I hadn't seen him in person in a few months until today (he lives about an hour away) and he's grown his curly undercut into a bob and had it straightened. My heart sank the moment I saw him and sure enough, after we killed a bottle of wine he told me he's realised he's non-binary at least and probably, actually, a woman but that he's going to see how it goes and is on a waiting list for a gender clinic. And before anyone jumps on me, he told me that his pronouns are still he/him for now.
He was - is- such a delightful weirdo, never seems to give a fuck what anyone thinks. Makeup when he feels like it, mad gorgeous charity shop outfits, tall, beautiful, looks like a gingery young rupert everett, and probably the only genuinely down-the-middle bisexual man I've ever met. We'd talked about it before and he always said he was happy as he was - a man - but it looks like that's changed now.
He's one of my oldest, dearest friends, and I will call him what he asks me to call him and change the pronouns I use when/if I'm asked to but I'm just sad that there doesn't seem to be room for fabulous men in vintage furs and eyeliner anymore. I reached peak trans a while ago (thanks to a TRA who bullied their way into and tried to take over a professional group I ran) and I'm definitely gender-critical, but still in the closet about it. It feels different now that it's someone that I love and care about who is 'transitioning' but if anything my gender critical views are stronger now. I am considering telling my friend how I feel, but I'm not sure yet if it's worth the risk.
Anyway. Have any of you had any close friends/family decide to 'transition'? If you're gender critical/radfem, do they know? How did they react?