So I had to go with my dad's wife, whom he's been separated from for a couple of years, to a clinic to get checked for urinary tract/yeast infection.
I figured this would be an opportune time to spill my transman status on her. I calmly stated that I'm transgender and her response was a simple, "ok" with a big smile. I explained briefly that I have always felt like a guy and that I want her to call me Phoenix. She unfortunately did say that the name "Phoenix" sounded "pretty." But I just let that slide. In fact, I don't make much of an effort to correct people like I did in the past. Because its so stressful and its not the end of the world for me to be addressed as female, although it is very dysphoric and uncomfortable.
I had a feeling she would receive this quite well, because I remember a conversation we had a long time ago when she said she taught her daughter to accept anyone no matter what. She is a naturally accepting person. And she is black. I see alot of silly threads on here posted by close-minded trans folk who honestly believe some races are more accepting than others. That is straight bs. Its about the individual, tradition or non-tradition and environment, I think. Race alone does not determine the supportive/accepting factor. Ok? I think much of her family is that way. I'm just so happy that she accepted it. I told her to just call me by the male variation of my assigned name at birth because it makes things easier. My dad still sees me as his daughter and calls me by my dreaded, overtly female at birth name.
I'm just so glad at least one of them is understanding, because many trans people don't even have at least one supporting parent, even if she is just my step mom.
