I'm an AMAB who transitioned, MTF, in 1993 San Diego.
I've been living in Greenville NC for a bit over five years now.
Over the past couple or three years I've been sort of "unfemming" myself.
Objectively, apon physical and aural inspection, everyone easily sees me as female, though on rare occasion I have gotten a "sir" from someone behind me.
A cab driver called me "sir" the other day, despite my voice. I said, "I'm not upset or anything, but I was just wondering why you called me sir?" (I now have short hair and wear jeans and a t-shirt, and a ball cap, pretty much all the time)
He said, "Well, I believe that people should be able to be whoever they want to be."
I took me a moment, then I realized that he thought I was a transman.
I said, "I'm really not worried about all that anymore. Just don't call me late for supper."
We arrived at the bank. As I was getting out to go inside, I heard his dispatcher,on the radio, ask him how long he would be. He told her, "I don't know. Lezzie's going inside the bank."
I laughed all the way across the parking lot!
Maybe it's my age. Maybe it's getting clean and sober. Maybe it's my spiritual path of Buddhism.
Whatever happened, I'm just *me* now. What people call me is irrelevant, as long as they're being polite.
My friends and acquaintances call me "Weezi", and use feminine pronouns. I've been going to women only support groups for years.
Eventually, hopefully, you learn to just take life as it comes.
*I* know who I am. That's all that really matters.
Peace Love Kindness Respect the more you give the more you get 😍 start with yourself 😉 because you deserve it ❤️🙏🏼 (you really do. I promise.)
--weezi--💜🌈🙏🏼🦄🥳