I bloody love when the lurkers give us waves
Hi (waves) Quick precis, I only came upon this thread because it was trending.
I almost wish I hadn't (not really) because - a. I've been glued and b. consequently there has been no work done hereabouts for several days.
I'm not a stranger to transwomen. Not even in my sheltered little life as a 60+
year old woman living in a rural town. I have a disabled son in supported living. One of his support staff is very obviously a transwoman. S/he is not in a hands on position, but is in daytime charge of the running of the house, allocating shifts, dealing with emergencies (which with autistic adults can come thick and fast or not at all. Depends which way out they are that day).
I know s/he is a man. It is really very obvious. Like the elephant in the room.
Yet for the 10+ years I've known . . .them? it has never ever been mentioned
by any other carers or management. But - it's obvious.
S/he runs the place well and I have confidence in this person.
It has never come up in 10 years that I've had to call them he or she.
I just use their name which could anyway be 'assigned' to either sex.
As a 60+ woman, I also do volunteer till work in a charity shop. One regular
customer comes in summer and winter in frilly cotton frocks with bows in his hair, badly applied lipstick and a wicker basket over his arm. That's his thing maybe. Does he think he's a woman? Does he just want to present as a woman? How do I know? I'm just as friendly and polite to him (or her) as I would be to anyone else. I don't really care either way to be honest. So long as s/he goes away happy with their purchase and I've passed a pleasant time of day with them. That's most of the pleasure of working in a charity shop. Talking to people who are not just rushing in and out for a pint of milk. If you go into a charity shop you are browsing with no purchase in mind. At leisure. So people are in more of mood to chat and pass the time of day. That's my reward.
I love it.
In a charity shop nearby, there is a till assistant who presents as a woman,
but is obviously a man. Male pattern baldness , his height, and , well, just everything. Again, it's really obvious and I wish I knew if any of these men think that because nobody comments mean that they are passing as a woman!
So even in a small country town we older ladies come across this thing called trans. But it doesn't really bother us, we nod and smile.
Until we see the toxicity of Dr Upton. Then we get mad.