I am female but I work in a traditionally male role. I don’t wear a wedding ring because it would get damaged. I am tall and wear men’s clothes because they fit on the arms better, and they have pockets for my pens/screwdrivers etc.
I decided long ago that I wanted to present androgynous at work/life so as not to be judged by a female appearance. Having grown up around males who never held me back I have emulated the way they operated through life. I wanted the opportunities males had and the fun life they had (if you like the smell and hum of machinery) and went for it. Yes I have come across sexism and been groped by dick heads. But not in over a decade (since I stopped being sexually attractive I suppose). Being tall I can look men in the eye or down on them if they are short. I have a quick wit and will use it against any man who thinks I do the cleaning at home and my husband the diy.
I don’t wear bras if I can help it, nor make-up or heels. My personal grooming mirrors that of men. If men are required by social standards to deplete their hair in that area then so do I. That basically just means I take care of facial hair and anything that might show when swimming.
I am a mother and I have breastfed and am proud of my body for these things. It’s about the only time I felt proud of my body. And believe me I have wished I was born male because it’s hard sometimes being the only female and facing really big hurdles to be accepted.
what am I in this modern world? I stand at the school gates and listen to a female world discussing hair, nails, makeup and now it seems eyebrows? I have never taken a selfie in my life. I find it all so vain and tbh pointless. And I am lost. I am more comfortable around men, and I don’t flirt with them. Although I did meet my husband at work but that was long ago and took 6 years to develop. Our discussions at work revolve around things like “are the lunar landings real”.
Btw if it’s relevant I am very concerned about safeguarding issues around self ID.
A female friend of mine said once that my small circle of mum friends found me endearing because I literally couldn’t give a shit about what I wore and looked like.
Because I consciously dress in men’s clothes and choose to follow the social rules that apply to men. Does it make me a trans man?
I am confused now and I wasn’t before. I feel like a rabbit hole has opened up, I thought I was part of the females trying to even the playing field, an example to my daughters but now I am no longer sure!