I am always trying to be "out" as possible, but also life is complicated & the world is stupid.
I am a tiny, grumpy old man, no matter what I look like. Until you understand this, nothing I say will make much sense. I began to feel the Girl path was not for me when I was three years old, and I happened to have a supportive grandfather.
In "recent" years - the past decade, I more often dress like a frilly girly girl because the world is to aggressively telling girls they "can't" or "shouldn't" - so I do. Like, mowing the lawn all in PIIINK to unambiguously send the message that IMMA GIIIIRRRL instead of person in scrubby yardwork clothes. "Living Out Loud". I might be a little bit of a punk.
My "identity" mostly as GenderFuck, which is short for "fuck you and your heteronormative gender binary". For pronouns "s/he" where possible. The gender-blending isn't an accident.
The feeling when you get gendered correctly by a stranger... "Pardon me, sir! Do you know the way to Habersham Street?" It happens so rarely, these days I am very rarely dressing in boymode, but the feeling when it does happen -!
Or chatting online, "Excuse me, but I cannot tell if you are a man or a woman?" M a g i c a l . . .