For the first time in my life (I think) I was misidentified as a male. I was addressed "sir" by a woman. I was wearing a black and grey-striped hoodie, dark blue skinny jeans (okay, fine, jeggings) and charcoal grey Converse sneakers. Pretty typical for me, although I do "femme it up" some days and wear a more girly blouse or flats or something. Lately I've also been wearing a little makeup-- nothing really obvious, just some foundation to cover up acne scars and a little eyebrow pencil to fill in my brows and make them more defined.
I was mildly amused by this experience. I hate being called "ma'am" but "sir" isn't really any better. I wonder if this'll be a first of many, or just a once-in-a-lifetime deal.
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