I am a 69-year-old publically out to everyone transsexual grandma who spent most of her life living butch. My parents are no longer living and I live hundreds of miles from most of my biological family of whom I have contact on Facebook. So we do not have everyday contact. I am living with my partner our son and her daughters.
I am a retired school teacher who is out on Facebook to my past students who I have been able to contact on Facebook. I have just posted that I am a transsexual grandma and not tried to explain anything to anybody except my youngest sister who accepts me as a female and to one or two of my friends on Facebook. They all think what they think.
My partner is perfectly willing to accept me as a male cross-dressing as a female which I am not, but I am out and about with my family in every aspect of our community lives including our kids schools for the past 7 years.
Our kids have had their friends over to our house. Neighborhood kids have constantly asked me to inflate their footballs and basketballs or fix their bikes and skateboards or borrow my tools to do so. Their parents have been over too and I have just been accepted for myself without discussion.
I have voted in every election, been admitted to the Federal Building on business, been called to jury duty with the male spelling of my name and the M on my driver's license without any problems. I just say that I pronounce Michael as Michelle and it has been respected even when I was called to jury duty.
My partner calls me Michael and uses the pronouns he even in the ladies' restroom without problems. She has no problems sharing the ladies' room or ladies dressing rooms in stores with me. I am 20 years older than my partner. Now we are mostly stay-at-home people. We have no car, so we walk or take the bus. We have a little red cloth wagon we use for grocery shopping.
Now, in my community there has developed many different stories. With my kids teachers, I am my son's father. No hassle in the schools.
With my partner, I am a male cross-dressing as a female. Most of my life I have been a female crossdressing as a male is how I see myself.
To people who see us in our community walking or riding the bus, they see me as the grandma, (which I am), my partner as my daughter, and our son and her daughters as my grandchildren. If I get into a conversation with someone, I explain that I am a transsexual woman, so I don't hide it.
I am telling you all this because out in my community I guess I have many stories depending on how much people know me.
We live in a tourist beach community where many of the people in the businesses stay the same while many others don't. The bus drivers change routes every six months so we see new ones and then strangers. I just figure is that if all people ever see me is as a woman, I will be accepted as such, with whatever story they make up about me.
If people ask I will be honest, or let them, just imagine how a woman can father children. I guess this is grounded in the Serenity Prayer, to change the things I can change, and accept the things I can't, and hopefully know the difference. I do know that I can't change what people think.