I will often run into the same people in my neighborhood on walks or I will might see them in the grocery store. The same cashiers serve me and after a while it's routine but in a good way.

Having people not know you are trans is no longer a novelty but simply becomes a normalcy even as I work through the baggage of a large chunk of a life spent denying. People will ask you questions implying you were born female and it doesn't phase me anymore like it used to. It just simply is that way. This morning it was Linda I ran into as she walked on the waterfront and we met face to face and caught up on our lives.

I know there is more work to be done because I can tell, however none is on the physical side. It is all mental.


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