There is a person working the till at a small hardware store I often go into. This person is young, quite beautiful, friendly, and yet I cannot tell by any of the usual social indicators whether they are male or female, or even if they are in the process of transitioning in either direction. Even their name tag could refer to either gender.
The first time I encountered this human it took me aback a little, because it's incredibly rare to encounter someone that is that thoroughly 'unreadable'. Voice, mannerisms, attire, name tag, hair style, are all equally indicative of a male of a female. But since I was just there to make a purchase, not to decide the sex or sexuality of the teller, I just went about my business.
But a moment later, as I was driving away, I was thinking to myself how fortunate I was to have had that encounter. I really liked this rarefied being: that they exist in the world. That they were not feeling ashamed or afraid to be who and whatever they are. And that the store owner did not reject them for that job. Or the customers fuss or complain about it. (So far as I know.)
If this is the effect of "wokeness" in this country then I am pleased and proud to live in a "woke" culture where a human like this one can exist, and be appreciated. Or at least willingly tolerated. I would be honored to call that human being my friend if the circumstances were to arise. Or to hire them, or to be their next door neighbor, or sit next to them in church, or fight next to them in a foxhole, or whatever else. And I can't see any reason why anyone else wouldn't.