize and we go forth with life.
You know what doesn’t happen? Nobody says, “Oh, I don’t believe in that. You’re a Stevie, and I don’t care if you believe you’re a Steven, that’s not my problem, I’m calling you Stevie, guess you’ll have to deal.”
You know what doesn’t happen? Nobody says, “I’m sorry, Stevie, but I don’t think you’re a good fit for this workplace.”
There’s no risk in my correcting people.
Trans folk? They lack that assurance. Correcting someone who misgenders them can have a wide range of outcomes:
- The person apologizes and does better.
- The person eyerolls, half-heartedly apologizes, and doesn’t really do better.
- The person gives some shitty-ass sneering explanation and continues to misgender them.
- They get fired.
- They face violence.
Because they don’t know how you’ll respond, and that puts them in the position of taking a genuine risk that you’re not a terrible person.
If, instead, you proffer your pronouns, you implicitly invite them to do the same, and you also, sure, let’s call it virtue-signal: you indicate to them through your gesture that you’re virtuous enough not to attack them for offering their own pronouns.
If we lived in a world where trans folk didn’t face massive, sometimes murderous, discrimination, then your approach of waiting for them to make a move would be perfectly appropriate.
But we don’t.