So a few days ago, I was standing at a streetcorner waiting for cars to go by, when some teenagers actually slowed down to shout out their window and call me a crossdresser. It took me a minute to figure out what they meant–I am physically a girl after all, and up until that moment, had been feeling very feminine. As they drove away, I was left standing there, not feeling angry or particularly upset–mostly confused. How was I supposed to react? Was anger the right answer? Disgust? Or could it be pride, a little bit? Could it be triumph?
It took a while to internalize my real reaction. I was a little angry, yeah–those guys in the car were jerks. And I was a little upset, mostly by the negative tone I know was intended. But I was also triumphant in knowing I could be whatever gender I choose, or no gender if that’s what I want. I can be who I want to be, regardless of what gender people assign me. And if they don’t want to see people like me in their perfect worlds, they can deal. I am here, I am me, and I am here to stay.
What’s your experience?