Kevin

Soooooo, I went to a CE course at a country club out in west county. When I was at the registration desk signing in, the lady behind the desk said to me, "Oh, you must be Kevin!"

I stand up straight, look right at her and say, "My name is Susan, and I am female."

I continued to stand there and look at this women (who was supposed to give me an information packet for the lecture) as she continued to insert her foot farther and farther into her mouth and down her throat.

She never apologized to me. She said something about "all this gender stuff going on" and finally just shut her mouth and gave me the papers.

Now, I was not upset about being mistaken for a male.bit happens to me A LOT. Like several times per year.  I used to get upset about it when I was younger, but now I kinda get off in how mortified the other person is when they realize their mistake.

So, I go into the meeting, and two things happen.

One, I am determined to find the real Kevin. I want to ask to take a photo together. There are only two men at the meeting, so I easily find the real Kevin, but stop short of asking for a photo. He is a 50-something year old dentist with salt/pepper receeding hairline.

Two, I start to process the things this lady said to me about "all this gender stuff going on" and I'm wondering, what exactly does she perceive my situation to be?  Like, does she think I am a trans person, and I'd so does she think I am a trans man or a trans woman? Seriously, WTF?!