I visited the Pride Center looking for various community resources. They had recently renovated an old building to call home so there was still some lingering work being attended to by some construction workers. As soon as I arrived , the man at the front desk excused himself for a moment. During this time, one of the workers began talking to me, or should I say flirting, the goofy grins and nervous smile gave it away. I internalized the giant, mischievousness grin I felt coming on.
The admin returned and we began chatting. A leaflet was on the desk about an upcoming trans job fair so, perfect, I inquired. In a kindly and diplomatic way, told me that transgender people are a specific group. I replied, "not sure what you mean by that, but tell me about this job fair please". He explained to me that I won't find a job fair for transsexuals very helpful. "Why not" i said, "I am trans".
His eyes went wide and he started blubbering some apology. But this was the best part, the flirtatious blue collar gentleman had disappeared behind a 3ft partition at the far side of the room, during my chat with the admin. When the words,"I am trans" left my mouth that man shot up like a Jim Henson muppet, stiff and awkward, expressing utter disbelief.
That's when I knew ...and I mean knew I passed. The construction guy was a cutie too. Which made it all the sweeter. I still suffer the occasional dysphoric hiccup, but that was a seminal moment in my growth towards a new life.
