I was a greeter at church today. You stand at the door and greet people as they come in, handing out programs, trying to make new people comfortable. It's a job I do now and then. I usually enjoy it because it's easy and I get to talk to lots of people.

Part of the job is to collect the offering. You walk to the front, get the basket from the person leading the service, work your way to the back passing the basket through the pews, walk back up to the front to return the basket, and then walk back to your seat. I did all that, relaxed and not thinking about much of anything.
Earlier in my transition, I had thought about my walk and would self-consciously try to "walk like a girl", but I hadn't thought about it lately. I don't think I ever mentioned doing this to anyone.
After the service, a woman came up to me and said: "Well, you've got the Girl Walk down."

I have no idea what she saw in my walk or how I walked that was any different from how I had walked as an ersatz man. Perhaps it is just letting out those mannerisms that were suppressed many years ago. I was pleased she said that to me. I don't know that I always walk like a girl, but it's nice to think that I do sometimes.
It's not "passing" per se, but as we relax into our new (but always inherent) role and let that inner person out, I think that it reassures our friends and acquaintances that
this at last is who we
really are.

- Kate