It makes me feel guilty to even admit it here, where people can see the content warning. Like I'm letting down my siblings by blending in, not even for safety but just to feel comfortable.

When I sort of passed at work, it was the first time in my 28 years I felt sort of human.

And I hate it. Nothing bad happens when I don't pass. There's sirs and microagressions and condescending cis lady friends, but that's nothing. Ugh.