The Bahamas is the first place I’ve been in a long time where I wasn’t visibly out as trans.
Yes, I was shirtless with top surgery scars, but as I said in my instagram post last week, I was really the only person concerned with those it seemed. Instead I was just this guy, who had some sort of accident or surgery or something. Maybe a guy who got the very shitty luck of breast cancer who knows.
But literally in a conversation with this amazing awesome Lesbian couple who was there on their honeymoon, they told me, “Oh I don’t know why, we just didn’t put two and two together, I didn’t know you were trans”