Quote from: Sinclair on November 07, 2018, 09:16:41 PM
Noted that you mentioned the phrase "so-called life." There was a great TV show "My So-Called Life" in the mid 90's. It was a teen girl angst show, but I feel we can relate in some ways to that.
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Michelle, you look good and the changes suite you well. I miss the glasses though.
The teen angst thing was exactly why i put that "so-called life" phrase in.
My eyesight is funny. The left eye is 20/20 except for slight astigmatism, the right is quite nearsighted. I can get by without glasses pretty easily with the left eye for distance vision and the right for reading. I do wear glasses for driving, but that is about it.
Quote from: JudiBlueEyes on November 07, 2018, 10:02:44 PM
Michelle that you are living your life normally is what we all seek. My own personal log (or diary) has fewer entries now that my life is stable and normal. This is a good thing. I'm happy that you have arrived at this point as well.
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Stable is good. I'm in a better, happier place. (Especially with
@Laurie !)
I have had some odd events in my life, however, that were disconcerting.
This weekend I attended a charity fundraising event, at which I was auctioning off two of my urban treks and two Sunday brunches. I was also supplying a dinner item, spaghetti and meatballs as a finger food (!), and a big platter of cookies (
@Laurie, I will make more...)
Since this was going to be a finger foods and wine social event along with the auction, a black cocktail dress seemed appropriate. I got myself put together and headed up, with my dinner and dessert items all ready to go.
The dinner items were a hit, as was my dress, apparently. Several folks commented to each other on the dress in my presence, including "Look at his dress! Gorgeous!"
Folks also had questions on the "spaghetti and meatball" finger food. Because the environment was a bit noisy and some members have hearing difficulties, a few times folks were repeating what I was saying. "He said that the nest was..."
Anyone see the problem yet?
The thing that drives me bonkers is that nobody at this place knows me from before my transition. They've only seen Michelle, although I have been quite open about being a transgender person. Somehow, many folks there keep using male pronouns for me.
I'm not sure why. I've been through major surgeries, speech therapy, movement training, even a few hundred hours of electrolysis. I've taken courses in makeup, appearance styling, and such. I've gone through the whole cumbersome legal process of getting the courts and government to agree that I am a female person. This is reflected on my birth certificate, passport, drivers license, Medicare and Social Security records. Kaiser says I'm female. Even the mighty DMV says I am female.
We offered a class recently to provide basic information on gender orientation and identity. One person, a well informed ally, came to the class. *SIGH*
I've lectured and talked to individuals. I'm not sure what else I can do. People in this organization seem to think I am just a guy who wears dresses. It's immensely frustrating to have people casually invalidate my gender identity, and behave this way.
Now, these are older folks, and kind, not malicious in any way. They are instantly apologetic and contrite when I call them out on this behavior. I suspect based on some recent one-on-one discussions that they may be trying too hard, and like the old gag "Whatever you do, do not think of an elephant!", they are focusing so hard on not goofing that they blurt this out.
I had an extended discussion on this with the lead person. There will be future staffing changes that may help, so I won't be the 'token' highly visible trans person there. Meanwhile, I'll be shifting my role slightly from being an involved member to treating myself as an instructor. I'll do the same things I have always done, but I will maintain that 'professional distance' where I expect poor behavior from folks, rather than being as open as I have been. This is not a great state to be in long term, but I can certainly do this for many months.