I've waded through may of the posts on this thread, and, honestly, skipped a couple days worth.
I have met a woman in a sundress, with a hairy...I mean VERY hairy chest, and referred to her as ma'am, and she.
I have met several mildly retarded, mentally challenged (choose what you like) transwomen, who were not aware that they did not 'pass', with eye makeup like Mimi, and bald pates, or bad toupes. When a number of coworkers pointed them out as objects of ridicule, I called these retarded transwomen, women.
I've seen poor creatures who were born female, or male, and sadly, with such birth defects, that the only way I could guess their gender was by the way their parents dressed them, and lovingly spooned food into mouths that could hardly function.
I've seen beautiful women, genetic, I suppose, I didn't ask, who had horrible scars that would forever make them less attractive than they were before they encountered whatever misfortune crossed their paths.
I've seen lines of people....just people. Some ugly, some plain, some cute or handsome, others drop-dead gorgeous.
I've seen transpeople, who before transition, in all liklihood looked fine as the gender they were born into, but less like their desired gender, after long months of transition.
These transpeople did not transition for you, or me, or anyone else. They transitioned, like the rest of us to stop their personal pain, and have their minds and bodies match as well as possible.
I find the notion of a scale 'passability' personally repugnant, and chastise myself when I realize I'm being too picky when I'm looking in the mirror myself.
No. I have no problem viewing and treating any individual as their desired gender, no matter how they look.
Bev