I wonder if members themselves(or direct family/friends) have ever had their gender mistakenly identified incorrectly? And by this I mean as an honest mistake. Not as part of an insult or deliberate taunting.
For myself and my wife there was one incident we looked back on with amusement and fun, long ago back in 1977 when my wife was 25.
We were on vacation in France and spent some time with friends who'd rented a farmhouse. My wife had in the months before, changed her hairstyle into an Afro, all Angela Davis style. Honestly though it didn't suit her, she was still too much of a honkey to pull it off ... ha ha.
In any case, while we staying at the farmhouse with friends, one of the ladies apparently suggested that she give my wife a hair restyling and cut her hair back to size. She regularly cut her husband's hair so she had some experience. But I guess an Afro goes close to the roots or there was some kind of Marx Brothers routine involved with giving more and more 'snoops' when one part was too short. My wife ended up with very short hair, shorter than my own at the time. Now you'd call it a pixie I suppose. She looked very good like that, definitely androgyne, though the cut was a bit raggedy.
Now here comes the mistaken gender part. A few days later we toured a French castle, that was before we learned that if you've seen 5, you've seen them all. At the end of the tour, as customary, we gave a tip to the guide. My wife gave it to him. We were holding hands and must have done so during the tour too. We must have made 3 or 4 steps when the guide, very loudly and in a sort of smirking, sarcastic voice that other visitors behind us could clearly hear said very pointedly: 'Merci jeune homme' to my wife.
We stopped, looked at each other and realized he'd mistaken my wife for a young man. Probably because of her very close cropped hairstyle. Remember it was 1977 and gay couples weren't all that open back in those days, so it was something of a sneer or not quite an insult, or maybe just a loud joke. Though the mistake on his part was honest enough.
Then my wife turned around and lifted her t-shirt to display her (nice) breasts, showing her femineity for the guide and other other visitors to clearly see. We walked away laughing. And still holding hands ... ha ha
It remained a favorite memory afterwards, always good to tell at a gathering.
She also wore very short hair like that on and off from then on. We called it a 'coupe jeune homme' in honor of the naughty minded French castle guide.
I found it pretty sexy. Still do on ladies.