There's always going to be ignorance, every single individual in this world is ignorant of something, but each handles it differently, those that handle it with hostility are just bad people to begin with, the way I see it anyway. Even though fun was poked at transsexuals by family long before I came out of the closet, it wasn't hostile, just jokes shared in the privacy of our home, this usually regarding the circuses that some talk shows put on with their transsexual or cross-dressing guests (the ones that most ignorant people stereotype trans people as being like), I remember well before I came out to my family, we didn't know much regarding transsexuals (didn't start really watching documentaries about this until after I came out to them), even I didn't, but yet somehow I felt there was something in me that was like them from what I did know, and it was also my own ignorance that keep those feeling inside for a time until I realized that just because I felt like a had a closer connection with being a woman didn't mean that I was going to be an outcast, not if I just continued to be me.
One time, this being shortly after starting to live full time as a woman (but prior to hormones), at work, one of the new guys working in receiving, as I was coming downstairs from the upstairs stockroom with some boxes, for some reason he thought that he had to say something cruel to me, this being in the company of one of the workers that had been there long before I started, I think to make himself look cool. He called out to me, "hey ->-bleeped-<-", I tried to ignore him, he continued to call me a ->-bleeped-<-got, and since I had yet to start hormones I still wasn't handling things as I should, also being young still, mid 20s, I tended to let things get to me too easily, so I turned around and challenged him, I know I used the 'F' word, among some other things, actually challenging him to a fight as well. The reality is that he would've seriously messed me up, but he wasn't interested in actually fighting me, just wanted to hurt my feelings, and to boost himself up in the eyes of the other male worker there, he very much succeeded, but that's only because I let him. Anyway, I was a mess, nerves were shot to hell, this was still all so new to me and while I knew what I was getting into, I still wasn't sure whether I could handle it.
I had walked out of the building, over to the side parking lot and started balling my brains out. One of my other coworkers saw me, he was a young guy, maybe late teens, was really concerned about me, I told him what happened through all the sobbing, he did what he could to try to help me get myself back together again. Once I stopped crying and pulled myself together I went back inside, one of the managers wanted to talk to me, said that I threated and cursed at that guy in receiving, I told him what happened, what that guy said, he just told me next time come and tell them if someone is bothering me, lots of good that would do because those ->-bleeped-<-s didn't like me either, it was a lost cause either way. Anyway, that guy didn't get in trouble or anything, later every time he saw me he'd smile or laugh or whisper to another nearby coworker, but thankfully he didn't last long there, was a lowlife and didn't do crap for work anyway. After that incident I learned to handle things better, I had to be able to, otherwise I'd get nowhere. Now, I don't let things like that bother me, I don't even know why I did then, afterall it was just words, and not even true of me to begin with.
What I've always had a hard time with is trying to comprehend how people can be so cruel to others, whether it just be pure ignorance or to boost themselves up with their peers, because I've never been like that, if I ever say anything that I know I deliberately said to hurt someone it ends up hurting me, eats away at my conscience, which makes it so hard for me to wonder how anyone can live with themselves each day treating people different from them like crap, be it someone a different color, a different religion, gay or trans, someone weaker physically, or just something as minor as one wearing glasses (remember all the name calling that children used to do to those that wore glasses long ago, "four-eyes"). I think most people don't know how to deal with their own weaknesses, so feeling like victims to their own inner turmoils, have to find something to take it out on, that means finding themselves a possible victim who they can unleash their frustrations and anger onto, and that usually means someone that is different from the majority.