TG Women, How your experiences in public feels like ? ?

It depends on where you are. In my small home town I don't dare express myself fully. In bigger cities, though, sure. If someone looks, let them.

 

I've had nothing but positive experiences minus the one time I was yelled at for being a big bitch (IE wearing heels while being 6'1 in the first place, but at least I was a woman).

I get properly gendered and other times people come up to me to tell me how pretty I am or that they respect and are proud of me.

 

Honestly, transgender women, I think you guys (gals) are some of the bravest things I"ve ever seen in human society. Don't know how you have the courage to dress as your true gender in public. It's hard enough on the days when I'm feeling trans and I don't have the courage to do it. Rock on.

 

Thanks, Foxfeather, you rock on too friend. :music:

 

I've been increasingly working on going full-time... I can't at work yet because of the stupid name-change thing and my bar license, etc but when I go out, I'm at a solid 80-90% en femme, I'd say.

I've had a mix of reactions. On one side: the awkward looks on the street, to the repeated sideways glances across a bar, the looks and the the quick whisper in the ear of the friend who also looks... Yeah. Seen 'em.

On the other side, I've seen smiles, and "hi's" and doors being held open, and longer looks that were definitely not judgy. As oogly as they were, they were kind of nice in a weird way.

LadyLikeDream, I think you hit the nail on the head when you said:

Boom. These people who give us the evil eye or sideways glances... Screw 'em. Their opinion doesn't matter in the slightest, in the truest sense. Sure, it feels good to be accepted, but why let these ignorant d-bags ruin our day.

I say, own it. Walk with confidence and pride. Sashay your butt like that street is yours and flirt with the bartender.

As Queen Bey says "Who runs the world? Girls."

 

Some people give me long looks. But those have almost always resulted in no comment or if it was a comment it was "you're so brave" or "I respect you" or stuff like that.

There was only one time someone ever called me out was a foreigner (she had a thick Russian accent). She whispered "I think that's a man", in an elevator I was in. I heard it and turned around and glared at her so fucking hard. She tried not to look at me and her husband cowered behind her. The rest of the elevator was like "ooooh shiiiit it's going down".