Let me think.
Well, I suppose that I'm privileged in that no one gives me the side eye when I walk into the Ladies or a female changing room. And, er, that's about it.
Actually, that is it. No one assumes I'm not a woman (except on the telephone as I have a deepish voice though not Fenella Fielding deep) or that I'm pretending to be a woman, or in the uncanny valley. And men treat me accordingly: over the years lasciviously, condescendingly, or latterly merely with contempt and disregard until they get to know me better.
Perhaps sister Angela can expand a bit on this undoubted privilege?
And BTW gender is a pile of poo dumped on us by society.