3 - The Trans Army - 2021

I joined the trans army by accident when I came out as a man in 2021. It was clear to me I had been a man all my life and the world said it was ready for me so I came out. It might have been the location where I came out or maybe my age or my attitude but it went down hard and I found myself militant again.

First ones to call me crazy, use this opportunity to say I've lost my mind and say I am no longer safe were the usual suspects, those who growing up would use words like "tom boy" or "unladylike" we will mention them briefly and generally try not to speak of them again on our powerful journey to positivity. The narcissists, "friends" who had been putting me down for the last few decades continued with the usual lines "I don't know who you are" and "this isn't normal", they were of course no where to be seen when help was needed or obstacles were in my way, in fact most of the time, these friends were the obstacles and when they were called out on their behavior they lashed out with the usual "you are only doing this to make me look bad" or "you are just too manly". So to those negative and unhelpful, unloving friends we say good bye.

While at my local redneck bar the bartender calls me sir, in the real world I found myself in arguments over and over with "friends" who would say things like, "you will always be a woman to me" and "you are not a man, you are a trans man".

Even in places you would expect some support I would hear comments like "well you never know these days".

I tried to join my community, after all, we seem to be big in the news these days with our very unpopular agenda but I couldn't find us.

I joined a few Facebook groups but these were all for actual transitioning kids, questions about testosterones, hair treatments (adding and removing) and operations. I tried to make the point that I was not transitioning, I have come to terms with my body and did not plan on installing a dick and will consider removing my boobs when someone does it for free. The backlash I got from the "community" was swift. Must have body dysphoria to participate, they said, must try to pass as your new chosen sex, they said, passing is an achievement we trans should aspire too, they said. Complements on your figure, your hair and face and your ability to pass are expected so its a great place to prep some posses for your next dating app or only fans shots.

I have given thought to plastic surgery, running in high school was a little bit more of a challenge with the extra pound bouncing on your chest and once a month try to schedule tests and important events around the bouts of extreme pain you may or may not be able to predict their arrival.

But having the option to change any feature in my body, why would I focus on those less seen?

While I look back at my life growing up as a child in the streets of my neighborhood and try to consider how I would have reacted to the option of choosing to switch my sex I probably would have been perplexed at the offer.

The problem with the features I was assigned at birth was not so much accepting and tolerating them, the problem has always been with the way they are reacted too and treated to by those who don't have them.

If I'm smart and I have boobs, don't put me down because I have boobs so that you can get ahead of me.

So to be treated equally, I don't need to change how I look, you need to change how you see me.

At this point in my life, just like confronting a narcissist, it is futile for me to try and change how you see me, but maybe those on the sidelines, those who are still undecided, they will see my side or at least another side of me, the angry trany, the grany, or the mad-nan, the angry grandparent. No, I'm not a grandparent yet (unless you count kittens) and I hope to keep it that way for a while. But I do I identify as one, Yelling to make America great again, but not like that, and treat everyone equally, but not like that. Always complaining. About the things that are changing and the ones that are not changing fast enough.

At this point in my life I don't care if you see me as a sexy cougar or an old lady, all I need from you is a little respect. Listen to my words and what I've been through, stop looking at my boobs, unless you can listen to what they are saying.

So that is how I became a general in the trans army. You missed that part? Its because there isn't one, so I'm it, I claim the title, general of the trans army. Open to all, join me. You can call me sir.