It's like I'm a shit magnet like it's not a case of 'oh everyone I find is an asshole' like, at all. That's not what it is, it's just the way I'm misunderstood and fuck up every step of the way and then lead people to assume shit about me and then feel sad and hurt about it when it was all my doing. Like, some could maybe argue that I'm just lowering my head in the face of transphobia, but to me really even though I'm intersex masc aligned, I don't want gender identity to be my whole personality and like to someone whose entire upbringing was supressing the things I liked and made me "me", it's really a sucker punch. It actually hurts more than actually being misgendered if I'm being completely honest here. I don't care what pronouns people use with me behind my back, and it's literally just in English that it's kind of shitty when I'm gendered, since the language is wildly not gendered (when compared to Portuguese or Spanish for example) and when you gender someone in direct conversation, it's always a choice in my opinion. But I don't make a big deal out of it, I have bigger problems in life /genuine/, I'd rather be respected but if I'm not, then well, it is what it is. Like I normally brush it off (things like ignoring what 'dude' and 'girl' mean in favour of doing a "gotcha" in an argument with trans person for example) and if I'm being actively mistreated for my gender/weird looks and someone uses a gendered word I know it's to rile me up. I'm doing much better in not immediatly exploding and getting angry, but the anger gave way to hurt that comes in waves sometimes. At times I don't care at all, but other times I do, especially when I'm in the midst of a depressive slump like now and yeah well this has been a vent