Well, today, I went Fringe-ing.
For those who don't know, The Fringe is a local festival of the arts, with plays, buskers, and food trucks.
I went in a blue skirt and matching top, and wondered around, looking at the sights, applauding the buskers, and in true Fringe style, I picked a play based on the short blurb in the program to watch.
Throughout all of this, I passed without notice - unremarkable, undistinguished, essentially ... invisible.
I am not sure how someone like me has managed to achieve what is only a dream for many trans people, but there I was, "passing", without really even trying.
The downside of my day was that I had gone alone, and I think Fringe-ing, like a great many other things, is often better when done with a friend ...