I find it pretty easy to be around both, probably because I'm nearly sixty. I'm also in considerable pain and walk with effort and sometimes obvious pain. I think people feel sorry for me. I hate it, but I've got too much pride to walk with a cane. Hell, I should be on a walker. It's so embarrassing sometimes I can't even describe it. Before I made my posture the most important part of being in public, someone, often an older man, would make sure to ask me if I needed help with the groceries or anything else I was loading or carrying. When even other women hold the door for you, you know you're in trouble, and that's happened to me, lol! I thank God daily I pass as well as I do, because I think I'd be a target otherwise. I was once very jaded and cynical, but for every mean person I've met since transition, I've met a hundred just the opposite! I think I'm perceived as just another somewhat attractive fifty something year old woman, and that will have to do. No matter how I'm perceived, as long as I'm looked at properly, as a woman, I'm pretty happy. Mira