Boy is he, she, it - so full of herself. And they usually don't know when or how to stop, either.
This whole theater around trans women on the public stage, reminds me of secret thrills and longings of the (lower) human ego - wanting to be seen, licked and admired, preferably all the time in the center of the spotlights. Kind of like being stuck in an oral phase for the rest of their lives (so it feels and looks like to me). Sure, I get it - It really is fun when you do it among friends sometimes, you know. From the perspective of playfulness and goofiness, whatever.
But when this charade it becomes dominating, out of alignment and permanent - it also becomes cheap, predictable, devalued and watered out. As if every Diva wants to own the world; the infantile desire of being kings and queens. You'd become the tiny sand grain, a temporary amusement, circling around their centerstage, their universe.
Gosh, now what - and what then ? Is that how they grow old and die ? Isn't there nothing else to live for ? And the weirdo who proclaimed in an earlier entry, that we gotta respect her and them... Well, show me that you are worth to earn respect, b. And by force you certainly will not gain any respect - not with that snarky bitchy attitude.
What I have seen so far publicly, it doesn't impress me at all. Maybe she should apply for a job in a whorehouse as Dominatrix instead.