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I tapped out my annual #transdayofvisiblity work post while standing on a street corner in the rain. It was exceptionally easy this year: all my thoughts are right at the surface.
It drives home how much passing is really a proxy for safety: I don’t mind being clocked in SF, because I know it’s not likely to end in an assault. The same can’t be said when I’m bouncing around my hometown, where I feel safest when I’m unnoticable.
I live in SF. There are advantages and disadvantages to that. One thing I learned after FFS is that, despite my size, I pass pretty consistently when I travel. The same is not true in SF, where us trans folk are such a common sight that pretty much anyone can pick us out of crowd.