Some myths have a core of truth.
One of those myths about life around the late 1960s and early 1970s that has a core of truth to it is that it was important to pass.
We were after all still illegal in many places and failure to pass could mean arrest or at the least police harassment.
It was a time before anti-discrimination laws and policies so our very ability to work at anything other than sex work was dependent upon our ability to pass.
This does not mean one had to be beautiful or cute. Often those that passed without question were less attractive than the divas. Nor should the valuing of passing be interpreted as meaning stereotypically feminine or the embracing of sexist stereotypes.
I was considered flawless not because I was glamorous, although I was cute. I looked like a typical left wing Berkeley hippie chick.
And yeah we wore dresses more often than women do today because women wore dresses more often in those days. A lot of time we wore skirts or dresses because work dress codes required them.
What does passable mean? For one thing it meant getting rid of facial hair prior to getting SRS.
It might have been a harsh reality sandwich for certain people, who because of physical build, bone structure would never pass. One such person, a long time friend who introduced me to micro computers transitioned in the 70s only to detrans in the 80s and retransition once again in the late 1990s when the transsexual and transgender movements had made it more possible to be obviously transsexual or transgender even though people would still give negative feed back.
We moved to greater acceptance and that is a good thing and yet those who pass still have an easier time even when they are out TS/TG activist than those who do not.
But this is a matter of dealing with the world at large and the powers that be, who provided our health care were less dictators of a policy than advisers as to the difficulties people would face .