This journey keeps getting easier and more joyous. I realized that I was trying to pass, though I denied it. Now it's helping me to frame it as wanting to be seen as trans, and to do what many women do, enhance my looks as I choose to.
Today I went to pick up somone sparkly eyeshadow I had ordered from Target. The pickup person was busy and called over an associate, saying, "They need help with an order." I appreciated the "they" that was said casually. I would have preferred "she" but too many times I hear "he" unless I'm 100% en femme.
The associate was trans. The universe keeps opening my eyes, and doors with people welcoming me. She brought me my order and said it would like nice on me.
Sometimes assumptions are nice.
I asked about Pride at Target. Two years ago it was a huge display at the front of the store, in a Trumpland city. Last year it moved to the back. She told me Target had remove protection for trans employees (though in California we have strong laws, somewhat muddied by federal policies). She said the Pride display would not be at the front. Maybe not anywhere.
Yet there is hope when we make connections. I won't be silenced or have my hands tied.