I guess if I have to describe myself, this works as well as anything:
Father, mom, union stagehand (journeyman), Ph.D, historian, scientist, technician, teacher, peace activist - member of Historians For Peace and Code Pink, researcher, writer, left-wing godless goddess, transgender activist, Union activist and organizer, dancing queen, fashionistia, Lake Tahoe based "Black Diamonds are a Girls Best Friend" ski club, Burning Man grrl, Kinky Salon member #17, pro-reading / anti-TV, pro-bike / anti-car, guitar player, hot tubs, hippies with guns, 420 friendly, no tweekers, ex-poet.
Transgender doesn't even show up till like number 11 or 12 on that list. But it's there. Long after what I consider major life accomplishments, but before other things that might be even more important.
But, its on the list. Its something about me that is real. Why should I deny it? I don't look at my academic career and think (as many would love me to) "Gee, what a waste, after all that, I went back to stagework, blue collar and all that, why bother?" I think of that as part of my life, a part that tends to inform all of what I do now. You might ask, "so how does teaching college physics help you be a stagehand?" and I tell them to look above them, because all that lighting, all that sound, all that electric power is hanging over your head all night because I said it was safe. Good enough?
I would chose not to be known as that exclusively (which means in real life, you better have other accomplishments, other things that you are... - otherwise...) but it does not bother me to be know as that also.