Sneaky!

Let’s talk about stealth.

On the 4th of July, you get together with a lot of people, a lot of family. For a transsexual who is mostly in the closet, that means you have to be careful. I’ve had to watch what I wear, what I say, and how I act for the past day or two.

This is really important when you’re, say, dining with your two conservative Christian right-wing grandparents.

I really don’t ever see myself telling them, no matter how far I transition. As far as they know, I’m their nice little grandson who’s going to give them nice little grandkids someday. They’re of a different era and of a different belief system than I am. Telling them would just make everything worse. They’d be judgmental or mad, I’d be ostracized and sad, not to mention a terrible poet.

Seriously though, there are some people who just don’t need to know about me. It’s going to give them a lot more peace of mind if they just keep on thinking that I’m an ordinary grandson. That’s why I don’t protest when they make conservative comments or say I should cut my hair (past my shoulders now!) or try to talk religion with me. Staying the way they expect me to be and not giving them attitude just works better.

Of course, they’ll probably live for a few more decades, what with medicine being as wondrous as it is these days. Hopefully within that timeframe I’ll have gotten on hormones at the very least, gotten surgery at the most. So, the way I see it, I have two options:

1) Never see them again after that point

2) As a transitioned MTF, become a FTM around them.

Well played, Irony. Well played.