Years ago I thought as I made the migration from one gender to another, certain parts of my male past would have to be left behind. One of the bigger ones was my love for sports. As it turned out, I was worrying needlessly about what I was going to pack for my trip and sports were included.
Over the years, I have written endlessly about the experience, beginning with the choice to continue my passion for sports at all - to my first trips as a woman at professional sporting events. First of all, I was being a huge dummy to start with. I looked around at all the other genetic women I knew who were huge sports fans and decided to count me in.
Without going into tons of boring details, being a woman sports fan is different. From the dynamics of how passionate I really was, all the way to how much I was supposed to know all was different to me. Especially when I found myself in a conversation with a man. Being the bitch I am at times, I did have a couple fun times watch a guy dig a hole for himself as I laid in wait for him to screw up. All in fun of course!
Somewhat, in the same vein, I ran across this story from across the pond called "Travels of a transsexual football fan" by Juliet Jacques. The situation is a classic example of finding yourself in a potentially embarrassing situation and how she negotiated it.
Go here to read it.
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