I'm somewhat tomboy-ish looking in the way that I dress. People usually mistake me for a guy at least once a week. I always thought it was funny. Just brushed if off and moved on. Maybe thought about it a here and there, chuckled to myself. It's not that big of a deal. I've heard troons try to pull the card of "how would you feel if someone misgendered you?" and, I've even heard "how would you feel if someone called you by the wrong name?"
They live in cuckoo land and can't comprehend that normal people don't understand getting mad about these things. It's what happens when the only bit of fuffillment in your life comes from flaunting your gender identity.
There's
a video in the troon sperg-outs thread where a pooner does exactly that. Gets clocked at the dealership and, in some vain attempt at retaliation, starts purposefully "misgendering" the man by calling him "lady." Of course, the man doesn't give a shit about this, because he's not mentally ill, but don't expect lil' pooner to figure that out.
They need the external validation, because they themselves are so deeply insecure about their own identity that they need others to affirm it. I am a man. I don't "identify" as one, I am one, and all the external validation I need is to look down my pants to confirm that. I
know what I am, it's not up for debate and it's not a question. You can call me ma'am all damn day, call me by a different name, do everything you can to challenge my identity, but I don't give a shit, because I know what I am, and I am confident enough in it that nobody can ever cast it into doubt. The tranny, on the other hand, lives by an artificially and superficially constructed identity, one that is so flimsy and weak that a stiff breeze will make it all come crashing down. They
need all of us to play along with their delusion, to keep that construction propped up and standing, because otherwise the whole thing crumbles and falls apart. "Misgendering" a trans person is smashing through the self-deception they're so desperately trying to pull on themselves, and it makes them seethe because it tells them that their entire made-up identity is just that: made-up.