The first time I spoke up in a meeting in my newly low, quiet voice and noticed that sudden, focused attention, I was so uncomfortable that I found myself unable to finish my sentence. I was in Boston, working with a crew of rowdy journalists, in a body that was sprouting hair and muscle and looked, for once, familiarly male to everyone I encountered. It was the most alien I had ever felt.

 But the room stayed quiet along with me. It was the order of things: everyone in the room waited, men and women alike, for me to open my mouth.

Thomas Page McBee on people listening.

One of the things the greater visibility of trans people–both men and women–is making really, really hard to deny is the reality of the vast gulfs between how men and women are treated, even in ostensibly “progressive” environments.