Once, I went to this really great transgender ally workshop at a conference. We worked together to come up with a categorized list of experiences—actually, we had four huge pieces of paper and fifty markers and were turned loose. I can’t remember all the categories right now—I wrote them down and I can get back to you on that—but my favorites were “I smile when” and “I hurt when.”
Sometimes, the hardest thing about being a trans ally is that you have no one to share those experiences with. That’s why I started this blog originally. Actually, the idea came out of the first workshop of this style I ever went to; the mother of a transman was using male pronouns with a female name and wishing for a resource—not for the answers, but for some kind of compassion, understanding, companionship. That could have been four years ago. Her son is actually my roommate now, but I assure you that’s a weird coincidence brought on from the fact that everyone knows everyone in queer New England. He and my cat are currently neck-and-neck in a snoring competition on the couch next to me. Cute little pests. *petpet*
Anyway. I started working on my own lists, based off my own experiences and off of things I’ve heard or seen or read. It’s a work in progress, multi-author kind of thing. But I think you might enjoy it.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
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