"Why are you telling me?"
I find myself in a strange place in my life.
I've been an out bisexual for a few decades. After a high school career of closeting and hearing my identity used as a slur, I stopped caring and just decided to be me. If people couldn't handle it, then they weren't really my people.
About 6 months ago I came out as bigender. It was precipitated by some very difficult mental health problems that, ultimately, ended my marriage and have left me in a very liminal space at the moment. I'm living with my parents, back in Ontario where I grew up, and reconnecting with old friends back home.
Except I am, 100%, not the Tom who left 11 years ago. Not just internally, but externally, too. I dress in a much more femme way at the moment, and it definitely has drawn some double-takes from people I pass on the street here. If I'm to be honest, I take a sinister little delight in it.
But, from a few people now, I've had a strange response. They say something in the variation of "I'm cool with all of that, I just have trouble with....[insert feminine idea here]." It could be the make-up. It could be skirts. It could be carrying a purse. And I don't think this is intended as a denigration at all. These are people who love me. But I'm not quite sure why they are telling me these things. Like, telling me about the things about my transition that make them uncomfortable. So I keep wanting to ask them "Why are you telling me this?"
Has this happened to anyone else?