I was visiting my sister the last few days, and the visit included a dinner party. A few friends, and lots of wine. My sister told me beforehand that I would love Terry, as he is very attuned to his feminine side. Ok. My sister just treats me as one of the girls, so she had never mentioned to Terry (or anyone else for that matter) that I am trans.
In walked Terry, OMG, a tall, gorgeous man, stylishly androgonously dressed, and in makeup. He is both at once, strikingly handsome, and exotically beautiful. He paused during our introduction, and gave me a long once up and down, and I could see that he recognized me as trans.
We hit it off right away, he had just returned from photo safari in Africa, and he showed me his ipad photos. My impression of him (and we all have first impressions) was- very gay, effeminate man.
During dinner, amid much laughter, great stories, and the loud commeraderie that accompanies a perfect dinner party, my sister misgendered me....pregnant pause...she turned all red, and apologized to me. My transness is not a secret, but she just doesn't do that. I said, light heartedly, "OK, cat's out of the bag, I'm transgender". The conversation turned to my transition, and I answered everybody's questions, and somebody said to Terry, "What do you think of blah, blah, as a gay man"? Terry thought for a moment, and answered "Funny, I've never thought of myself as a gay man, I've only ever thought of myself as a woman, but I have never said that out loud in my entire life." Well, the conversation took a full turn. Why had he/she not transitioned? Why not present female? How did he/she deal with 63 years of being the wrong sex? It was almost weird NOT being the center of attention in a conversation about gender.
Dinner hit the five hour mark. We all became close friends, and after dessert, and yet another bottle of red, it started breaking up.
As we were saying our 'goodnights' Terry asked if we could get together some time, as he/she had a million questions. Honestly, he/she had never once talked to someone else about gender issues.
I feel honored that Terry wants to open up to me. He/she has clearly found a comfort zone, genderwise, even if it defies the binary.
Should be a fun coffee date.
N.B. I usually never use the term he/she, and I am not using it as a label here. I would hate to be called a he/she. However, I've used it as a gender neutral pronoun to describe someone so far out of the gender binary that common pronouns do not fit.