Atypical Trans Late Bloomer

I've had a medical problem for the last five years. It's an effect of having diabetes for 40 years. It leaves me wanting to be near a city with a medical complex. But I live out in the sticks. Hillbilly country. God, guns, guts. So I drive to my doctors. Sometimes it's a two-hour drive. I like where I live. I like my doctors. So I live with the drive. This last week my driving has been sloppy. I wonder if my driving days are about to be over. It really screws my decision to live here if I can't reliably drive. I am invited to Virginia, where I have family but it is not a trans-friendly state. I really don't want to move into those politics. Trans decision making is more complex.

I've never had long hair. Much more of a man's military haircut. That's how my father (the cop) wore his hair, although he dirt flirt with the Dry Look in the early 1970's. I've been on HRT for three years. I've been letting my hair grow for those years. I have a buzzcut, or an undercut, on the sides. For a while, I had my sides shaved with a straight razor by a country barber. All men. I was in there once on Veteran's Day. The TV continually played some black and white old tv channel, mostly cowboys and indians. On Veteran's Day, it was all war movies. I came in, took my seat. I was not what the group was used to seeing. There was a war movie on. Something caught my eye and I asked, Is that Audie Murphy? None of the locals knew what I was talking about. The barber knew, and said Sure it. The rest of them just looked at each other. A great war hero, the real thing, not some JOhn Wayne Hollywood faker. Silence. I think I may have earned some cr...