I met a transgendered person today. He bowled into the archives and said hello to me. After a few minutes of following the conversation I worked out who he was and recalled about what I had been told of his history (or histories). I hadn’t been introduced to him, although I suspect we may have met before. I observed him and decided that while he had a few remaining feminine characteristics, they were no more than any gay man or ‘straight blokes’ that I have met. If I passed him anonymously I would have thought of him as nothing more than a short stocky man. His tie, on the other hand, could have invaded Poland.

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