I am cis. I am not trans*. I have no idea what it is like to be trans* I’m not going to attempt to speculate about that. But I will say that I find the attitudes of many other cis people very strange. Particularly their insistence on the concreteness and physical determination of their nature.
I am not my body. My body is just a collection of cells, tissues, organs that I happen to be situated in. It is something that allows me to exist in, and interact with, the rest of the physical world. Sometimes I enjoy it, sometimes I hate it. But it is not me.
I am not an enduring thing. I exist in the present. The me of the past is like a relative, or somebody I have heard many stories about. There is a close bond, but it is not identity, at least as philosophers describe it. The future me will also not be the me I know now. Maybe the future me will be closer to the ideal I’d choose. I hope so. I hope that the world can help me realise this. I hope the same for everyone else.