But in all seriousness, living a non-passing life is not without risks. Like this afternoon...
I was out of salad fixings, so I walked to Trader Joe's for groceries, about a block and a half from my apartment. No incidents, no problems, and I was on my way home, maybe a half block from my front door, when it happened.
A large man, looking like an out of shape linebacker with a patchy beard, was coming the other way. He stopped, blocking the sidewalk. "Hey, you a <obscene reference to gay male>?" Thick accent. Eastern European? Uh oh. Left hand in purse, safety off on the pepper spray. Move toward street. He matches the move. "What the <heck>?", I say. He steps toward me. I pull out the canister, aim, nozzle toward his eyes, ready to fire, sweep, and run. "Hey, no pepper! I like <obscenity>!"
He steps back, and I bolt through right lane and past him. He laughs.
Maybe I'm making too much of this. Maybe he's a really nice man who just wanted to give a <obscenity> a big friendly hug. Maybe I'm just being terribly unaccepting of an alternative lifestyle. I don't think so. This had a really, really bad vibe to it. His posture was aggressive and threatening. Perhaps that is just the way of his people. It didn't come across to me that way.
It's been about 6 months since the last time I felt threatened, and that was by a vehicle that seemed to be pacing and following me late one evening. This was more personal.
I'm home, in a secure building, doors locked now. It still bothers me. I was feeling so good today, and then this happened, in a supposedly LGBT friendly area of a definitely LGBT friendly state.
Living a non-passing life has risks. I'd like to live long enough to be that old lady in curlers, with unicorns and rainbows on the Depends. This is why I want so very much to pass. Being non-passing and having to live in hiding, or in fear of simply being able to walk to the grocery store shouldn't be a part of living an 'authentic life'. Yes, ciswomen face risks. Trans women who don't pass face those same risks and more.