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Hi,
I would think for and of myself, that names corresponding to all the transgender persons and everyone else I meet would be easy, as after all I am a transgender woman.
However, my Agender friend, it still took awhile for me to adapt. Interesting. Also, almost all of the transgender men I meet, are no problem for me as almost all of them in town here are on hormones, and they have facial hair and deep voices, with some of them being indistinguisable to me, from male bodied persons born, untransgendered.
I find it interesting, that even I have to work at the gender thing even in that community of which I am a member.
What really helps is clues, after they tell me their name. The ones who cannot afford transition, or their health does not permit it, I work the hardest on, but they are also the ones that for me spur the most amount of concern.
I can still see the fingernail polish on the hands of an otherwise outwardly appearing male. She, in this case made my life ever so much easier, as I was in there talking to all of them. As the evening went on, in this Trans Only Friday Night meeting in Portland Oregon, with perhaps 20 to 30 people there, she was ever so naturally feminine in all her ways. But, the finger nail polish really helped me.
I liked the angry Agender person. He was so upset at the start of the meeting, and by 2/3rds he had totally calmed down, as he realized that attacks on his personage are normally only done by people with a very special background. It took her/him/neither a while to process the early information, but as I watched, soon knowledge took over and calmed him/her/neither.
My favorite, but also hard person there was this rather striking and beautiful woman. She was sort of leading the conversations although there was therapist there who was not her. I was there to handle a Suicide Emergency Remotely, and just rushed up from Corvallis to get there. It seemed to help, and the person who was thinking about killing herself, was told and then I left, that I was attending a meeting of her peers, in proxy. She is fine now, but as the meeting was over, I asked to talk to this rather cis-gendered woman.
Nicely I got to ask her, why she was in the meeting. I meant why are you here looking so cis-gendered, when everyone else is transgendered. "I am not cis-gendered. I am here to let people know just how succesful you can be, if you try. Here is a picture of me two years ago."
I refused to look at it at first, and when I did I hated it. Soon though, her point was made, at one time she too suffered more. She still had that female thing going on, where you can find fault with your own looks all of the time, no matter what you look like. We discussed some of that, and she was wrong in her own self assessment.
I have to be kind, and ask, even in my own group of people. To be kind, seems to be the issue at hand. To love the other person, rather than loving myself, is the issue, it seems to me. At least that is what I am allowed to do now, I am allowed to not see or feel myself emotionally when, I am in the presence of someone else, who needs me. I hope that will always be the case. It wasn't once. I did not like those years, before that change also.
LOVE,
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