I don't worry about it anymore. My wife would say I don't worry about it any less!
In fact, I don't worry about any part of me but my hair. I fuss all the time over my hair, and worry that my hair doesn't adequately cover my forehead, and heaven forbid that a gust of wind should come along.
"Get over it!" she says.
Actually, what Lisbeth said, I do pass upon close scrutiny. At least I think I do. Do I? Yeah, I'm pretty sure. All day long I have female and male customers to deal with, usually for about 20 minutes or more, sometimes for a couple of hours. They like me, and get along just fine.
Hmmm....I wonder.....were they just being kind? All of them? Then I think about going here and there, crowded malls, etc. Never a look. Okay....sometimes I get hit on by another gay woman LOL.
But still.....is my hair okay???
And Kate....you don't owe anyone anything.
"I don't want anyone to ever think I'm out to "fool" them, or to MAKE fools of them. I HATE feeling
deceptive, and for anyone to ever think of me that way..."
You don't owe them an explanation, or some kind of empathy for their potential 'embarrassment' or discomfort.
Suppose you were born a natal woman, but were uncomfortably different in some way. Maybe a big nose. I mean a real schnoz! Do you think you should make people feel more comfortable, maybe make a cavernous nasal apology for making them feel uncomfortable about the way you look?
Okay, I digress, or maybe regress. Anyway girl, it's time to start getting around to the business of being Kate. A while ago (consider yourself lucky) I was finally able to stop spending my energy defending Beverly at work, and just start BEING Beverly.
Yah....issues. Get over 'em.
Bev