A downside of being trans is getting asked stupid questions in public. Not just stupid questions but invasive and sometimes dehumanising questions. A popular favourite is "what are you?" Normally my stock reply to that one is "Capricorn." However, when someone asks me that in a really awkward space like the queue in Tesco's I just have to go the extra mile:
"Umm... Excuse me...
Yes?
What are you?
[Checkout lady and bloke in front both look round, startled.]
Do you honestly expect me to answer that?
Yeah, what are you?
Alrighty, I am a hard-drinking, fast-biking, frequently cross-dressing new wave punk with tendencies towards 1970's rock, moshpit brawls and overt womanising. Now tell me, what are you?
Umm... I like garage and shit...
Yeah, sorry I asked."
Bear in mind folks, I had just biked it there so I was clad head-to-foot in armoured leather. No way he was gonna start something. He actually looked proper sheepish by the end of it.