Went out for groceries, including a couple 5-gallon water jugs. At the checkout, the lovely person at the register says Hi ma’am, pretends not to notice my 5 o’clock shadow that my makeup has for hours failed to hide, tells me she loves my bracelet, and then tells the young men helping bag items to “help this nice lady with her water”.
I’ll be hanging onto that. She was an angel.
Share your stories too, however seemingly silly or gloriously gargantuan!
Had a man go out of his way to open a door for me as I left a store today and not like a he was already walking in as I was walking out kind of thing. He was sitting at a table nearby and got up and opened the door for me. That’s the first time that’s happened and made me realize that I’m definitely unprepared to be getting attention from men lol
But I just love when people are nice. I remember every time early in my transition when someone gendered me correctly or just went the extra step to let me know they were cool and I was safe and seen.
I went out to update my ID in boymode today. There were some administrative trouble with categorisation of documents, and when the clerk that I was talking with got help she referred to me as “This young lady” and I had to try not to melt at the desk. I’m still smiling thinking about it most of the day later.
Relatively new hrt, basically nothing else. The other week, when i was at my lowest point in a while, i put on an outfit i love to try and feel better. For the first time ever, that day when i was down heavy in my feels, a cis woman noticed my transpride converse and a couple other aspects of my outfit and just sat gushing over it for a good 3 minutes telling me how cute it is and the whole outfit works so well. It felt so gd good, that one act of kindness was everything to me that day. I love moments like these for our community ♥️
3rd day homeless in Seattle while getting ice for my estradiol stash a guy came up to me. He said “Hey, sister. Could you spare some so I can get a pre-roll?” I told him I couldn’t and was homeless. He looked at my whole life in my car and said “My bad, sis.” gave me bones and walked back to the gas station wall. I am a cinderblock transsexual. I do NOT pass. I knew I was finally where I needed to be. I been thru hell for a while since and I cry every time I remember.
Hey sis, you’re gonna make me cry! I hope you’re in a safer spot now.
im not yet but i will be. I’m in no-barrier transitional housing rn. I’ll be on cap hill before fall tho. if you’re in the PNW it would be nice to hang out. you’re hot as fuuuuck and from your posts, rad AF too. a ray of fuckin sunshine.
My partner, while I am sitting in the car with them and notice them look intently at someone on the street: Huh, I thought that was you for a sec
Me: [that person is not my AGAB] Ohhhh rlyy?
AGAB, assigned gay at birth
Doctor: yes, this one is a homosexual, I am sure of it 😌
(Don’t mind me I’m just being silly :)
assigned gaston at birth. no one genders like gaston.
one of my most beloved affirmations of hell was this:
last year in summer, i (mtf 35-ish) was pre hrt, but have already had some laser sessions. so i was having a shitty day but decided to joun my transfem group. i was having a 0 fucks, 0 effort day, put on grey pants and a rather colourful shirt. i put my hair in a hair clip i had laying around. and headed out, boymoding. i used to wear exactly that fit for years before hatching day.
i went to the group meeting, and took the bus home. some drunken guy enters the bus, fixates me and asks:
- “you used to be a guy, don’t you?”
- “what?!”
- “yeah, you used to be guy!”
i don’t remember how i ended this discussion. he obv. tried something very transphobic, but it felt so good, that in this 0 effort day, i kinda passed (as transfem)? i am still puzzeled.
Yesterday, i was at the hospital waiting for someone I love. Like 6h wait. I had no phone no nothing to help me cope with my ADHD. Between my restless legs and me trying not to fall asleep. No make-up, couldn’t shaved my beard that day… I can finally put that into word. I’m pretty sure I have ADHD now and it makes sense. I just can’t help moving or just trying to focus on something (sensations through fingertips, skin and all… Let’s get back to the topic.)
Anyway in the end everything was fine but while I waited. I was asked “ça va ma belle” by another woman (“are you alright beautiful?”) Would be the closest thing literally but probably would translate it like ( “are you alright love?”) In a friendly manner.
And she asked me about my transidentity and other stuff just a curious person (I saw her wrists with scars and could guess she had probably a heavy past). Anyway it was nice to find someone so friendly and gendering me accordingly at this moment when I was stressing a lot.
