I don’t start out looking to talk to just anyone but sometimes a small comment will turn into an exchange and then suddenly blossom into a discussion; and so it was with Michelle this week who is a friendly 66-year-old separated woman living alone in the downtown core.
There we were at the sugar and milk stand dressing our coffees when we struck up a conversation and ended up sitting at the same table.
Michelle lives with her dog and a cat and by her own admission she doesn’t get out much. So after we had finished our coffees she asked if I would like to do this again. So we ended up exchanging numbers and promised that one would eventually call the other.
By the questions she asked and comments she made, Michelle doesn’t know that I am transgender and I am not in any hurry to divulge it. It doesn’t matter because we are two people who may or may not overlap more than a few times and I will cross that bridge when I get there should I ever feel I need to.
There are now many more people who know Joanna who have no knowledge of my transgender status than those who do. This has had the effect of drastically increasing my confidence thus allowing me to be fully relaxed when out in public and has entrenched my transgender identity as something real and tangible.