Lately, I have been trying out using the name "Kit" in contexts where the stakes are low, just to explore how it feels to have the world call me that sometimes. This includes receiving packages. Which leads to this weird exchange with the postman:
Him: Package for Kit. You don't look like a Kit. Does he live here?
Me: Oh, no. I'm Kit.
Him: Ah, sure, I'll handle the signature.
...I don't look like a Kit? Does *he* live here?
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Did the postman think I was a woman?
#nonbinary