I have nothing against head-turning.
OK: i don’t attract it on account of my blonde, buxom beautifulness. More, its a thing of disjunct: i stand out from the crowd, not necessarily because i am trans, but simply because my appearance is not standard.
I am tall. Almost willowy. There is the ambiguity that screams out from all my gender markers. I am going to attract attention in much the same way as anyone, short, tall, fat, thin, bald or hirsute is going to attract attention.
Because i am momentarily surprising. People glance at me. I don’t see that as rude: its pretty much instinctive; a quick checking-out and then, at times, there is the follow-up gaze, when you think i’m not noticing, but actually i am.
This all seems to fall within pretty normal social convention.
What does not is the stare i got this morning from a young man at Charing Cross. He walked past me and clearly something in my appearance caught his eye…so as he walked past, he swivelled and, not some swift checking-up-and-down and on, but full-on eyes-roving-over-body for a couple of seconds.
That was unpleasant, i thought. And then, a couple of yards past me, he turned and did it again, only longer.
Huh? That is so seriously rude. I get that i must have spooked him: shaken his monday morning certainties. But i am not a freak: not here as public service or entertainment.
All too quick, sadly. Another second, and he’d have got an earful. I do not appreciate being “appreciated” like that.
The only question i have, i guess, is: what on earth goes through the minds of these increasingly rare, rude idiots?
If anything at all.