As a trans woman, I cope with presenting as male at work during every conversation by thinking, “You fool! You absolute imbecile! You think you’re talking to a man, but you’re actually talking to a brilliant villainess who has tricked you into treating me with respect by driving a sasquatch-themed mech like a beautiful, sexy Krang! You buffoon!”

It’s dumb, but it does make me feel better about the dysphoria.