#SongoftheDay Shake it Up (Divine)
The other day, as my partner was waiting for his radiation appointment, someone in the waiting room started proudly extolling the ideas of his favourite right-wing politician. This man said he was looking forward to attending a protest "against gender in schools."
When my partner told me this story later on, my stomach dropped. Simultaneous to that--to being personally hurt by the sentiment, as a non-binary queer--I couldn't help thinking how incredibly stupid this bigot sounded.
When my partner told me this story later on, my stomach dropped. Simultaneous to that--to being personally hurt by the sentiment, as a non-binary queer--I couldn't help thinking how incredibly stupid this bigot sounded.
Protesting against gender in schools? That doesn't even make any sense. Do you not want there to be gender in schools? Or do you just not want there to be certain genders in schools? Like mine, perhaps?
I used to speak eloqently, before the menopausal brain fog set in. Pile the caregiver brain fog on top of that, and I'm lost in an endless fog. So I'm glad I wasn't there in that waiting room when this man was spewing his transphobia all over the cancer patients (he wasn't a patient, by the way--he was there accompanying a family member).
I used to speak eloqently, before the menopausal brain fog set in. Pile the caregiver brain fog on top of that, and I'm lost in an endless fog. So I'm glad I wasn't there in that waiting room when this man was spewing his transphobia all over the cancer patients (he wasn't a patient, by the way--he was there accompanying a family member).
When I heard someone being shitty, back when my brain worked, I could stand up to them and know what to say. Now I get stunned and I lose my words, and the hurt rots my guts forevermore. The hate gets inside me and I can't seem to repel it.
Even just hearing this story, not even having been there, I feel like my stomach is full of acid. It was the first thing I thought of when I woke up this morning.
Back in the 90s, when the census was still done on paper, it would ask your gender (male or female) and I would write in a third category, although I didn't have a name for it back then. I would write in asking for another option. Now we have that. We can elect to be seen.
Back in the 90s, when the census was still done on paper, it would ask your gender (male or female) and I would write in a third category, although I didn't have a name for it back then. I would write in asking for another option. Now we have that. We can elect to be seen.
But when marginalized groups start getting rights, or even just acknowledgement, we come under fire, and that's what's happening now. People who dont't even know us hate us. They hate us because of lies they've been told. All we're doing is existing, but that's enough to be hateable. Intensely so.
We're listening to Divine, because that's what we do when I'm angry. We listen to Divine because drag strikes fear in the hearts of transphobes.
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We're listening to Divine, because that's what we do when I'm angry. We listen to Divine because drag strikes fear in the hearts of transphobes.
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