Call me anything you like just don't call me late for dinner.
I'm guess I'm still a pretty dedicated tomboy, however archaic that term is, still with the frogs and the dirt and the jeans and the turning over of rocks. I'm still sort of uncomfortable in a dress and still a little bit tickled if I get misgendered in public. But I'm still also definitely a woman and pretty feminist. And also very supportive of all the trans stuff and of everyone who is still workinng on figuring out the best approaches for everyone. It's messy and it's emotional. But I don't have any problem with both hoping that women exactly like me can continue making progress in getting a bigger share of the social and professional pie (and sure, fancy shoe collecting ladies too), and also feeling like trans women are not the enemy in that particular struggle in general.
I can't bring myself to be worried about the nasty, overreaching trans contingent until I meet one, even one, in real life. There's lots of vile people to be found on the internet. Are they out there in the real world in numbers that make me sit up and pay attention? Well, I meet real actual racists and misogynists and yeah, transphobes, all the damn time. Sllightly fewer people bigoted against gay folks (the ones I run into have mostly switched over to complaining about people with tattoos? Not sure what that's about). I've met exactly one angry socialist and one angry black identity type guy.
I've met none gross trans people.