I don’t ever try to hide the fact I am transgender. Very rarely is it a potential issue.
On the other hand, I don’t often out myself either. I am far from the dating scene of my past so it also isn’t a major deal. My heart goes out to younger transgender women and men who have to negotiate the dating world. Ironically, it seems the better you present, the more difficulty you may have. Even to the point of placing yourself in danger if you are “discovered” by an unsuspected suitor.
Last night though, I found myself in a situation I don’t think I have ever found myself in. Back in the day, I was always surrounded by my cis women friends so I had never found myself in a situation with a man where I was outed. As an aside, I didn’t ever feel as if I presented well enough to confuse the public totally on what gender I really was. I always assumed everyone knew I was trans and I was satisfied with all of that as long as I was treated with respect.
For some reason last night, I went against my basic rule and accepted a friend request from a man. The reasons were he was in a group I was in with similar political leanings and he was local. If worst came to worst I could always mention my very territorial partner of nine years or just block him.
I didn’t have to do either last night. Interestingly, his first comment was he was surprised to learn I was a woman. Obviously, he had not read my profile…yet. Because after I answered with I was fine with his surprise. He came right back with how cool it was when he found out I was transgender. Followed with how good my picture looked.
Fortunately, a simple thank you from me and he was gone.
The whole deal brought back so many memories plus a realization I was fortunate to be in a relationship with a partner who accepts me for who I am.