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QuestioningEverything:
Allow me to summarise a few times when people who once knew me as my male predecessor did not recognise me when I presented as female, whether still in part-time or eventual full-time status:
- Attending an LDS Temple Square Christmas pageant as Sharon / female and meeting a grounds security officer who knew me only as my male predecessor during our civics group's rallies against the Mormon Church's positions opposing equal rights; he did not recognise me. (1984)
- Strolling through the University of Utah Medical Center hospital as Sharon / female where I had my exploratory in 1982 as my male predecessor. (1985)
- Among my circle of friends while I resided at metropolitan Salt Lake City was a homosexual man and his Lesbian married friends. We planned a big pot-luck dinner among ourselves during one of the later days before my departure to move to Tucson, Arizona. I arrived with my contribution to the meal and a 'gift' to the Lesbian couple that I did not want to lug with me and risk breaking along the way - an un-opened five-gallon jug of white vinegar. Poor Tim had no idea and the Lesbian couple did a double-take but did not quite ask.
- I resided at Willliams, Arizona, while employed by the USDA Forest Service as male. There was a diner located downstairs from my apartment and a gasoline filling station was nearby. Those proprietors only knew me as my male predecessor during the two years I resided there. After residing at Utah for five years, I decided to move to Tucson, Arizona. I drove through Williams, ate lunch at that diner, bought gasoline at that filling station, and no one recognised me as Sharon / female that entire day.
- Working side-by-side at a temp assignment with a woman who had been a co-worker with me six years earlier when we both worked for the Forest Service (1986). We also had been active members of a food co-op for several years and not once did she ever ask if I was that other male person.
- My supervisor at a temp assignment for four months was the son of neighbours for whom I frequently house-sat and cared for their horses and Great Danes during their absence. (1986)
Nope. I consider among my most humourous of events the time of my certain 'mail fail'. (1985):
- While at the end of presenting as my male predecessor at work, I made use of various distant men's rooms throughout the large, multi-story office building rather than the one near my work area to not attract suspicion being seen using only the single stall available as my post-op condition was unknown to my co-workers. There I was washing my hands as a man entered, looked at me, apologised saying her thought he entered the women's room by mistake, and began leaving. After all, he saw me without facial hair or arm body hair, I was wearing female uni-sex attire, I had long hair past my shoulders in a loose perm feminine style. I mustered what male falsetto I could and confirmed to him that this was the men's room. He departed hurriedly anyway, poor guy.
Come on, now, you members here at Susan's. Let's read your stories.
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