After a fabulous finish (gender-wise) to 2019, and a wonderful start to 2020, being identified as female by everyone, I knew a break was “past due” and would likely be forthcoming.
With a couple of days close to home, it started yesterday. I had several stops to make. Dressed in blue stirrup pants, flats, and dark blue “untucked” turtleneck blouse, with sweater, my first stop was the grocery store, where no customer interaction took place. I was just another shopper. And at checkout, the 40something male cashier omitted any gender specific forms of address.
At the pharmacy, the clerk used my store card (which is in my wife’s name) and she addressed me by my wife’s name (and as I was leaving, “Ma’am.) But no customer interactions took place.
And finally I stopped at the nail salon, where they address me by my given (nowadays given to girls) name. No Ma’am or Sir.
I can handle that. It’s the normal ebb and flow of everyday life.
Tomorrow will be better!
Mandy
Mandy's Miscellany 
I think one of the things that folks like us look for is a sense of normalcy or acceptance in our choice of attire. Yesterday I was dressed most of the afternoon in a blue top with my bra and falsies along with my long flowered skirt. I had on off black pantyhose and my blue heels.
I had to change for dinner and left my off black hose on. As we were leaving she mentioned the dark hose. I said I had worn the last night and also the night we went to the grocery store. She shrugged, mentions it was getting dark out and we headed out to dinner. After dinner we took a nice walk around a new area with several stores and restaurants and then we went to get gas. My being out in the darker hose was a general non issue
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That envelope gets bigger, as it gets pushed! Enjoy the warm weather…
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