Post #1291160

I had some mixed feelings today when I went to the cat shelter. Since my surgery, I have been staying at home most days, so I skipped makeup. Today, since I was going out, I put on some makeup to look not so pale. There were very few cats for adoption, so I had plenty of time to socialize with them. Three of them were super cute and adorable, and all of them were adopted by the end of my shift. A fourth cat, which was really shy and did not want to come out and play, was also adopted, which I am so happy about since those cats take the longest to be adopted. However, for some reason, I was misgendered much more frequently than at other times; most days I am not misgendered at all. I have long hair, wear earrings, had makeup on, and I wear a trans-flag-colored lanyard. I know that most people who did that were more focused on the cats than me. Yet, by the end of my shift, I began to feel dysphoric, and all I wanted was to go home. My wife cheered me up a little, yet I am exhausted. #trans