Although it was a perfect day to go outside and test drive some cars, I ended up staying indoors until it was time to go to game night.
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One thing I've noticed at game night is that the people there always refer to me as SHE. That's very important, as they know I'm transgender. Whether or not I go for radical surgical alterations to my body or not is a minor issue with this group of friends. People there are comfortable with the idea of being transgender, and just accept me as a normal person.
Even with being accepted, being the oldest person in the room does make me feel odd at times. I am not good at games that require a lot of strategical thought - I might be more of a tactician than a strategist. But I enjoy going there because I enjoy the company of younger people. And that's something that will likely keep my mind active as I get older.
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With all of the above being said, I had a troublesome thought come to mind. What would happen when people who only know Mario meet people who only know Marian? I'd no longer be around. But I'd hate to see people freaked out because I lived on both sides of the gender coin.
