As a woman who dresses regularly in a masculine capacity, I periodically experience resistance and animosity, usually reducible to being called a “fucking dyke” and having people threaten to punch me in the face. In my own narrative, I lack the knowledge of being “found out” as a trans man.

I cannot speak to an experience like, say, Brandon Teena’s, although the reactions to his being forcibly outed and penalized with his life echoes the kind of violence which is, again, banal to the way most trans women are being murdered: it’s a cisnormatively-rooted act of spontaneous or premeditated transmisogynistic violence. It underscores the root misogyny of possessing the history of a morphologically female body or feminine articulations of gender.

Such violence you mention, however, ends up being lot less ambiguous and lot less like a time bomb waiting to go off in what disproportionately ends up being semi-intimate and intimate conditions (such as dates with cis men, which might be personal or in the business of sex work).