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Pro tip: like you would anybody else! LOL
People get so awkward and trip all over themselves just because I have a name and pronouns. I don’t put any pressure on them; if they get it right, I’m delighted (90% of the time this only involves… reading). If not, I keep my disappointment tucked away inside.
But people will get all mixed up or overthink it on their own. Their reaction makes me feel like I’m guilty of something when they get so flustered. They really don’t need to apologize if making an honest mistake. I’m not going to fly off the rails over it. I struggle with remembering names, myself.
Idk does anyone else experience this? Had a medical appointment today, and she was like “Miss… Mr… Miss X.” Or she had been using the right name all morning, but got confused at one point rapidly alternating between my legal and chosen names.
I don’t worry too much about that when meeting new people. The thing I’m afraid of is misgendering people I’ve known for a very long time. I want very much to use the correct name and pronoun but the ones I’ve known them by for the past decade or whatever sometimes slip past the filter.
Edit: and since these are longstanding relationships, I’m more concerned with their feelings than I would be a stranger.
If I’m not sure, I either just use their first name, ask for pronouns, or use gender neutral pronouns. It’s not difficult.
I had an interaction today at work where I discussed a technical issue of a user of unclear pronouns and my coworker said “I think she(?) needs to…” and the question mark struck me as being very unkind. Never do that. Just use “they” or first names in those situations.
Back when I thought I was cis (trans femme now ❤️) it came down to really wanting to respect the person I was talking to or about and really wanting to be a safe space for them.
Not sure if that is something for everyone, but at least for me it was important to try and convey my support in small ways like that and generally giving the person the space to explore their name/pronouns.
You open your mouth, and words come out. It’s pretty much the same process as for cis folk…
When I meet a trans person I PANIC. I kick and shriek like an angry baby, as my illusory straights-only world crumbles around my ears. Wait, are those cat ears?? Oh no, it’s already too late, my transformation into a queer cat-boi is already complete. Then I go home and make a sandwich. Not a big deal, really
I always apologize if I make an honest mistake, just to show the person that I intend to speak to them in good faith.