I have a photo of me looking quite hideous. In it, I am wearing garish colors and obnoxious clothes. I love it, and it is one of the few photos of me that I have posted. It was taken at one of our club annual "What Not To Wear" nights a few years ago. I was unusually creative in my bad dressing -- and I don't mind sharing a good laugh at myself.
I go out in obvious mixed gender a fair bit. No wig (my hair is shoulder length), little or no makeup -- just me going about my business dressed as I like. Do I look like "A man in a dress"? Could be -- people almost always call me "Sir" even when I have full wig and makeup and forms, so it would be unrealistic for me to expect people to think that I am a GG when I am more casual.
I do not take many photos at all, as I am busy living -- busy thinking about what to make for supper, or how to solve a problem for my work, or trying to "wake up" after a hard night's sleep, or just enjoying the sunshine, or cursing my broken nail, or about whether I want to transfer to a different bus route, and so on -- just everyday life.
Should I refrain from posting pictures of myself being myself out in the world on the basis that I didn't spend enough time dithering about what to select from my wardrobe, and didn't spend enough time carefully sculpting my makeup? I know that my wife seldom spends more about 5 minutes picking what to wear for the day, and only puts on lipstick and some blush -- is she "not putting any effort in to it" too?
And who wants to see pictures of me in a skirt and blouse picking out breakfast cereal in a grocery store? That couldn't possibly be of interest to anyone, right?
Except... well, there are people on the site who long to be able to wear what they want in every-day life and just be accepted as a person. People to whom "passing" is not about looking 100% GG or about obsessing about voice or give-away gestures or about watching the "right" TV shows so they will have the right cultural background and knowledge of designers and trends "because women are supposed to know these things". People who would be happy to walk out the door in a skirt, exchange hellos with the neighbor, take public transit over to shop at a deli, stop in a coffee shop for a while, and head back again -- without being hassled and with people who "read" them not considering the situation to be "strange" or "wrong".
To such people, seeing me "out and about" could well be encouraging. I take the long list of "I could never do that because..." and I stuff it in my purse, and just go out. I don't pretend to perfection or even "pretty good": I just go out with my flaws. And it works. Even if I am not much than an example of how imperfect one can be and still be accepted, that too is valuable.