I do not know what sub forum to post my sense of elation about where I live.
Let's just say, Washington State people I meet seem to be really fantastic about my Transgender Life.
I go surfing. I surf as a woman. I have not had surgery, nor is it on the near horizon.
I surf like a girl, so they say. I ride my motorcycle to my surf paradise on the Washington State coast where I store my surfboards and wet suits.
I surf in Westport, Washington. Yeah, I know, it's cold here, but it is a short motorcycle ride from the Seattle area where I live.
The people of Westport are cool. The people of Grayland, Washington are cool.

I was out walking the shoreline sand relaxing wearing my fun sundress. I am in my 60's and my face may show some wrinkles, but let me tell you surfing around here makes a girl hardy and able to take a cool evening walk without a sweater..  I met an elderly gentleman walking the shoreline, perhaps in his early 70's but hardy and fit. We chatted a while about a dead sea lion we saw washed up in the sand. He did not seem to care that my voice was not all that feminine yet I was wearing my tight after-surfing racer back sun dress. Our conversation was about the poor dead sea lion. He was a local and I am a local.
Further on down the beach, I came across a State of Washington Park Ranger driving the shoreline doing his job. We chatted a while. He explained that just minutes earlier he helped someone else get their car un-stuck in the sand. This somewhat of a beach police officer/park ranger seemed to be new at helping people dig their cars out from being stuck driving on the sandy beach around here. I explained to the nice gentleman ranger/officer how I frequently come out of the surf and discover some poor person who has buried his or her car tires up to the axle and is afraid of the rising tide.
I explain to the ranger/officer driving shoreline patrol that I always advise these people to simply let most of the air out of their tires. Works every time. The advice even works coming from me, a pretty transgender surfer who sometimes surfs wearing my wet suit (Imagine a full neck to ankle Spanx which really trims the form) or sometimes strolls along wearing a nice sun dress.
I just love living where I live!

Further, I am proud of my State of Washington for rejecting one of those stupid bathroom bills in State Legislature.
I can without a sense of harassment use a restroom that matches the gender I present.
There are times that I do not present as female, and I use the men's room. It smells in there.
Wasn't there a certain male member of the US Congress who got into trouble for soliciting another man in a public restroom? He said he had a wide stance.

When I pee, I do not have a wide stance. I sit in a stall and do my business, then exit the stall and proceed to the the sink to wash my hands, and use the mirror to make sure I look presentable before I exit the rest room.
This is what the people of Washington State have guaranteed that I continue to do without fear of being harassed by some joker trying to pee with a wide stance, or worse.

I live in Washington too. South of Seattle. Do you go to any of the outreach centers. If so what are they like? Washington is awesome.

No, I have never gone to an outreach center. But I do feel very at home here with the open acceptance I find.

That sounds so exciting and laid back at the same time.  I am a well... I don't know what I am. I wear skirts and panties ever day at my house and love, love them,  for tops I wear tank tops and t-shirts.  Most of my skirts are short skaters skirts.  My wife is ok with this change I think I'll stay here and let her get used to this in stages.  I am not sure where and how far I want to take it.  So far it's feels good and natural we'll see, I don't have to do it all at once, it's not a race or a contest.  So I am enjoying where I am.