Sometimes it's really nice to pass as cis.
Step-sister of my step-cousin, I don't know whether you're cis or trans, you don't need to know for me. We can have other conversations instead, like how weird and gross and funny a cake made entirely of meat would be.
But it can also be very nice when someone knows and is normal about it, the whole cis lesbian cousin "it's weird that [other relative] lives in florida that's not a place you can go to" conversation where she admits she could go, she just doesn't want to.
