When I came out at work over a year ago, one coworker said, "If you were in Jamaica, you would be stoned". Reply: "I WAS stoned in Jamaica!.......But that was back in the 70's.
Of course, way too many asked about my....you know....did you have the surgery? I've told them I'm like an old car.....some old parts, some new parts, and a few carefully remanufactured parts.
At first, I was considered pathetic. Then, they (not everyone, but a lot) were confused. Why didn't my customers see a man? Only because the coworkers knew me before. THEN, they decided I was deceptive, hence an immoral scum bag. Only such would deceive. But, they became VERY confused when they decided that I am indeed lesbian, as witnessed by my occasional looks at attractive (to me) women, and to a large extent by my growing lesbian clientele.
Now, many don't know what to think anymore, and are starting to accept me as a woman, grudgingly sometimes.
The thing after all this that pissed me off is when I caught many of the male workers looking down my blouse , and I think THAT is something that truly disturbed them.......that they LIKED it, and in the end, I was just another unobtainable dyke, which, trans or not, I would be, as I have a partner.
Mostly now, everything's good.....as good goes.
Bev
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