"I have had several dog owners say, "My dog really loves you. She only loves women, but she really loves you." Dogs can suss us out with a sniff."O&C, I reread your comment today because I had exactly the same experience this past last week.
I have developed a female friend who I originally hired to help me with my makeup. She rents a studio in a women's center in lower Manhattan. I meet her there so I can do my gender wardrobe change from my male role to the female me. Her friendship gives me a sense of safety, caring, and support that my soul is bursting to feel.
When I met her at the studio, there was a group of women getting ready for a karaoke party sitting on a group of couches. Some knew me and others were strangers. I was introduced as Emma even though I was still wearing my male street clothes.
Standing there I attracted the attention of Frankie, a vicious, man-hating dog that threatened to rip my legs off. I quickly retreated to the changing room with my friend and firmly closed the door to protect me from the rabid teeth of an avenging man-hating dog.
I joyfully shed the male costume and began to relax as I became me. We were planning on some light shopping and a trip to a local coffee shop. As I slowly opened the door, fearing another attack by the vicious, misandrist dog, this is what I found:
Frankie came over and started to lick my hand. The women all looked on with shock. Frankie never did that with men, ever. I smiled at all of them and said, "That's easy to understand. I am not a man. I am a woman."
I had passed the "Frankie" test. I no longer fear being clocked. Frankie knows better.
