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More Oddz And Endz

I’m friends with a trans woman on a social media site. She related how she started cross-dressing in the early 90s because she was tired of presenting as what she was not. I told her I thought she’d been brave for doing that. She replied, “not brave–resilient.”

“Brave,” I shot back. Tired or not, given society’s murderous, despicable attitude toward trans people, to start dressing as she felt herself to be was brave. What was resilient is that she continued to be true to herself in spite of all of the ugliness.

That short exchange reminded me of an experience I had in college back in the ’70s. I was at a party on another campus with a bunch of friends and at some point, a trans woman joined our group. I didn’t know anything about trans back then but I quickly realized she was biologically male. I could tell she desperately wanted to hang out with us “girls,” wanted us to accept her. My friends were pretty oblivious (drunk) and basically ignored her. I didn’t. I thought she was cool. So she hung out with us at the party and I could tell she was feeling relaxed and having a good time. Then it was time for us to leave. I said good-bye and told her I’d had fun hanging with her. Unfortunately, by that time I was pretty oblivious myself and it never occurred to me to get her name and contact info. I wish I had. Even… Continue reading