Unfiltered Story #314674

My new coworker “Sam” presents very androgynously and uses a nickname as such. we get on but not well enough to have that conversation.
So I am very carful to use indecriminant pronouns, I’m pretty new to this, but im sure a little effort goes a long way.

I’ve noticed they have started to do the same with me, which is fine. I’m clearly a guy but I don’t take any issue with being called they or whatever.

We start to grab coffees together, lunch occasionally. Eventually Sam mentions that they are having lunch with a few friends, and to come along.
As it happens I forgot my lunch this morning. Sam does mentions many of her friends are or have transitioned. So just so I’m OK. Which Which am and we drive over.

Sam’s friends are nice, “Dale” is eyeing me suspiciously since I sit down. After a while.

Dale: ok, so I have to ask. Have you transitioned or are you about to?

Sam’s friend: Dale, don’t ask that!

Dale: look, I need to know.

Sam’s friend: this isn’t what this is about. Please!

Me: im a guy, born a guy actually.

Sam’s friend: well your welcome. Isn’t he Dale.

Dale: no, I don’t like it. This is supposed to be a are space where we can be who we really are.

Sam: and that what it is. (My name) is fine. They have been nothing but supporting. Does anyone else feel this way.

(The table says no, everyone seems genuinely fine with it. Dale does not.)

Dale: I can’t belive this! With what we have to put up with?

Me: maybe I should just leave.

Dale: clearly its me that’s the problem. Ostracised again!

(The group again try to get Dale to stay, but Dale wants none of it. After unsuccessfully trying to get others to first kick me out. Then leave with them. Dale leaves in a huff.

I on the other hand still occasionally lunch with Sam and their friends, apart from some advice on deodorant or beard care, for some of the newer men. It’s just some friends having lunch.