I’m starting to notice that it’s really getting to me when I’m referred to as “Sir” by people – When I’m in boy-mode.
I don’t know, I just don’t like it as much as I used to. However, when relating to people in public, I’m still playing the role I’ve been “trained” to do. In other words, dropping into the standard lower-register semi-monotone “guy” voice, never mind that my fingernails are rather long for a guy, and I’ve resisted the urge to get them trimmed, but I’m probably going to have to lop a few millimeters off of them anyway, because the ends are starting to bend and fray.
Still, I don’t like being called “Sir” anymore. It’s like I’m getting a constant reminder that I’m still projecting “guy” signals. It doesn’t do too much for the self-confidence.
It doesn’t mean I want to be called “ma’am” when I’m clearly not presenting as a girl, I don’t know if there’s a better more generic term.
More on this, I’m sure…