Quote from: Joanna Dark on July 29, 2014, 05:42:28 PMI lovelovelove your philosophy. It's beautiful. (So is your writing BTW).
Aww, that's so sweet of you to say. Thank you!
Quote from: Ms Grace on July 29, 2014, 06:00:39 PM
Just as there are degrees of passing there are degrees of being stealth. Stealth implies some less of trying to keep one's genetic gender history from those in their life. How deep one wants to be stealth would surely I require a fair bit of effort. Not being stealth I couldn't comment but I would presume it would require some degree of constant vigilance, even if it was running in the background, particularly being wary of people from one's past suddenly showing up.
Speaking for me, personally, I'd rather just be surprised than spend all my time thinking about it. The whole point of being stealth for me is so that I don't have to think about it if I don't want to.
The one time it did happen was SUPER awkward and embarrassing, but it isn't like I died or something. And besides, it happened when I was back in the city I grew up in visiting a friend. He happened to have a nurse on staff that day that had been a regular carer for him back when I was like 8 or 9. (He's disabled.) You'd think that would make me harder to recognize, but apparently not! So me and my mate had a laugh about it and moved on.
Most people who knew me only briefly or tangentially don't remember I'm the same person, or are medical personnel. Those that knew me better are either long, long gone or family friends and they know the score or I avoid them like the plague, depending on the person in question.
I'm not "deep stealth" as they say. My parents know, my parents' partners know, my sister knows, her fiancee knows, my step-brothers know, my aunts and first cousins know. My sister's closest friends know, my parents' closest friends know. My best friend knows, my best friend's mother knows, one of my best friend's friends knows. My girlfriend knows, my girlfriend's parents and sister know, a trans friend of my girl knows. A handful of friends of one of my aunts knows because she outed me without my consent and I'm still a bit pissed at her about that, though she has probably apologized enough by now.
There was a phase I went through during and after transition where me and my family slowly and carefully disclosed to the people we felt should know. But that period has been over for nearly 3 years now. The new feel has long worn off. The overwhelming majority of the people I interact with on a daily basis don't know my history and have no business knowing. It's become my choice who knows and who doesn't. Who I tell and who I don't. And that, to me, feels really good.
The reason I was so angry with my aunt, is that it felt like... like she'd told them something deeply, deeply intimate about me. Like... Oh this is my niece and she likes to be held down by her girlfriend when they have sex. Yesh. I hold in my head intimate details about lots of people's lives, including about her for goodness sake. And I don't wander around spilling them in anyone's ear. That would be seriously unethical.
It took me a while to learn that I only feel comfortable sharing intimacy with people that I'm really connected to, really love. I have lots of trust issues because of some of the things that happened in my life and that is just who I am. So for me, it feels comfy, it feels good that I can keep that stuff inside my skin. And when I want to talk, I go to someone that I feel will really hear me.