It's weird. There was a time when I would desperately read any trans memoir I could get my hands on, and then by the time my transition was "done" (inasmuch as we can ever call transition "done"), I had moved to really not caring about other people's trans narratives, especially as they tend to be written for cis consumption. But I actually do want to read this one. Perhaps because he's roughly my age.
I normally hate posts like these--they're almost inevitably too "I'm now the expert" but I actually thought this one was lovely, I think because it was mostly reflecting on the author's experience.
And, really, part of me aches for the world of fifteen years ago where trans people were ignored. One of the great lessons of my transition was that people are generally decent and will try to do the right thing and treat others well, and I don't know that that would happen today--clueless cis people can default to being decent, even though they're steeped in a transphobic society, but a lot of those once clueless cis people now have been primed to actively hate trans people.