QuoteYou don't owe anyone anything, You don't owe bigots an education, nor are you a martyr for "the collective."
Wow! This is such a heavy and confusing question. I'm in stealth myself, I guess, because anyone who's met me a 22 months ago or less think I've always been female, but I'm unashamed anymore that I'm transsexual. I came out to the rest of my family and friends, but my mom, dad and brother knew about me since I was born, my mom believing I was intersexed at birth. And virtually all my close friends have known about me too, since I was 14-17 and I'll be 59 soon. I was bisexual (not with any of my friends, though) and had a boyfriend by 21, but I always, always dressed, looked and behaved as a woman with him, in public and private, always passing effortlessly, and I'm clueless as to why I didn't transition at 22 when I first began to. I think I was just ashamed of myself that I looked and felt so much like a girl that i just couldn't pull the trigger permanently. Now I pass wherever I go and I don't see a reason for me to announce that I'm TS. However, I was sooo angry when that young TS woman was beaten in Hollywood by four douchebags on Memorial Day weekend I had wanted to go to the TG festival in West Hollywood to sort of show solidarity, but everything changed when my brother slowly died from a liver transplant right at the border of West Hollywood right during that time and it felt inappropriate to go. Then again, I'm treated by other women as one of them and I don't want to change that. All I've ever wanted was to be a girl/woman anyway, so why would I out myself? In another post on this thread someone said that it seemed to them that most of the political TG community couldn't pass anyway, but I don't know about that, one way or another. I feel terribly sad for anyone who can't pass and it angers me a great deal that they can't live their lives however they want. This is a subject, a question I was obviously confused about that my attempts at living male were so spectacularly unsuccessful I tried to commit suicide three times. Thank God I was unsuccessful there as well, because after the third time I decided that I (finally) had to attempt to live as a woman and I've succeeded. Not spectacularly, but quietly, stealthily and thankfully. Am I wrong for doing that? Mira