Initially, I had problems calling myself a “woman”; but I knew immediately that I was a girl! 😊🌈🐰❤️

In time, “woman” became natural. That’s how I see myself today, although I know I can’t prove it and I don’t try to cram it down other people’s throats. It still bothers me when people refer to me as a man, but I don’t start climbing the walls until it happens several times within a brief span. It doesn’t happen often, anyway – although it did just happen yesterday. I was at the grocery store speaking with customer service, and when she called her supervisor she repeatedly referred to me as a “gentleman” or “he.” What part of the breasts, blouse, long hair and purse don’t you understand? Whatever you think of me, you must realize I want to be treated as a female. Sheesh!

For that part of my life when I lived as a man (hack ptui), I was a skirt-chaser; and when I came out to myself that didn’t change – for about two years. I had a dramatic awakening in that department, and I suspect the estrogen may have had some input there. Of course, I always knew I had a few inclinations in that direction; I just never followed up on them. Anyway, back in the day, I preferred the word “transbian”; it simplified things, because, I, too, felt I was invading spaces by calling myself a “lesbian.” OTOH, it’s possible I was simply terrified of being pursued by angry women in Birkenstocks.

Thanks for posting! Loved reading it.