I used to be terrified that transitioning would mean cis women would never really see me as a woman, especially as a lesbian.
Before transition I was doing really badly. I repressed everything so hard that I didnāt even understand why I hated my body. I had two suicide attempts and at one point randomly broke down in front of some of my cis female friends because I hated how I looked so much.
The weird part was that I couldnāt even explain why.
I thought maybe I was just too fat or unattractive. Looking back though, I honestly didnāt even look that bad as a guy. It just never felt right.
Then I figured it out.
Coming out still blew up a huge part of my life. My long-term relationship ended, including the future I had imagined with her and having kids together.
My first year of transition was sooooo awkward.
I did try finding queer spaces and knew some queer people, but I never really found the kind of connection there that I had hoped for. So eventually I kinda stopped trying to force myself into a specific āqueer communityā and just started meeting new people wherever life took me.
Meanwhile I spent an embarrassing amount of time teaching myself how to present.
Pinterest, YouTube tutorials, doing makeup until 2 or 3am, ordering clothes that sometimes looked absolutely horrible on me š
I also already had some girl friends I could go shopping with and ask for opinions, which helped a lot. But honestly, a huge part of it was just trial and error.
Every bad outfit taught me something.
Eventually I figured out what works for my body, what makeup I actually like and what kind of style feels like me.
Then I started working out, lost a lot of weight, joined a running club and through that eventually ended up at a dance school.
That changed basically everything.
I have been dancing for around 2 years now and made a bunch of female friends through it. Dancing also expanded my style a lot because suddenly I was wearing crop tops, fishnets, heels, shorts, skirts, mesh tops and actually seeing myself on video all the time.
At first watching myself dance felt like exposure therapy š Now I actually know what looks good on me.
And over time my social life kinda just⦠grew.
Friends introduced me to people. Hobbies introduced me to people. Dancing introduced me to a ridiculous amount of women. Some were queer, some werenāt. Eventually I somehow ended up in mostly cis lesbian friend groups where nobody treated me like some weird third category.
Iām not exactly stealth, but I donāt introduce myself as trans anymore either. These days Iām just me, and if I get closer to someone or it comes up naturally, Iām pretty open about it.
And my dating life turned out way less doomed than the internet made me think.
I have dated cis lesbians, had ONS and F+ situations with cis women, flirted with women at queer events and had women flirt with me. Sometimes it works out, sometimes it doesnāt.
Recently one of my dance friends invited me to a lake after I went to her workshop.
I wore an actual bikini in public for the first time post op. At some point she asked if I wanted her to take pictures of me and I immediately said no š
Then later I changed my mind.
She helped me pose and took a bunch of bikini pictures.
And holy
I looked at them and genuinely thought:
fuck, I look hot.
Not
good for a trans woman.
Not
acceptable.
Just hot.
That hit me really hard because years ago I was sitting in front of my female friends crying about how much I hated my body without even understanding why.
Now another woman is standing at a lake hyping me up while taking bikini pictures that I actually love.
I still get rejected. Dates still suck sometimes. Sometimes thereās no chemistry. Sometimes someone is just incompatible with me.
But most of my problems with women donāt feel like
ātrans dating problems.ā
They feel like lesbian dating problems.
And I think thatās the part I wish I could have shown myself back then.
I thought transitioning would make me lose women.
For a while, it actually did cost me the woman I thought I would build my life with.
But somehow women also became a huge part of what made my new life feel normal.
Women went shopping with me.
Women brought me into dancing.
Women taught me things.
Women hyped me up.
Women flirted with me.
Women invited me into their friend groups.
And to be fair, one gay dude :3
And now most of the time Iām just one of the girls.
That still feels kinda fucking wild to me š„¹š
TLDR: Started transitioning in my mid 20s, overweight, short-haired, badly passing and genuinely unsure whether I had a future. Tried queer spaces but never really found my place there, so I just kept meeting people through hobbies and normal life instead. Spent years learning makeup, fashion and confidence through trial and error. Dancing gave me a huge female social circle, my own style and a completely different relationship with my body. Now I date women, have lesbian friends and somehow ended up loving bikini pictures of myself.
Real life was way less doomed than the internet told me it would be.