If passing is focused around appearance then it inevitably gets built upon steteotypes. One advantage of being old is that decades ago there were not the options that exist today to tempt me and I did not have the money to pursue them even if there were. And I owed my family who had lived with this alomgside me for years so all we wanted was to get over this and become a normal family again.
The focus then was not on putting on an act but on just finally being yourself. As you can only ever successfully transition into the person that you actually are otherwise it will inevitably mean that you are acting a part forever.
Nobody can pull that trick off. And I think social media has turned it even more into a performance and that is so easily spotted whatever the make up or clothes. If you are going flat out every day to mimic your inner fantasy then I can imagine that mask is bound to slip. Authenticity of personality is a harder trick to fake. So those who just are thankful for being finally free of interminable dysphoria since childhood get to move on more easily than those for whom it will always be to a degree a struggle to become that person you are not.
I was offered the option of breast implants on the NHS after my main surgery as a thank you for research I helped in them doing. First thing I did was talk it over with my fiance. We were as good as married - living with his family to save up to buy our own home, having an engagement party and a blessing from a friendly minister - as marriage was not legally possible in the 70s. I had no real desire to go that route as I had had reasonable natural breast growth and was not keen on the thought of something non real there. But he deserved a say too as we were close.
It was not a difficult decision. We both wanted to stay with the me that there was - all be it hormone induced obviously. I have never regretted that.
The focus then was not on putting on an act but on just finally being yourself. As you can only ever successfully transition into the person that you actually are otherwise it will inevitably mean that you are acting a part forever.
Nobody can pull that trick off. And I think social media has turned it even more into a performance and that is so easily spotted whatever the make up or clothes. If you are going flat out every day to mimic your inner fantasy then I can imagine that mask is bound to slip. Authenticity of personality is a harder trick to fake. So those who just are thankful for being finally free of interminable dysphoria since childhood get to move on more easily than those for whom it will always be to a degree a struggle to become that person you are not.
I was offered the option of breast implants on the NHS after my main surgery as a thank you for research I helped in them doing. First thing I did was talk it over with my fiance. We were as good as married - living with his family to save up to buy our own home, having an engagement party and a blessing from a friendly minister - as marriage was not legally possible in the 70s. I had no real desire to go that route as I had had reasonable natural breast growth and was not keen on the thought of something non real there. But he deserved a say too as we were close.
It was not a difficult decision. We both wanted to stay with the me that there was - all be it hormone induced obviously. I have never regretted that.