Ironically, lately I care a whole lot less about being identified as trans, though that may be because no one thinks I'm trans or male, ever. But, I had this friend that was trans (she has since detranstioned and started smoking crack so I cut her out of my life like a malignant mole) and about, idk, seven months ago or so we went out while our BFs went to some car movie. She was a lot more gay identified too and didn't pass. But, I hung out and went out and about a pretty bad part of town anyhows. Excpet for some park she wanted to go to it was dark and i'm all of 5'5 and 118 lbs so...yeah, scary. The other thing is she didn't pass and really wanted boobs. Like she was obssessed with breasts and having them. And lil ole me happens to be a 30-32D, so needless to say she was jealous and always talked s~!t. But she tried to pick up guys and several called her a ->-bleeped-<-got. But, when they looked at me, they didn't say word one. I almost felt like a ->-bleeped-<- hag though I'm sure if I had a conversation with someone at this point I would have stopped passing. But I was on HRT for like a couple months so my face didn't change all that much yet. And with my soon to be BF not around I was scared.
I really don't know what the point of that was other than you don't always get clocked by virtue of hanging with a non-passable trans girl. I have a really high pitched voice too so I'm sure it helps. And I have no visible tells: small hands, small feet, small head, tiny narrow shoulders, the whole nine yards. I was attempting, or am attempting to get more involved with the queer community here in Philly and even joined a queer bookclub, but that will be mostly lesbians, and I can swing that way, but it will be awhile sine I'm in love with a man. Hopefully forever. He did say once we will be together til we die an then be buried next to each other so...I'm on his team. And hopefully take his name. *heart flutters while picturing herself staring at a crowd through a veil in a white strapless wedding dress with a tight bodice with lots of lace, a hint of cleavage and a full flowy skirt pushed to the max with petticoats with two girls behind her carrying the ten foot tail of her dress like she be the queen bee*
Anyhoo, aside from my wedding fantasies, I just don't ever see a burgeoning trans community outside of small pockets of peeps in large cities that prolly came together by virtue of being trans but don't stay together because of it. I mean other than being trans I don't see a lot of conversations here about stuff I would love to talk about. There's rarely anything about makeup, fashion, beauty, gossip, babies, boys, boys, and boys....I mean the stuff I would talk about is outnumbered like 10 to one by conversations about guns and techy stuff. i get enough of that from my man. There's a lot of hormone related stuff and transtion related stuff so I keep coming back but I could talk about men like all day and makeup or gossip or other stuff peeps here seem to have zero interest in and so I feel like this little priss in a sea of tomboys. And that's fine. Don't take that the wrong way. But for a community to build up there has to be more in common than "oh you take X dose; I take Y dose." How bout that spiro...heard it...ok im rambling. time to shut up like three paragraphs ago.