Last night, being the glutton for punishment I am, I became involved in a rather lengthy discourse with a person on Facebook Messenger.
Her profile stated she was a lesbian and her picture showed her to be a very butch one at that.
Very quickly she asked if I was sitting down and told me she was considering a “sex change”. About that time I wondered if she had read my profile at all. She asked if I was a lesbian and I said yes, a transgender lesbian who has been living with my lesbian partner for nine years now.
Then we exchanged pictures and went into the fact she had a doctor’s appointment in Denver in a couple days to determine if she could start testosterone patches. Having a mustache was her goal. I replied I have a very close transgender man friend who has attractive facial hair so she should too.
Surprisingly, the whole conversation went easily until it was time to call it a night and go to sleep. I told her goodnight and turned my phone off.
The real surprise came this morning came when I turned it back on and read her last message…good night “Buddy”. Buddy? Really?
If I ever hear from her again, I will mention how many years it has been since anyone has ever called me Buddy.
If and when she apologizes I might actually ask her what pronouns she prefers I use.
I should also learn never to set my expectations too high. At the least though, I received input for another blog post.