Are you saying that you introduce yourself in this manner: "Hi, I'm Arthwollipot, and I like to be addressed as he/him?"
I have some new experience with this. A girl at work told everyone that she should be addressed as Max from now on instead of her given feminine name. She could pull off being Max pretty easily as she was sometimes mistaken for a man due to her way of dress, her physique, etc.
I walked up to Max and said, "So I hear you're Max now?"
"Yep"
"Nice to meet you, Max!"
"Nice to meet you too" (smiling)
Max also wants to be addressed as "he". We all supported this person, far as I know. Maybe some didn't. I had no problem addressing her/him as Max, however the "her/him" thing was a lot more difficult, especially when talking about this person.
"Is Max working or is she, I mean he, off today?" We all did it, of course, and Max knew it would happen. Max is very cool and has a good sense of humor.
A name is one thing, but to switch sexes/genders was harder. I have mixed thoughts on this. As long as the person is not offended when mistakes are made then that's fine. But I sometimes wonder if I am being asked to play along in some fantasy or mental disorder, which makes me wonder how far one should go when doing so.
I understand this is not a fantasy to Max. This is all new to me (and Max too I'd wager). I keep any doubt, if any, to myself because in the end, who gives a crap? I go to work and I go home. I like Max.
Max was fired a month later. They were going through a divorce and he just wasn't performing his job duties. It'd been going on awhile I guess. I was told that upon hearing he was fired that Max banged his head against a wall until it bled. At work. So Max has some pretty deep issues. Don't we all.
I care enough about people to not want to hurt them, and I've addressed Max as a male in this post, I think. I could get used to all this.
In the end it isn't important enough for me to find out Max's reasoning. I'm okay with it because I don't care much what other people do with their own lives. But when it intersects with mine I at least have a right to analyze it and find out what I think about it.
I told my parents "It's easy to criticize and condemn from your couch, but when you know somebody who is (whatever it is you fear) you suddenly realize that these are real people with feelings, and the heart softens accordingly" At least it should.
And it feels better to accept than to hate and be afraid. It's so much easier to live this way.
Don't blame me for being confused and I won't blame anyone else for it, how's that? I make an effort, you make an effort