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dolariI've been living as a woman for a long long long time now. Prolly about four years. And in those four years, I've been called Sir a hell of a lot more times than Ma'am.
The job I'm best at is one that hurts the most - tech support. I'm called Sir so many times in my job that I don't bother to correct them anymore. When they call me "Jefferson," I take it. I'm tired off fighting that fight. Like banging your head against a mountain - you'll make a dent, but the mountain'll still be there when you crack your head open.
I've gotten so apathetic about it, that it just didn't faze me anymore...or so I thought.
I picked up some food on the way home, and the woman at the drive through called me Ma'am. She didn't say it as a joke, she didn't say "Oh, I'm sorry, Sir" or even laugh or giggle.
That put the biggest fucking grin on my face. :)
The job I'm best at is one that hurts the most - tech support. I'm called Sir so many times in my job that I don't bother to correct them anymore. When they call me "Jefferson," I take it. I'm tired off fighting that fight. Like banging your head against a mountain - you'll make a dent, but the mountain'll still be there when you crack your head open.
I've gotten so apathetic about it, that it just didn't faze me anymore...or so I thought.
I picked up some food on the way home, and the woman at the drive through called me Ma'am. She didn't say it as a joke, she didn't say "Oh, I'm sorry, Sir" or even laugh or giggle.
That put the biggest fucking grin on my face. :)
