I count myself as an understanding person, trying to feel how difficult certain things are for other people. I see that cis people have been brainwashed with the so-called gender-binary and they are used to believing that what they knew/know is the truth, so a change such as reflected by our sole existence is difficult for them. I know that. And I tried to understand that. I gave them time to adapt, to adjust and to learn. I offered them my time to answer questions (if in asked in good faith). Some used that time to learn, to inform themselves and to realize that I, I. Celeste Aurora, represent some freedom that they all craved for all their lives. They saw the gender-binary for what it is, a lie. They accepted me and with that they saw how much more beautiful their life can be. The others? Those who tried to put all the burden on me? I stopped caring about them. I stopped worrying what they could think. I stopped talking to them. In fact, I just cut off all ties. People who see the truth in front of them but can't be bothered to inform themselves and put all the burden on others aren't worth my time. There are other people, people who love me for who I am, and who don't care what I am - these people are the ones who I am using my time on. And no, I really don't care "how close" we were before I came out - if you can't do the minimum to learn about us trans people to realize that all we want is to live as our true selves - then, you can go ... Whatever! I don't even care what you can go and do, I really don't! (Context? No context)