Gonna share a little personal experience of the mildest transphobia from the weirdest source.
I was intentionally dressing to not pass. I'm scared of my stepdad's reaction when I come out, so I was dressed as butch as I had remembered to pack to go visit my stepdad and mom while I was in town. (The rest of my family knows and is some level of ambivalent "you do you" supportiveish).
I finish up there and go out and in various ways I find myself at an unfamiliar aquarium supply store. I was waiting for an attendant to finish up and some tall white guy with a good haircut standing next to me goes "nice boots, man". I go "huh, guess the not passing fit works" and then realize, hey, I like my boots too! So I start happily trying to nerd out about boots with this guy, talking about the boots themselves, the construction, the buying experience vs other, better constructed brands (I was wearing red wing iron rangers, a "respectable but not special" high end boot. I wear a women's 11 wide and large, dark boots make your feet look bigger). After about 20 seconds I realize this guy knows absolutely nothing about boots, but he is politely bemused and seems to be enjoying the talk so why not, guess I'll keep talking with him. He keeps somewhat friendly-ly talking about men's fashion and boot construction and we bitch about how there are no good cobblers near here and how we both travel for that sort of thing.
Then about a minute in I notice his tattoo on his right inner arm. It says "proud boy" in a font that looks exactly like the bellingcat font. Then it all clicks - I look like a not PERFECTLY well passing trans woman, he's literally a proud boy, he was trying to test the waters to see if he should hate crime me and I limbo'd under it being socially okay to be weird about my gender by just unironically loving men's fashion as a woman.
Either that or I'm misinterpreting his literal proud boy tattoo.
I paid for my mouse and left and then my truck broke down twice on the drive home. Ah well, it's a living.
Anyways here's a photo of the "trying to not pass" fit taken from my stepdad's weirdly large and well decorated bathroom. No I'm not sure how my stepdad hasn't figured it out yet.
