Every Time I Come Out, It Comes Out Different

So, my regular post is still coming on Friday.  This one is just for fun.

A year or so after I started on hormones, I started a transition note-book, and kept a list where I would write down the ways in which I would come out to people.  The list spans lots of years, and are not in any particular order.  I think that I will soon turn these into a song.

• I haven’t been male for a long time.
• I have been on estrogen for a couple of years.
• I’m not male any more.
• I never identified as male.
• I never expected that I would become male as I grew up.
• I always believed that I would grow up to be a girl.
• I am female now.
• I am having surgery soon.
• I had surgery last year.
• I have been on estrogen for many years.
• I am transsexual.
• I am transgender.
• Mom, I’m not male.
• By the time that I met H., I knew this was first date stuff.
• When I started to get muscles, I became extremely distressed.  That is when I knew it was time to find a doctor.
• Dogs think that I am a girl.
• My body chemistry is a females.
• I had the last of my male parts removed last week.
• H. as always accepted me as a girl from the time that we met, 22 years ago.
• I am a woman now.
• Not Mr.,  Ms.
• That’s ma’am.
• I will be starting my next job as female.
• Dr. K. saw about 25 other patients who are trans.
• I had surgery years ago, the year we moved into this house.
• I stopped seeing the CIA spying outside my window, after I started on estrogen.  (this is true … estrogen had a very positive mental effect on me)

You might notice that I like to be obliquely blunt.  Of course, my actual gender identity is way more complicated than these one-liners indicate.  I am confidently yet not stereotypically female.  I am trans.  Depending on many factors, people usually peg me as either butchy woman or gay guy.  I am not Mr., Sir, he, or him.  More about all of that in later posts.