I don't acknowledge other transgender people. After having a light breakfast with my mother in my hood I went to the local thrift shop where I saw a young transgender woman in her early to mid-twenties. I don't stare but I stole a couple of glances in her direction marveling at her steady calm and comfortable sense of self.
It's what happens when you are spared decades of repression.
She had an assured hippie vibe about her and was as casual as you could be on this very hot day. Not a stitch of makeup that I could detect as she rubbed shoulders with other women her age combing the racks for buried treasure.
I don't acknowledge but appreciate and am very glad for them at a safe distance.
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