Dear all,
that shall be my blog for observations on myself and my environment, and anecdotes while moving on the gender spectrum. Please enjoy and comment – but please never forget: While we share so much and have much in common our cultures, our (political) environments and state in our journeys differ largely.
Cloe (57), Belgium
Is losing male privilege a first step in passing?
An encounter today at the local farmers market. Outside temperature 0°C – rare in Belgium – I am wearing a long red cardigan that shows under a windbreaker, a scarf and my natural curly long hair flows free down to shoulder. So, from behind I might have looked passable – albeit, a bit broad shouldered.
At a dairy stand, I am first in queue behind two men just being served, behind me a smaller women of Asian origin. A man probably in late 60s comes from a back, skips the line, puts himself on the counter, makes himself large (well, he isn't. I am at least 10cm taller) and seeks eye-contact with the vendors. How does he dare?
The vendor having finished her client, ignores him and turns to me: 'Bonjour monsieur'. The man immediately visibly buckles, turns his head towards me, eyes wide open as if in horror.... Does he suddenly realise that he had infringed the rights of ... a man, he had mistaken for a woman? I smile to the lady behind me and the vendor – and get the smile returned.