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It's a thin line

Between masculinity and femininity. The differences between the two are not very definite. I started to realize this at the library. At work, I don't usually get called any pronouns. I guess most people don't know what I am until I start talking But if they do, it is usually ma'am or her. And I usually get called ma'am usually about 5-8 times a day working with the public. (I'm not anal for knowing this number. I'm conducting an experience surrounding pronouns). Anyways, I usually leave the top button of my button downs open, but that day I decided to button it up. Not once did I get called ma'am or her. People didn't use any pronouns with me. Now I'm not saying that because I buttoned up my top button that it changed people's perception of me as appearing female, but it did get me thinking about the differences between masculinity and femininity. The line between the two is very thin and fragile. Think about it. Women, go get some men's clothing from the Goodwill and don those for a day out in public. I'm pretty sure you will get called sir at some point. (Especially you all with short hair cuts). And men, put on some women's clothing and see what happens. While I have heard it is harder for men to "pass", I have seen quite a few men in drag that could have gotten it. Basically I'm discovering that masculinity and femininity are not solid concrete aspects and vary depending on who you are talking to and who you interact with. For example, I was helping a Hispanic guy in the library yesterday. His English was broken and my Spanish was broken, but we worked together to get the information he needed. But his interaction with me was very much like a dude. Now that I think about it, I believe he was using masculine pronouns nouns when referring to me. Now I just did some research and you use the masculine version of a Spanish word if the gender is unknown. Either way, he interacted with me differently from what I am accustomed to being referred to as female.
You may say that "If masculinity and femininity is so undefined, then why transition?" Which is question I asked myself. I came to the conclusion that because it is so undefined is the reason why I believe I can and should transition. If a simple tweak of my hormones and a possible surgery  will allow me to live fully in my own skin, then that is what it takes. Now I'm not trying to minimized the process of trans people. It is tough. It's a hard road.You loose people. For some, you have to "come out" all over again. The road through transition isn't easy, and that is me speaking from just going through therapy.  What I am saying is that it shouldn't be so hard on the bases that masculinity and femininity are not clearly defined. One can flow fluidly between the masculine and the feminine quite easily. The burliest man, with enough exercise and the right vitamins can become a very attractive feminine individual through time(do some research on natural transitioning if you don't believe me). 

I know some people may agree or disagree with me. Just my thoughts on the matter.

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