Even though my hope is to one day “pass” as a man, I relate to this!
When I bind, wear masc clothing, and leave a bit of my stubble, I’ve had a couple instances where I can tell people were like 
because of my gender presentation, and that alone gives me so much joy!
Even if I can never pass, confusing the cishets and not being automatically assumed to be a woman would be an okay place to land, too.
I came out to like a dozen people this week (prior to this week I was only fully out to like 3), and have a couple small social circles that are now using he/him pronouns for me.
Feels better than I imagined, and is also making me impatient to be fully out (but safety is making me try to hold back for ideally another 8+ months). Every person I tell (who accepts me, so far haven’t told anyone who doesn’t) it feels like a literal weight off my shoulders.
Also had the most gender-affirming sex of my life, thanks to my first realistic prosthetic.
And it’s been ~3 months on full dose T now. I had fully lasered my legs and armpits in my early twenties, trying to get rid of the hatred I felt for my body (ouch, wrong direction 
) and when I fully cracked my egg recently I felt so much grief and dysphoria over a future of super smooth legs. But. Examining my legs in the light now, I’m seeing tons of new vellus hairs, and patches are going terminal. I’m beginning to feel hopeful that one day I’ll have even coverage over my entire legs again. It will never be what it could’ve been, but honestly anything is better than nothing. I just wanna be a bear 
Sorry this is a novel. I have no other trans community yet.
Somehow “good” and especially “hard” seem less unblemished than “fabulous” 
I had the exact same experience. The laugh track kept freaking me out because why was there laughter when it wasn’t funny???
Granted I always dislike laugh tracks.
I’m doing my part by becoming a dude 
Sam Francisco, to get a bunch of gender affirming surgery (assuming it’s truly ALL expenses included, and surgery is an expense).