It's been just over 3 years since I started t and my life is pretty good. The emotional changes happened within a week, the physical changes happened within the year so that I could pass as male all the time, and I'm happy with my current life. I was officially divorced in November last year and started dating a gay man in March. My first gay boyfriend. My first gay experience. At 30.
When I figured out I'm trans I didn't seek out the LGBT community because I'm shy and introverted and find being social overwhelming. It's taken me 30 years to be okay in my own skin and to go out and work my butt off for what I want out of life - transition, career, love. 3 years ago the idea of trying to integrate as a gay trans man was terrifying and it still is.
A year ago I went to my first gay club as a gay man and asked a group of men playing darts where the bathroom was. One pointed at the men's door (it was hiding around a corner, the women's door was on the other side of the building). As I started walking toward the door I heard one of the guys make a startled, uncomfortable noise and another say 'hey wait, it's on the other side.' I didn't look back. I acted like I didn't hear them. It's a coping mechanism. Ignore what I don't like so that I don't get backed into an emotional corner. Turns out the bathroom didn't have doors on the stalls and they faced the urinal and sink. Everyone would see me, so I went and peed in a bottle in my truck while burning with embarrassment. I even hung out in the bathroom long enough to make everyone think I did something instead of just immediately walking out like I was admitting I shouldn't have been in there in the first place. We've all been there. That story isn't news to any of you. Trans exclusion in public bathrooms is a thing that has been happening for forever. The bad thing is, seeing the open stalls made me fearful that I'd walk into any other gay bar and there wouldn't be stall doors. I avoided bars altogether after that, gay or not.
Then I went to my first pride festival as a gay man and was shunned by a group of gay men. Then I was hanging out with a lesbian friend and her girlfriend made a comment about how I was just a confused woman and better not hit on her girl (they're split now, the ex is a jerk). Then I tried dating bi, gay, and 'pansexual' men and they were too hung up on my genitals. Then I tried to include myself in a LGBT meetup group and felt so out of place that it was actually painful to sit there waiting for the appropriate time to be up before I could excuse myself without looking like I'd just sat down for 10 minutes, decided they weren't good enough for me, and left. Social anxiety is a monster I live with every day. To top it all off, every time, and I do mean every single time, I out myself as trans to gay/bi/pan man or woman they always slip on pronouns. And they always know I'm 'different' instead of 'like them.' I always get asked eventually.
All of this has culminated in me realizing I'm a gay trans man who is very comfortable with straight people (bigoted or not) but completely out of place with my own people. Straight people generally see me as one of those femme gay men, even though I'm not femme or campy. I'm androgynous, which I'm perfectly fine with.
Now I'm dating a cisgender gay man, and he hasn't slipped on pronouns when I can hear him, but I'm around his friends who are either very supportive straight allies or gay/lesbian themselves. And he wants to introduce me to MORE of his gay/lesbian friends. And every. single. time. they screw up pronouns, directly ask if I'm trans, talk about if I'm trans when I'm not around (and my guy finds out), or they loudly talk about how proud they are that I'm 'so brave' around people I don't know, trust, and probably don't want to be out to. I'm not brave. I'm absolutely terrified that the wrong person will find out and become violent and hurt me.
I avoid the LGBT community. I'm tired of the misgendering, the wrong pronouns, the constant questions. I want to live a normal life, without having to hear people ask perfectly respectful, polite questions simply because I've heard them millions of times and I'm just tired. I'm tired of having to explain myself or being gripped with anxiety that people think I'm rude and ungrateful.
My boyfriend's best friend is a very kind lesbian woman who is very supportive and sweet. I like her a lot. She invited me to try some of her potato soup and when I said that I really liked it, she said 'She likes it!' and then corrected herself. I wanted to just drop the bowl and walk off. I'm so tired of it. I never get this stuff from straight people.