The Joys of Not Passing. What stupid kind of title is that? I was going to put this off until the weekend because I really need some sleep but I have been thinking about writing this all week. This will probably be an introduction and I will expand on it over the weekend. My first day off in two weeks !!! YAY

How can there possibly be any joy in not passing? I have spent several years reading topics such as:
1. Do I look passable?
2. What can I change to look more passable?
3. What if I don't pass?
4. Will I pass?
5. I passed today

5, 6, 7 , 8.......blah blah blah.
We have all read them. I have written them. I have worried about passing, hoped to pass, wondered if I passed.
I am getting exhausted thinking about it.
Here's the thing. Sometimes it's pretty cool and fun to not pass. Women love showing me how accepting they are of me. If I was still a 58 year old conservative looking white male 20 something and 30 something women would not even look sideways at me, I would be the enemy.
Most of them are so friendly to me. They want to show they support me. They want to befriend me. I get constant hugs. In a meeting at work the other day one walked behind my chair and flipped my hair as she passed complimenting my new haircut. This was a gorgeous 25 year old African American woman that would have never even talked to me a few years ago.
When I am out in public many people are so much friendlier to me than they used to be. Women I don't know smile warm and friendly smiles for no reason. They call me hon and sweetheart. They compliment my nails and my clothing.
And many men think I have guts. They have told me so.
At the ripe old age of 58 I am hip.

Who'd have thunk it?
Next Friday I am going out drinking with a bunch of girls from the office.
Do some people hate us? YEP. But lots of people love us. We are brave, cool, different, non conformists.
I was a huge conformist my entire life. Everyone had to accept me. Well now some don't but the ones that like me like me a lot more than when I tried to blend into the scenery.
Being openly trans over the last few years has went from terrifying to fun.
WARNING ----- More rambling on this topic coming this weekend. Next tangent is about being OK with ourselves and even feeling good when we don't pass.
Heresy I say

An abomination

Nope

It happens.