The first time I was misgendered was in December 2021, shortly after my 51st birthday. But it was by no means the first time someone tried to make me feel bad about my color, body, appearance or gender expression, for no good reason. My parents never raised me to be petty, and I was probably a lot better with overlooking things when I was young than I am today. Now I am better equipped to handle such things, and they only rarely happen. But I suppose if there is one through line of expression that occurs and reoccurs in my life, is the fact that my race and expression seemingly bothers both black and white people alike. I am both, yet neither.