I think i might have done something good a few days ago.
Through an app of an *ahem* adult nature, a younger person (twenty something) of trans experience and I struck up a conversation. This person was struggling with thoughts and feelings and the shame of being someone else other than their assigned gender, and the subject came to clothes, where to buy them, what shops were safe in this podunk god forsaken redneck town we live in.
This conversation sort of took me back to when i was 13, not knowing why i felt more comfortable in women's clothes, wishing i had someone i could confide in, someplace i could go dress and just be myself, without fear of judgement.
It's roughly 40 years later, yet those sorts of feeling came back when talking to this person. Fortunately, this persons wife was completely on board. We talked clothing and shoe sizes. This person had so many questions about this journey and i did my best to answer them. I gave this person the best honest answers i could .
The best part is what i did for this person: i went into my closet. I wound up hooking this person up with 50 pairs of shoes of all varieties and occasions (i can't do a lot of heels these days), lingerie that was too big for me, cosmetics that i never used, tons of accessories that i never really liked, clothes that only fit me when i was a lot younger and more daring than i am now.
This person and the wife met me. While the wife was absolutely lovely, this person was scared <not allowed>, i mean a nervous wreck. I looked this person dead in the eyes and said "Look, i know this is all overwhelming. I was once here before. I'm going to tell you that this is a part of you and while it may ebb and flow from time to time, love and embrace it. This is not a curse, it's a gift. You will always be you, and you are a beautiful person" At that moment, i saw a change wash over this person. I'm really not one to toot my own horn, but something happened to this person. I would like to think i set a part of this vile world right in my own small way.
We wound up exchanging phone numbers and we chat a lot on occasion.
Ironically, this person sent me picture today sporting some of my classy strappy high heeled numbers. This person looks way more fab than i ever did in them