doberbutts:
doberbutts:
Having a conversation and hug with a 50+ year old nonbinary butch who just got top surgery and has never had a conversation with another transgender person before, and they told me with tears in their eyes that they waited 50 years for their happiness and never once did they think they would meet someone like them and I just
We’ve always been here. We’ve always been here.
Can you imagine? Living over 50 years and never once having a conversation with someone like you? Living over 50 years and it’s someone 20 years your junior that you come out to for the first time? That the first time you say “I’m transgender” to someone other than the mirror, it’s to a person you’ve known for maybe a couple months? I said to them, I understand you are closeted, and I won’t out you, but when it’s just us what do you want me to call you? And they said, the same as you were, but in here (touch chest) I’m [name, pronouns].
And then they said, it is good to know you. I’m glad we met. We have a new bond now.
And I told them, when I was a child, people like you were my heros. I wished I could be butch because that was me, except I never had interest in girls. And they said, I understand, because when I met my first butch, everything made sense in that instant to me too.
Can you imagine? Being more than 50 years old and happening to find someone who sees *you* for the first time?
We’ve ALWAYS been here. We just couldn’t find each other, before.
(via ink-and-teeth)