The Difference In How We Are Treated

This isn’t an entry on how differently Trans people are treated, but rather, how we are treated differently based on how we are perceived.

As soon as we’re born, we are labeled.  Boy or Girl.  As soon as we’re born, we are treated differently by almost everyone who will come in contact with us from that point forward.

We see this happen every day of our lives.  As soon as someone realizes they are looking at a baby boy, it becomes full of Tim Allen (Home Improvement) grunts and growls and “That’s the little man!”  If the baby has a strong grip (which they all do, have you EVER tried to get them to let go of your hair or earrings??) anyway, if the grip is strong, and it’s a boy, they person starts talking about how you’ve got a future quarterback on your hands or how they will be able to palm the ball and make some great basketball moves.

When a person realizes that the baby is a girl, even if they just did everything as mentioned above, the voice becomes immediately softer and the compliments are turned to beautiful features and soft skin (again, have you EVER met a baby that didn’t have soft skin???).  They immediately start talking about her future.  How she will melt the boys’ hearts and how she must be a daddy’s girl (which is a true stereotype—I don’t think a dad can help but just be taken with the joy that is a daughter….let’s hope mine feels this way).

Throughout the rest of our lives we are treated based on perception.  There have been several times when I will be treated one way, based on how I am perceived and then treated the polar opposite upon a second study.  I’m not even talking about someone realizing I am trans.  This confusion usually happens when I am in boy mode, which is pretty androgynous.  I am usually taken for a guy and then a girl and then either. (example: walking up the sidewalk as someone enters a store.  They begin to let the door close and then dive to hold it open and then follow that up with whatever reaction once I thank them—it is nice to see that chivalry is not dead, though)

As a woman, I am consistently being talked to with flirtatious inflections and sweet voices.  I’m not saying I am being flirted with, I am totally blind to that kind of thing (or deaf, as the case may be…always have been…if you don’t come right out and say I WANT TO GO OUT WITH YOU, I just don’t pick up on it).  Where I live, women are treated nicer than men.  They just are.  I don’t know if it is an “alpha dog” complex between the guys in a relatively small town, but it is noticeable.  Whenever I have gone to pay for a purchase, as a woman, 90% of the time, guys will offer to let me go ahead of them in line, even if we have the same number of items.  Sometimes they want to continue with small talk, but it’s usually just a nice gesture.

Having been on both sides of this treatment, I have to say that I rather enjoy the way I am treated as a woman.  Now, that might be because it is a feeling of affirmation for me, a feeling of knowing that I am within the boundaries of where I belong (not that there should be boundaries set for men and women, but you know what I mean).

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About Jennifer

She grew up in an Indiana town Had a good-lookin' mama who never was around But she grew up tall and she grew up right With them Indiana boys on them Indiana nights Well, there are partial truths above. Being from Indiana, I did grow up in an Indiana town. I did not have a good lookin mama, but she was always around.'I did not grow up tall, but I suppose I grew up right. I spent lots of time with Indiana boys on Indiana nights. It's because I was one. Still am in some ways. Certainly not in others. My transitional journey has begun. Goodbye to my male self and hello to this wonderfully feminine world in which I was meant to live. At the age of 45, I am beginning my true journey to self and home.
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4 Responses to The Difference In How We Are Treated

  1. I’ve been on hormones for about 1 1/2 years now, so my features are somewhat ambiguous. I always dress like a guy (won’t do otherwise until after FFS), but I still get read as female somewhat frequently, and it’s the little things like you mentioned that clue me in on how someone is interpreting me. For example, a couple of weeks ago, I was going into a building, and an older couple reached the door before me. The man opened the door for his wife, and I expected the man to go through and to follow them in. Instead, the man insisted that I go in ahead of him. I don’t recall that ever happening back in the days when I sported short hair and a goatee 🙂

    • Jennifer says:

      Thank you for reading and commenting. I really love the when I am perceived as female, even when not presenting. It makes me feel “right” and like I “belong”. Which I do. 🙂

  2. I actually find it awkward right now. I’m not comfortable trying to present right now because I still have some obviously male secondary sex characteristics. So, when someone thinks I’m a woman in public, my anxiety rises as I wait for them to figure out that I’m actually not . . . yet. I’ve decided that I won’t make that leap until after FFS, and then . . . full time (finally!).

    By the way, I’ve really enjoyed reading through this blog tonight. I hope you don’t mind the influx of comments 🙂 We’ve actually corresponded a little over at PINKessence. I rarely use that site (just not a big fan), but it led me here, which is a good thing 😀

    • Jennifer says:

      Fantastic. Yeah, I sort of floated away from PE and a lot of the politics going on. I am friends with Chloe on Facebook, so it’s nice to just get her.

      Thank you for reading and I am glad you have enjoyed it. I need to update!!!!

      For me, I don’t correct them. If they correct themselves, I tell them it’s ok, and if I can sense thaqt they are cool, I say a little more. 😉

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