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My cis gay friend Dan told me about his recent trip to the urologist, which is somehow one of the most hilarious yet frustrating trans-at-the-doctor experiences I've ever heard, and gave me permission to tell you about it!
The nurse gave him a form to fill out, and one of the questions asked about his ability to maintain an erection during penetrative sex. Anxious Dan explained, as tactfully as possible, that that question was not, uh, relevant to his current or recently past experiences (#bottom)
so the nurse was like, oh, ok, that's fine, leave that blank and just answer the other questions. She leaves the room, comes back like a minute later, and asks my cis gay friend, very gently and carefully, if there's a name he prefers to be called.
Dan, whose legal name is Daniel, was like..."uh, Dan, I guess? Most people call me Dan" and she went on to be like "we want this to be a supportive environment for the LBTG community" and he was like, ok. Neat. Sure.
THEN when the doctor comes in, as stereotypically a urologist as possible, he opens, all aggrieved, with "I guess I'm supposed to call you '''DAN'''? The nurse there, she said you wanted me to call you ''DAN''" with big ol' verbal quotation marks around his very normal name.
and my friend, whose name is DANIEL but who mostly goes by DAN, was just like "She asked me my name! I told her!" and that is more trans-coded than some experiences I've had at the literal gynecologist.
Dan telling me this story was such a beautiful moment of trans f@g/cis f@g solidarity.
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