Being a trans woman means you almost inevitably know something about feminism. About how women are just human beings, as men are, and have no particular constraints or hard and fast rules to define them. So when I find myself explaining things to people who want to learn or know, I encounter a frustrating paradox: explaining my womanhood without using any definitions for womanhood, because there are none.
It's that expectation people have where they want you to like girly things or have girly mannerisms. Even though I readily have those things, I find myself avoiding their acknowledgement when the topic comes up with other people. I refuse to acknowledge that I collect beautiful, colorful ornaments. I refuse to point out that I have an impressive weakness for fairies. I refuse to mention that I follow many social quirks associated with women. I refuse to share that I romantically prefer men. I refuse to be as readily affectionate as I really am. I do this because I have grown frustrated and tired with people needing some sort of easily understood, but impressively formal, format for what it means to be a girl or woman. It feels demeaning. None of these things are exclusive or inclusive to women.
I also refuse to share that I love video games. I refuse to point out that I prefer male friends. I refuse to let my analytic, sharp-witted side through. I do this because I feel that, just as easily as superficially feminine traits can enable my validity as a woman, so can superficially masculine traits disable my validity as a woman. It really saddens me that it seems so easy to lose female credibility when you mention masculine likes; for every one masculine trait or affinity you exhibit, you seemingly must also exhibit three feminine likenesses to offset that masculine magnetism in other people's eyes. I do not need to tell the choir that this feels wholly unfair; this rule does not apply to most women, who get to keep their perceived womanhood if they enjoy hunting, or contact sports, or even the romantic company of other women.
I run from the masculine polarity because I lose ground, and I shelter the feminine polarity because I refuse to deliver false meaning. The only explanation I am left with is "this is what makes me happy. I'm uncomfortable otherwise" -- or, if I'm feeling sassy, "I just REALLY like getting shot with lasers and stabbed in horrifying places. My life is kind of an action movie."
Unfortunately, simple answers are rarely good enough for people. I'm so tired of explanations.