Back to the question of how I identify.
This will be the first time I’m putting this down, so bear with me.
In my heart and mind I was meant to be a woman, and would have lived a much happier life in doing so.
Simply put, I consider myself female. And there is one person who “gets it”, that through their eyes they can get past the facade and see me for who I am.
A doctor, a female, who gets past the looks, the voice, social norms and lets me be me.
But what I tell people, I’m queer folk. A transwoman who doesn’t transition because after 55 years of testosterone it simply doesn’t work. I’m a 6’3 and 250 pound person who falls into the old man category.
I’ve been responding to this name I hate forever, why change it?
And the use of labels is a personal pet peeve.
I’ve had the occasional “excuse me ma’am“ that makes me smile, but I’m not in a mind space to try to transition.
Reality.
Can you imagine John Goodman the actor or Michael Moore, the famous director, in lipstick and leggings?
I know it’s good for a laugh.
But not really funny.
The Queer Kyd from Kansas.