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51 Today is a day like many other days before it.Today is another day in the life of this single, African AmericanTransgender woman’s everyday existence. And today, like most other days, I am making every effort just to fit in. I just want to fit into a world of gender biased bathrooms, culturally incompetent office workers, uneducated police officers, intolerant family members, sex crazed admirers and lots of folks who just don’t get it. My goal today (again) is to wake up and nobody notice me.Well, I don’t want to be invisible; I just don’t want to be NOTICED. I would prefer to just be seen. I prefer being seen for who I am rather than noticed for what I am.This means that I want men and women just to see me as“that really smart lady over there”. And I want men to say things like,“Wow she’s got a phat brain!”Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy an occasional compliment on my statuesque physique and my kissable lips, but I am much more to that.We are all much more than what people see. As a transgender woman, I have had the great fortune of crossing gender lines. My unique experience has allowed me to function as a boy child and as a young man. I saw the world from the male perspective and I was privy to the phenomenon of male privilege. I dated girls (insert laugh track) and learned to shave. And then I found that magic elixir named Estrogen and my life changed forever! I’m blessed to have attended college, transitioned on the job and have several fulfilling long term relationships and even an ex husband.The woman that I am is due in large part to who I used to be. And for that I’m grateful. All these truths have led me to where I am today. I’m heartbroken, lovelorn and horny. I’m also reasonably sane, determined and eternally optimistic. I hope when you see me that you see all the things that I am. I hope you see that I am just like so many of my sisters. I hope you see through all the rouge and eyelashes and waste trainers and hair extensions that we are much more alike than we are different. We are all just trying to be seen and not noticed. ANOTHER DAY TRANSGENDER WOMAN.BYTORI COOPER URBANSOCIALITES.COM IN THE LIFE OF THIS SINGLE, AFRICAN AMERICAN