For the past 2 weeks, I have been in a wonderful, comforting (and a little embarrassing) bubble of support! Yesterday the outside world burst the bubble - in a overt way.
I was invited to a 94th birthday party for "B" a friend of 47 years. He is normally a homophobic, transphobic person. "B" has seen me with nail polish, earrings, and pony tail in public with no issues. His son, and a supposed ally teamed up to revoke my invite - to a public place "come all" birthday lunch "because of my lifestyle". For many years I was "B"'s only support, his only friend (despite our viewpoint differences).
My remedy was to take "B" to lunch that morning dressed in DRAB. He was effusive, thankful and very present during the entire lunch. Only later did I find out that the 'ally' had revealed to "B" that I am trans, and whipped up fears I would show up in a dress and makeup. Sigh. So despite their best efforts at mischief, it went really well.
I easily identified the "ally" BTW - he took actions that he was in a unique position to do, exposing his identity. I feel bad to lose a supposed friend of 33 years, a avowed "ally", a person I have helped out a lot over those years.