Hi, everybody! Yes, I was up early again today but after I got all of the frustration and sadness out of me yesterday I had a pretty good night's sleep last night and I'm feeling a little better now. Thank you so much for your kind words and support, I love you all! :-D
Amy K put up a new post the other day, if you haven't read it yet, check it out. In her heartfelt letter to her mother Amy writes, about us, ''They live day to day lives, and you've probably seen some of them and never thought a thing about them. The same way that people may look my way on the street when I'm walking the kids to school, or in a store shopping.'' and she's right. The general public, going about their daily business tends, for the most part, to either not notice us, or not care. They've got places to go and things to do and they see a hundred faces a day.
We, however, seem to have this heightened sense of awareness that I've heard called ''Trannydar''. This is, to a certain extent, a defense mechanism. When you're trans, especially if you don't ''pass'' well, you need to be constantly aware of your surroundings for your own safty. Another effect of this ''Trannydar'' is that often times we can tell if someone is trans just by looking at them. I believe that although there are many more of us out there than anyone realizes, that we are still a pretty small minority and we are always on the lookout for others like us.
I've recently had one of these ''Trannydar'' experiences. It's not the first time that this has happened, it actually happens more often than you'd think considering where I live, usually every couple of months or so. Now before I go on, I know, I know, Wal-Mart bad, and besides, the shoe selection sucks but, hey, I'm on a fixed income, okay?!? But I digress.
About a month ago I was doing some shopping at Wal-Mart and I went over to the cosmetics section to get some new eyeliner. When I walked into the isle I came face to face with an attractive woman who was probably in her mid-late 30's. She was perfectly dressed for a day at the office, which is perhaps where she had been, in a nice pencil skirt, a matching blazer, a pale pink blouse, and a pair of kitten heels. She was tall, very tall, about 6'2'' or 6'3'', solidly built, a bit too solid for a GG, and her jaw was perhaps a bit too square, but a good looking woman all the same. I was almost certain that she was trans. What to do? Blustering on by felt wrong, I wanted to give her some kind of aknowledgement, but you don't run up to someone and say ''Hi, you're trans, aren't you? I love your blouse, where did you get it?''. I opted for a slight smile and a nod of my head and went about my business. I felt that if she were trans she may take that to mean ''I know, I am too, have a nice day.'' I was in my normal, somewhat androgynous presentation that day, so reading me wouldn't have been too hard for someone ''In the know'', if I was wrong and she actually was a GG, it was a brief, non verbal way to say ''Hi''. A win-win either way!