A few days ago I returned from a week-long biking trip with some members of the local cycling team. I pretty much forgot about dressing last week since everyone was in uber-male (think Tim Taylor from “Home Improvement”) mode. It made for a great balance. Anyhow, by the end of the trip, my ride had enough salt and sand to require a thorough cleaning. Tonight, I decided to dress in a tasteful, but less than age-appropriate manner, and clean the bike off at the local car wash.
Being late, I didn’t think there would be many people around. I was right --- at first. I had just finished the task when I noticed a car pulling in two stalls down. No problem. I was in the process of loading the bike back on the car when a voice behind me said, “Ma’am, I….”. When I turned around I was facing a teenage girl. She paused for a second, then continued, “Do you have change?”. Having loaded up with a pocketful of quarters before leaving home, I was able to help her out. She thanked me and returned to her group of friends, some of who had stepped around the corner. Yes, I was busted alright. I just waved at them, got back in the car and left.
I had to drive around for a few minutes before going home to sort out the odd mix of emotions that the whole episode generated. Embarrassment was certainly part of it. More than that, however, was a sense of relief that it had finally happened and it wasn’t the end of the world. Granted, I’m sure they had a big laugh on me once I left, but I didn’t freak anyone out. Whether or not I am accepted as a CDer is less important to me than being understood to be a non-threatening person who just has some unique characteristics.
I feel that many times CDers and transgendered persons in general are viewed as dangerous elements at best and perverts at worst. There are plenty of examples of the latter in what society deems is the “normal” population without affixing the label on us. Unfortunately, based on some the comments that Stef overheard at the mall, it seems there are still a lot of prejudicial opinions held by otherwise intelligent people. Ah, well. Enough of the soapbox. Goodnight, ladies!
Angie
Now I'm happy for you. 
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