Back in the day I would have probably said this group was “they boys” in the sense of “I’m hanging with the boys.” Last time I saw most of these people in person I was boymoding, still going by my deadname, had barely started HRT, and wasn’t out to half of them.
And they didn’t misgender me once. All night long, not even the awkward stumble over my pronouns that happens sometimes with cis people adjusting.
I’m still smiling.