I grew up with an aunt who was a tranny, and we called her Aunt Bean, she was a long time friend of my mum's. Don't know what her legal name is/was, never learned it, never cared too, she was just Bean to us kids. She was a homosexual transexual. Male to Female. She was, all of my life, a wonderful person and one of the few people I was close to growing up. She even helped me come to terms with my own sexuality once I realized I liked girls. She was a kind hearted, soft spoken, gentle soul with a heart of gold. A person who would give you the shirt off her back, and the last ten dollars in her wallet if you needed it. Seriously, she was an honest to god angel and I never heard a bad thing about her from anyone. Except for the fact she was a cross dressing fag but that's a given. She died of heart complications when I was a teenager. Don't know where she is now, her (adopted) son and her partner (husband) took her ashes and moved out of state. Rest in Peace, Bean, where ever you are.
But god she set the bar so high for me when it comes to trannies and how they should act and how much effort they should put into passing.
Seriously. She dressed appropriately for a woman of her age + with the fashion of the time period. Took the time to get all of her clothing tailored, fitted, and flattering to her figure. Wore a bit of padding to help give herself the illusion of a feminine shape. Professionally had her colours checked to see what complimented her hair/skin/eye colours. She had a personal stylist that came to her house to do her hair, also styled to fit with the times, same for her nail tech. She took private cosmetology lessons just so she could do her own makeup and do it so she looked "natural" as possible. Hell she took lessons from my own nana on how to walk, talk, and act like a lady, Al La Emily Post Etiquette. (In her own words she didn't want to intrude on "Lady Only" spaces so she learned it on her own time and in private.)
She went above and beyond with her effort to actually integrate into feminine society as much as she could without being offensive to female sensibilities. Never intruded on women's only spaces like bathrooms or changing rooms. She understood her own discomfort in her own skin did not trump the fear and discomfort women had around her as a biological male. She also never got upset when people correctly sexed her. Simply kept her head down and kept to herself, and never made a stink about anything. Granted, Bean was a lucky ass twink who stood 5'10 and had a counter-tenor voice so she could realistically pass as a very masculine woman, if she wasn't standing next to the rest of the women in our family. But. She did her upmost best to blend in, live quietly as possible, and not kick up a fuss at all. She just wanted to live her life quietly as a woman and raise my cousin with her husband. My respect for her and her life choices comes from her being a good person more than anything else. She was, at the end of the day, a decent human being and I loved her dearly as an aunt. I can respect people like her who are doing their best to be good people and put the effort in.
So it very frankly pisses me the fuck off that these new age genderspecials, with their fucking lazy ass "I'm a sex doll Barbie looking bitch but I demand you call me a dood." Or the Giant Ass Fridge Shaped Linebacker Hons in a skirt, get all these fucking ass pats for not putting in a lick of effort. Whilst also being demanding, psychopathic, narcissistic, mentally retarded fuckwits who throw a tantrum if you don't immediately correctly gender them, and threaten your entire existence for a minor faux pas that can happen to anyone. I hate them more than anything and they have my disgust, not my respect. I'm not demanding that people mutilate or drug themselves to fit into the mold either, my aunt never had drugs or surgeries, but for the love of god, put some fucking effort into it and be decent fucking people. It's honestly not that fucking hard to just be a decent person. Fuck these trannyfaggots entirely.
These fuckers are spitting on the memory of people like my aunt. People who dealt with their body dysphoria quietly and did not make it other people's problems, and kept to themselves, out of the way, and did not make a stink at all. Now it's everyone's problem and I hate them for it. Though, knowing my aunt, if she was alive today to see the pendulum about to swing back, she would say: "Deserves you all right for being a cunt."
God I miss my aunt. It's been a decade, but I miss her a lot.