Transgender Day of Visibility and Easter were a perfect match. When I realized they were the same day, I thought how better to be visible than to go to Easter Sunday Mass en femme.
Mass was at 9:30 AM, so I had to get up early to get ready. Shaved, showered, made-up and dressed-up, I was out the door at 9:10 AM for a 10-minute ride to church.
It was chilly, so I dressed for winter, not spring and wore my Venus plaid blazer dress, dark hosiery and Nine West black high heels, the same outfit I wore for my Christmas card photo. I skipped outerwear because I would only be outdoors briefly – between my car and the church.
The church parking lot was very full, but I managed to find a spot in front of the church.
Mass was about to start, so I did not hesitate and exited my car and walked quickly into the church. Inside, I found a seat about halfway down the main aisle next to a couple of middle-aged women (I assume they were mother and daughter).
I did not recognize anyone, but it is not easy to recognize people just seeing the backs of their heads. I am sure there were people I knew in the church having lived in town for over 40 years and being very active in a town civic organization. Anyone I knew would probably not recognize me (girl me looks nothing like boy me), however, they might recognize me as a trans person, so I did my part for trans visibility.
Being Easter, Mass was longer than usual and lasted to almost 11 AM. Exiting church, I exchange smiles with a lot of people and I recognized a few, but they were not people I knew by name – just people I’ve seen around town.
A priest said goodbye and shook my hand on the way out and I was quickly back on the road and back home 10 minutes later.
And so it goes.
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