As someone who is trans, I have learned the importance of adapting.

We will adapt.

There’s a strange injustice in the fact that those of us who consider ourselves trans have to continually make adjustments for everybody else. We all know how much we worry about our family’s reaction to this side of ourselves. We worry about what others will think.

As a result, we make adjustments and accept that we have to do so, mostly for the benefit of others. There is a temptation to resent this and to push back against it. The trouble is, no one wants to hear an argument from an angry trannie about how badly society has treated us since time immemorial.

Historically, the first noteworthy trannie who decided to make a fuss about the status quo was likely Joan of Arc, and that didn’t go well. As Sylvester helpfully pointed out hardly anyone burned at the stake for wearing clothes for the opposite sex went on to re-offend.

I think one of the greatest aspects of this journey toward the distant star of femininity is that it forces us to become more accepting, and more forgiving of others. We simply have to in order to function in society being who we are. In its way, that may be one of the most feminine characteristics of all. As we learn these hard lessons we find ourselves adapting and bringing these qualities into our lives.