Oz + being an A+ boyfriend
Actually getting involved in the local trans* community.
It is important to remember that trans people are not an isolated group of people, we are a multitude of diverse subgroups by definition.
Trans people experience partial privilege/oppression based on our subgrouping, saying categorically we are not oppressed is unmaintainable.
Are we oppressed because of being trans? It depends in part on our subgrouping, we are not all equally oppressed nor equally privileged.
Trans people experience systemic institutional oppression: We are fetishised, vilified, erased, subordinated, & killed in every sub grouping.
It’s systemic: Codified as sin in Abrahamic faiths (Deut 22:5). Codified as mental illness by APA. Forced sterilization. Refusal of legislators to address trans-related inconsistency (e.g. ENDA) perpetuating bureaucratic & judicial “special-case” status. Health insurers in the U.S. specifically-excluding coverage not only for trans health care, but most also for intersecting treatments as well. Being trans is punishable by death in at least one nation.
Trans people experience all the oppression of the group we belong to, plus the oppression that we experience just because we are trans.
Trans people enjoy (partially) the privileges of our group, mostly the non-gendered privileges. The gendered privileges only marginally.
Trans people receive gendered privileges depending on how little trans we appear to be. Society weakly rewards us for our self-erasure and punishes us for honesty.
Only to hit back at trans people with accusations of deceit when we are successful. Society is fundamentally transphobic/transmisogynistic.
So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.
Would be great if Washington DC was spelt correctly. But otherwise. Nice
Yet another reminder of how badly I want to move back to Colorado. And possibly Washington at some point.