One of the few social things I still do in male mode is competitive darts throwing, with a historical reenactment group (the SCA). We meet about 4 times a month at 2 local taverns to compete, alternating locations, and I am ranked 4th in the Pacific Northwest region in our competitions. I present male while there, but I have my fingernails done in femme style, I am wearing gold ball stud earrings, and tonight, like most nights, I am wearing women’s suede boots, a women’s belt, and women’s jeans with silver-embroidered hip pockets. The barmaids all know me as a regular customer who is invariably polite to everyone and a good tipper - and they think my painted nails look fantastic.
Well, tonight I was standing at the bar for a while, getting drinks and an appetizer for myself and my daughter, and then I went to the back room for darts. A moment later one of my friends came in, and he was mad as hell! He told me a guy at the bar had been trying to show one of the barmaids a picture on his phone, and was making off-color comments about the photo and trying to get her to agree with him. She told him flat out that she thought he was being an ass. Then he showed my friend the photo and tried to get his reaction.
It was a picture of MY backside, showing the feminine embroidered back pockets.
My friend knows and accepts my feminine side. He is also a disabled Army veteran and weighs over 300 pounds. He bristled angrily and growled, “That guy happens to be my best friend. You got a problem with that?” He was almost ready to hit the guy, but refrained and came to the back room, leaving the bigot stammering.
A moment later the bar manager came back and talked to both of us. I told her I couldn’t care less what anyone else thought of me, let alone that idiot. And I told my friend I appreciated him standing up for me, but was glad he had not started a fight over it. The bar manager said she would talk to the guy.
She came back a few minutes later and told me, “You have a free drink in the well at the bar.” Apparently she chewed the guy out and assured him that while we were not going to do anything about his rude behavior, he should finish his beer and leave before we came back out. He sheepishly apologized to her and tossed her enough money to pay his tab plus pay for anything I wanted to drink, as an apology to me.
(Note: Put it in this section because even though I was presenting male, I definitely was cross-dressed at the time. The only 'male' clothing I had on was an arguably unisex t-shirt and ball cap.)