Banner day for me as an out and proud transgender woman.
I'm in a hotel for my last couple days stateside before going to England to be with Megan. This morning I was chatting with the breakfast cook, we struck up a quick friendship. I told her my story of going through the TSA full body scan last time I flew, and how I disclosed my trans status before entering the machine to make things easier on everyone. Out comes her phone, and a series of photos of her granddaughter transitioning. She had been saying she wasn't a boy since a very early age, and her parents took her to a therapist at age five. She is now a beautiful young lady of twelve, and her school has a support group with twelve trans students in it.
Cut to this afternoon when I sold my car. The salesman (and owner of the dealership) looked at the title and asked what relation I was to Michael (the name on the title). I said "We're one and the same, and gave him my court order for the name change. He says, "I need to test drive it, c'mon, let's go for a ride." Once in the car, he asked if I would mind answering some questions about my journey, then told me his granddaughter (20) was looking to have a sex change operation (his words, not mine). We drove around for 45 minutes and he asked about a million questions. I answered everything, even the "What's in your pants, and did you actually grow breasts from the hormones*?" questions. He bought the car, and I felt really good about being able to educate and help him understand.
All in all, a very nice day for me.
*I told him that while I was out, proud, and happy to help, most transgender people wouldn't appreciate the recognition of being transgender, or the personal questions. Cuz I know a lot of you just want to blend, and I respect that. Just as I like being out, and I expect people to respect that.
Thanks for reading.
Hugs, Devlyn
