I've seen all sorts of insensitive and bigoted and ignorant behavior inside the queer bubble. I've seen bigotry against a trans guy (not me) who came to the gay men's group and wasn't "passing." They called him "she." I'm quite certain that some of the men in my gay group would shun me if they knew my history. Some wouldn't care what I've done to my body. Some wouldn't care if I had equipment that rivals theirs. No matter what, they would see me as a liar or an impostor or both.
Inside the trans community, I've been attacked for not telling every person I meet that I am trans, for not being openly trans (without telling absolutely everyone), for not being an activist, for missing trans events, for being gay and not straight, for being gay rather than pansexual or bisexual, for having issues with women, for spending most of my time with cisgender men, for not wanting to consider sexual relationships with trans men, for wanting sexual relationships with guys who have typical penises, for being interested in bottom surgery, for not being interested in bottom surgery, for not being in touch with my "female history/side," and for feeling solidly male rather than identifying as trans or non-binary or genderqueer.
I think you'll find more than one contradiction in that mess. Why people can't just let me be who I am, I'll never know. I have a hard enough time with self-acceptance without everybody else's judgments piled on top of that.
At first, I didn't want bottom surgery. I came out back in the days when Lou Sullivan's FTM book was a key resource, and I saw the pictures. I heard the stories of failed surgeries, deformed results, infections, fissures, and multiple revisions. And I knew that my partner wouldn't be cool with bottom surgery.
I'm out of that relationship now. I still don't know whether I want bottom surgery. I don't heal well, I'm prone to infection, and, quite frankly, I don't have the cash. If I did have the money, I wouldn't spend it on surgery. Not in this economy.
I've had my big soulmate relationship and don't expect another, so I'm not expecting anyone else to see my downstairs bits. I pack, and it helps. Do I want a typical penis, or something closer to a typical penis? Yes, I do. But that doesn't mean I want one of the current surgical options, and it doesn't mean I can afford it. Do I have dysphoria about that part of my body? Absolutely. Every damned day, and I wish I didn't.
And I have a couple of close trans friends who say they do not want bottom surgery, ever. Maybe they'll change their minds. Maybe not. What the f*** do I care? What business is it of mine? They are my friends, they are boys, they live as men (as I do), and they have some peace with the lower part of their bodies. That's a damn sight better than where I am. The way I fight and struggle and hold onto things, I may never be at peace. But my ambivalence about bottom surgery has nothing to do with you, and it's really none of your business.