As I mention in another journal entry, he seems to have a very specific problem with me. It appears at least in part to be connected to "what" I am, as opposed to "who" I am. But that doesn't bother me in the least - it's not like I'm hiding the fact that I'm a transsexual, or that I'm ashamed of it.
I don't understand the fixation on a person's sex, whether it's male, female, or somewhere in between. It's not like this goon has to deal with you in Real Life. Consider ignoring him: don't mention him, don't refer to him directly. He's not worth your time. He's only trying to egg you on, to show everyone that you are what he thinks you are. Don't stoop to his level.
For example, I was telling one of my neighbors today that every time Chapman's Ice Cream goes on sale, I gain weight (the easy part), which I then have to lose (the hard part). So I told her that I have two choices this week - either avoid the sale, or buy an "I'm not fat, I'm pregnant" shirt and not worry about it. I'm going to avoid the sale since I haven't lost all the weight from their last sale this spring, when I bought 20x 2 liter boxes, and I would like to get back down to my ideal BMI before my next doctor's visit.
LOL How did that go over? I should get one of those shirts... Despite having lost 20 pounds over the last six months or so, I still have my belly.
And I sympathize with that, because coming to terms with the "what" of who I am meant discarding a lot of stuff, taking risks, not knowing what the outcome would be. But oh wow, am I ever glad I did. It's not fun going around with some sort of internal chip on your shoulder.
That's the thing-- people are, in some fashion, the product of their experiences. They have seen or done things that others have not. They have learned how to react to situations differently than others have. You are not the same person you were yesterday or last year. You're a different person, hopefully all the better for the things you have experienced.