Will it ever Stop?

I was in boy mode, dressed in shorts and a big T-shirt, (No Bra) and I went into the discount club store with my daughter. As I rounded a display, heading for the bakery, I came face to face with a man, who scrutinized me. Head to toe, several times. The look on his face said it all.

Okay, I know. I could be wrong, but in my mind he spotted a tranny and he didn’t like what he saw. To clarify further, my shorts were made for the female gender, but I had an altercation with our muddy dog, and my shorts were dirty. The shirt was old, with holes, so maybe he saw something else.

Then again, with my longer hair that curls in the back and my high forehead, I look a little androgynous. I’ve written before about how people notice a difference in me since I decided to transition. I think that man figured it out. Still, the look on his face pissed me off.

Although I’m working on eliminating my obstinate nature, I looked the guy straight in the eyes and said, “Have you got a problem, sir?” He turned away and nudged his wife to go another direction.

As I said, I can’t know what was in his mind. I’m overweight so maybe it was something else, when are people going to believe their own scriptures. If they believe in Christ, then they supposedly believe the commandment to love all mankind.

Also, you’d think that after a whole life of being the object of ridicule, I would’ve learned to ignore it by now. I thought I was past all of that. Perhaps the soaring summer temperatures are to blame, but he pushed a button.

As a young cross-dresser, reactions to my presentation were everything. Passing was more than whether I did or not. I grew up in a small town. There were laws that threatened to put me in jail for what I did. Consequently, I kept my cross-dressing to my self.

I relived that fear the other day in the discount warehouse. It made me feel like a freak. For a split second, I wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. According to the Bible, differences, no matter what they are, must be tolerated. The Quran, from what I’ve read, is not a manifesto for intolerance either. Although there are excuses for bigotry built into the text of both.

Now, perhaps it’s the subject of a different blog post, but I want to know, when will we get past our western culture prejudice? When will we stop using religion to justify hatred? When will it cease? Whether the intolerant look, the other day, on the man’s face came form his beliefs or not, he really has no right to feel superior to me. Then again, neither do I have that right. I need to love him too. It’s only fair, and that will be the subject for my next blog post.