I recently wrote this on another site but I thought you all would appreciate it here:
A neighbor who had no idea that I was transgender invited me to a bourbon-tasting party. I like bourbon and the neighbor and I get along pretty well. So do our wives. Not too close but pleasantly social.
I brought a bourbon I had never tried. There were five of us, so five bourbons to try in a blind taste test.
The host was a recently retired army colonel. Joining us was another colonel, an FBI agent, and a NYC fireman.
I was behind enemy gender lines.
I was OK because it's a role that I have played for a lifetime. The role became part of who I am but Emma is who I am.
I talk "guy" but I am not a guy.
But just because I speak French doesn't make me French, either.
It was a "guys" night with bourbon that went on to 1 am. We got through most of the bottles and the conversations went on without gender coming up once.
I had a good time. I stayed "guy" and only spoke "guy" all night. I kept wondering what the reaction would be if they knew that I was a transgender female.
I have a pretty good idea that it would have been my last invitation.
But maybe not. There are no guarantees when you out yourself but I feel that most men can't understand how a "normal" guy would ever want to be a female, must less claim that they are one.
Most guys like tangibility.
Gender is intangible. Like love and God, you either you believe or you don't.
My daily gender presentation still screams "guy" but when I present as Emma, my heart and soul scream "FEMALE" in two-part harmony.
The party broke up at 1 am leaving a lot of empty bottles of bourbon.
A successful guys night undercover.
I went home and ordered a new liver on Amazon.
Maybe I should have ordered two...
I have learned that ladies' nights can be just as dangerous!