Everyone I've ever met, I assume, and that's a LOT of people. Over a thousand easily. Being "Facebook out" will do that.
I used to be scared sh*tless about ever coming out because I thought that if I ever did, everyone everywhere would know and due to fear of the unknown, I kept it hidden for ages. I certainly didn't want to ever go there and make things even worse for myself. (No thanks to exploitative shows like Donahue, Springer and COPS.) Hell, I never so much as wore women's clothes until I was 43.
When it came to the point where GD was literally killing me, I rapidly got a new perspective on things. I started going out in girl mode, saw that it was likely going to be OK in the end and I finally stopped caring about what anyone else might think about it, even family.
Since LA is a big place, I see new faces every day and nobody looks at me twice anymore. Strangers I meet generally have no freaking clue that I'm trans, and that's OK. Once I meet someone new and see that they might become part of my life though, my status is certainly no secret.
I realize now that most people don't (knowingly) know a trans person, and I feel that it is my duty to educate them as an ambassador from trans*land, dispel toxic myths and put a real face on this issue. See, we're just regular people who got dealt a less-than-perfect hand in life, but hey, look what I did with it- I went all-in and won the pot with a just a queen and a joker.
When life gave me limes instead of lemons, I just made me some tasty margaritas. -Jill F