I’ve decided that, if I am forced to detransition for my own safety, then I refuse to adopt the male dress and mannerisms of a 21st century man, especially a 21st century American.
I’ll take on the refined but entirely bogus persona of a Victorian/Edwardian gentleman. I’ll turn my life into an extended steampunk LARP. I’ll keep my post-transition last name, which is French as fuck. I’ll drive the deplorables BATSHIT with my completely un-MAGA ways and they won’t be able to touch me because technically, I’ll have done what they told me to and acted like a man.
And in case they do touch me, I’ll have a filigreed 1911 and a walking cane with a good stout handle ready. Back in Edwardian times, that was how a gentleman dealt with these sorts of ruffians.