I am "other" in a number of ways, in terms of my religious beliefs, my political beliefs, my sexual orientation, my relationship with my family, and, of course, my trans status (including my genital status). I've been experimenting with a more open life, but it isn't working well. Outside of my circle of friends and the larger gay community, I still don't feel that I can be open about any of these aspects of my life without attracting curiosity and prying questions--not to mention downright bigotry, which could result in a loss of opportunity or well-being. And even in the gay community, I'm careful when I talk about certain things.
I tried being more open about some of this stuff, and I feel that it has only made my life harder and more uncomfortable. Nice experiment, but it's going to end here. I don't see any need to go about trumpeting that I'm an X, a Y, or a Z when that would tend to other me. For example, just because I'm obsessed over my atypical sexual equipment does not mean that I need to tell others, even if they've become pretty good friends.
Except, paradoxically, I'm still of two minds over whether I should come out as trans to certain people, even though such a disclosure would probably wind up straying into a discussion of my equipment. Why am I torn? I'm still not sure. I guess it's a combination of factors. One issue is that other people think we're not who we say we are--we are seen as deceptive--and so a lot of people think they DO have a right to know. This attitude, to me, is a form of othering, and I don't want to buy into it.
I know a gal who doesn't like to talk about her first marriage, and she doesn't. A lot of people who know her don't know she was married before. It's her business, not theirs. She doesn't go around thinking of herself as dishonest for withholding this information. She thinks of it as a private affair.
I also had a friend who had an abortion. Physically, it was no big deal--pretty painless, with no complications. Psychologically, it was a huge freaking big deal. When she found out that I was pregnant, worried as hell, and planning an abortion, she told me about her experiences. This was not something that she shared with other people. It's none of their damned business, no matter how much they might argue that they have a right to know. She is not obligated to tell them.
So, in the same spirit, why should I feel obligated to tell people that I used to live as a woman or that my genitals are not like most men's? If they want to google me and they find out that I'm trans, that's one thing--it's bad enough if that happens, but who the hell are they to EXPECT me to out myself voluntarily? I don't expect them to tell me about things that make them uncomfortable, and I feel that they shouldn't expect me to talk about stuff that distresses me. They're not dishonest when they don't share these things, and I'm not dishonest when I keep my trans status to myself.
One reason many of us don't out ourselves is that we still get too many negative responses. That's a problem, but it stems from other people's othering of us. I think that we ourselves can take on that act of othering when we behave as if we're so different that we feel obligated to tell (warn?) people of that difference. I think that more than anything else, the whole aura of deception that accompanies trans-ness is a form of othering that makes it very difficult for some of us to feel perfectly justified in keeping our private lives private. And that's a crying shame.