I often said that if I had a choice, I’d rather be respected than liked.
That sure sounds like the motto of an iconoclast.
What does it feel like to be liked, to be one of the crowd? I’m pretty sure I don’t know. But I do know what it feels like to be not respected, to be thought of as stupid.
As a girl, though, being liked seems to be a key factor. Popularity, rah-rah.
And as a tranny, well, not being respected seems to be very, very easy.
That’s one reason why I care that people understand, because that’s always been my tranny defense, offering context, even as other trannys chose other defenses. TBB, for example, chooses to be entertaining.
I was an indvidualist, and I know how to not want everyone to like me. But as woman, I have a different view on that without the chops to change, and as a tranny, I fear being disrepected as a clown or a pervert.
And that’s hard.