I should prefix this by saying, that I pass extremely well. I've been on T for 4 years now, I'm post op on top, I have an adam's apple, a small one but visible, I'm 5'10" with strong broad shoulders and a hairy scruff on my cheeks. I'm not bragging, it's just important to realize to understand what happened to me today.
Here it is, I'm writing a story, a novel actually. I've had the first draft done since the end of NaNoWriMo. It has some supernatural elements and some fighting and gore. I'd term it horror more then any other genre. In this story I have an FTM character, it's not the point of the character, it's just one part of his background. He is one of the two main characters. In order to get feedback and learn how others are seeing my story I submitted a few chapters to a writing group. I've been getting feedback, most people seem to like it. Some say it's to gory, and that's feedback I can use. However there is also this one guy, let's call him Jack because that's his name, who seems especially disturbed by my FTM character.
Today he was literally pounding the table demanding to know whether my character is a man or a woman. I have never refereed to my character in any manner other than male, but that's not enough for this guy. It's one thing to give feedback, it's another thing entirely to get so emotionally caught up that the table gets slapped. I show my character before he started taking hormones and then a year and a half after and show some of the changes that would happen in that time frame. Yet, like I said, the point of the character is not that he's FTM, there is a lot more to him. Yet Jack is all caught up in this one aspect of him, demanding more and more information and it just got under my skin.
I guess it was just the sheer amount of hatred coming out over this. Of course none of them know about my past and I can never tell them. The other people had constructive feedback about my story, although they did have some questions about the FTM experience, which I was happy to answer. Those questions were placed from a place of curiosity not to hatred and anger.
It was ultimately just so irrational really and there was no pacifying him and it was just so strange and off putting. People don't need to like the character or the story but to rip him apart for this one aspect just hurts me, you know. I mean Jack is the type of person you could see voting to keep transgender high school kids out of their correct bathroom. I just sat there, looking at him, wondering, why do you exist? Why must you exist? Why are you in my face? I don't understand your existence of being this volatile about a character that's not even real but is based on my life experiences. I guess I am taking it personally, I'll admit it. It hurt me.
You know I spend a lot of time on Tumblr and Facebook and in those environments I can control who I see and interact with. I can paint a world where people at least make every reasonable attempt to understand Trans* individuals. The friends I have are overwhelming liberal and open minded bunch. Then I go out into the real world and realize, holy ->-bleeped-<-, these people are a bunch of ignorant ->-bleeped-<-s. The average person on the street knows jack ->-bleeped-<- and some of them get very angry if they are forced to face certain realities at all.
I mean I know they are. My entire family disowned me, for the most part. It just that happened 5 years ago now so it's not part of my day to day existence. I just want to believe that people I meet and have coffee with would be reasonable intelligent individuals and when they are not it just makes me feel dirty. Dirty to be part of this intolerant species making rash judgements based on fear and loathing. I just want to shake him but I know that wouldn't do any good. It wouldn't help anything get into his head. It's like talking to a blank stupid ->-bleeped-<-ing wall and I want better. I want people to be better than that, I really do.
It pisses me off to no end that they are just ->-bleeped-<-ing not.