rans people simply can’t get along and this includes me. The goddess knows I have posted a number of crazy photos on social media for the world to see and laugh at. But recently I saw a post of a transgender woman in a form fitting silver lame’ long dress. She was asking how she looked. Normally, I leave posts such as this alone thinking I don’t want to be the one to throw stones in a glass house. But this time I couldn’t help myself. I simply had to comment on the obviously huge belly sticking out in the picture. I commented something to the fact she may want to try some Spanx under garments before wearing the dress again. Of course all of the other ten comments were totally positive and were telling her how wonderful she looked.
As I look back on it, no comment would have been better than my snarky, trans-naziish, statement I made. But I let it go.
I was part of the transgender problem not the solution. Just another reason trans people can’t have nice things when we snark at each other. Then again, I wonder what an outsider to the community would think about some of the posts I see. I understand. It takes most of us years to achieve even a modest attempt at a quality feminine presentation.
An example is this five year old fuzzy tavern post of a very fuzzy intoxicated me during a Pride Pub Crawl. I wasn’t quite crawling yet when this picture was taken!