I shoved her away, and I did consider punching her, but I realised that I was being read as a trans woman in this context, and that my actions could reflect poorly on the trans community. Like, I didn’t want to feed into the rhetoric of “trans women are violent”.

It was surreal to realise how identity and perception work together in weird ways. There’s been a few other times where I’ve been read as being trans, and I ended up just sorting of accepting it because if I protested and said that I wasn’t trans, that it would risk coming across badly — as if I am implicitly agreeing with them that trans people are bad.

So yeah, this results in the bizarre scenario in which I am a cis person who sometimes identifies as trans