To an extent, maybe, I don't bother with social formalities, but.... it's like, to have a conversation, there has to be a language in common. For there to be interactions, people need some common ground, and it's my position that for ages and ages, it's been, if nothing else, the unquestioned idea that you can tell what someone's parts look like by how they look/act, and that everyone "just knows" this (despite the fact that no one can agree what traits are exclusive to men/women and always match up with anyone else, or that it's not always possible to tell without inspecting the goods, or that the goods themselves are always clear and unambiguous). It's like I see that it's not "natural", but expected, and everyone else just seems to take it as a natural, ontological given.

And I'm not sure that there's that distinct a boundary between the world around me and what's inside of me. If nothing else, the relationship between them is close and Gordian (though I don't believe anything in me arises in a vacuum, and that it's obviously possible for me to manifest my gender different-ness in ways I do and envision, but that societal convention says it's not possible).

It's maybe a holdover from a Tuesday night engagement that leaves me feeling unsettled and gross, and partially from the cold and grey, and poor sleep, and stress, and... but, still, all the above comes from somewhere.