glumshoe:

I remember when wearing men’s clothing felt daring and deviant – like something i had to apologize or ask permission for. I had to find excuses to chop my hair off or to wear a tie. I was worried what people would think whenever I left the house. I remember my mother begging me, only three years ago, to change into something else, anything else, rather than wear a suit to a wedding (”I’m not ready for people to know about you,” she said, when I stared her down and adjusted my tie).

Now? It’s as normal as breathing.