One thing I have had happen a lot, and I know I'm not alone: as an MtF woman, I I have been pegged as a gay dude endlessly. This started in middle school. Then on to high school, then college.
I remember one time I met this guy who looked like Sean Penn at a bar. He started hitting on me. I was and still am about 90% into women (in other words, about as sexual oriented towards women as anyone you'll meet, but not keeping anything in the shadows about it, lol).
I made it pretty clear I wasn't interested, but he wouldn't take this as a response. He asked me what was "up" with me and I just decided to be honest and tell him I was transgendered. Hey, why not, right?
Well, Sean Penn decided to be a total jerk about this, telling me that there is no such thing, that I am a guy and I should be proud of it. He leaned in and whispered, "you're going bald, dude. You need to get real." Of course I was pretty pissed and was more insistent that no, in fact, despite my possibilities of winning a Jason Stathem look-alike contest, I would rather be a woman and I had known this since I was four. He shook his head and was like, "no, no.... You really need to have a talk with your mother, dude. You need to get some stuff straight in your head."
Okay,his jerk status aside, what's going on in situations like these? I presented myself as nothing but a very masculine guy who liked women. I have always been pretty good looking, maybe not as buff or as cool of a jawline as Stathem, but otherwise, the description isn't too much of an an exaggeration. Deep voice, not overly clean, loud and outspoken. Quite masculine, by every standard I can come up with, especially as this was fifteen years ago, before I had ever touched hormones or any kind of transitioning.
I trust mr Sean Penn, the experienced gay hotshot in Atlanta GA to have a functional gaydar system, along with the dozens of other men and women who have also pegged me as being gay, so one might ask "what's the deal, yo?"
I am beginning to explorer he thought of accepting my own INHERENT womanhood as a tangible and real thing about myself. In other words, something which can be seen by anyone who is actually paying attention. And I don't think this comes down to pheromones. There's something deeper. It messes with people's gaydar because it's just as real to anybody looking a bit beyond the surface.
Here's a story: When I was doing deliveries at the nursing school of my university, I was walking all around campus all day. During this time, I began paying attention to people walking behind me, and something like 100% of the time, I could tell from the sound of the footsteps if it was a man or a woman (even accounting for sneakers, or leather bottomed shoes, whatever). On different surfaces, it didn't matter, but hard-tiled or concrete floors were the easiest to hear it and know INSTANTLY.
I think if you tried it, a lot of people would have similar results. The thing is, it's not WEIGHT (some men are quite small and some women are quite big, right?) Also, even the openly femme gay men I knew (or gaydar detected), they still read as MEN to me when they walked behind me. So, HOW does one tell that? I just wonder if there's something like this that all humans "give off" that others instinctively notice.
About half a decade after paying attention to that, again, presenting as a man, I actually had another women say to me, "You sound like a heavy woman when you walk. It's very strange to me." Now, I guess most people are too asleep to even notice that they noticed something like this, but I appreciated it. At least she didn't ask me if I was gay, like so many women have. Nor assume I was a closet case, like loads of guys have.
So, I am, after decades of being transgendered, and three attempts at transitioning, really working with the radical idea that being transgendered is something completely real. Whatever it was I started noticing and feeling when I was four years old is something that is actually true, in fact regardless of how I present myself, and it is just as noticeable by anyone who has any kind of sensitivity as any other quality about me.
Doesn't that just make the most sense?
Lyra
PS: my attempts at transitioning were unsuccessful due to hypersensitivity to blood pressure increases on estrogen. I am also the only person I have ever met who cannot drink a cup of coffee without curling into the fetal position and promising God I'll never do it again if he just slows my heart down and gets me through this -- no fooling! So, some things just haven't been in the cards.