Passing as a teenager yet againPosted: October 2, 2013 Filed under: Passing | Tags: androgynous, ftm, gender fluid, genderqueer, non-binary, teenagers, trans 4 Comments
The other day, I was walking home from the library. I had my red backpack on, full of new media. My pants were probably partially saggy; I was wearing skate shoes, as usual. As I mentioned last week, I’ve been in a pretty low mood, so I’m sure I was slouching quite a bit, probably staring at the ground as I went. I was crossing the street to get to my side street before I realized some teenaged girls on a porch were yelling to me.
“Hey! Yeah, you.”
“Yeah! What’s your name?”
“[I said my name.]”
“No. [Said my name again.]”
“Yeah. [Still not my name, but realized it didn’t really matter.]”
“Nice to meet you!”
I kind of did a little wave and kept walking, worrying I was going to start running into them a lot since this was pretty close to my house. This isn’t a direct account of an instance where I passed as male, but I’m pretttty sure teen girls wouldn’t have been so adamantly yelling if they saw me as, basically, a female-bodied person in their early thirties. So I’m going to count it!
This reminds me of so many times teenage girls check me out, then give a little scowl when they see my girlfriend.
Hah! Do you imagine that they also think your girlfriend is a teenager?
Of course, she looks very young. When we travel we get the question “are you guys siblings?” which is always awkward.
Woo, yay for passing!