Ugg, I dunno, I guess I'm a product of my environment. But is it really that big a deal? I want to be like "holy crap, grow up, it's just a bloody medical condition" to all the folks who apparently freak out about it. Like, wow. Really pathetic.
I expect a partner to be able to handle it. I demand that they be at least that clever. My 75-year-old aunt who goes to church every week can see me as female. It's actually not that hard.
I want to disclose so I don't waste my time on some loser. So I don't emotionally invest in someone so dull that they get hung up on the fact that I was born with a penis. Oh what horror.

Christ, I'm brilliant, creative, sexy and tough as all hell. They should be so lucky.
Actually, I want to disclose because I have all these crazy, amazing, beautiful memories and experiences related to my transition. Because the way I see my world now is on some level fundamentally shaped by the horror of my pre-transition existence. Because I want to be able to tell them why the tattoo on my back means so much to me. Because next time I'm at a show where the guy sings about uke-uke-lady-boy riding down a mountain on a tiger (don't ask), and the girl I'm with suggests tattoo-ing said image on her body, I don't want to have to avoid explaining my hysterical giggles. Because I want to be able to share ALL of me. And for better or worse, my history as a trans female IS a part of me.
I have no interest in any of "the collective ignorance." They can leave me well enough alone. And I have no interest in censoring myself to protect someone's fragile f**king ego either. Neither option is even mildly appealing. What's the point of being with someone that I wouldn't even be able to respect?
Is this a thing I just can't get because I'm queer? I have friends who are guys and they don't seem to suck that much. I think people need to date some cooler people. Some people who are like... decent human beings. That doesn't seem like a ton to ask.