Out, Open, Closed, and In

Sorry for the absence, folks — work is a bear, ya know?

Ok, so it’s actually fairly easy work, right now, and we just finished two very successful efforts, but there’s a huge pile of paperwork I need to gothrough, not to mention the effort involved in setting up my office and getting the meeting room set up and fixed up and all that assorted stuff.

In any case, it’s keeping me fingers to the keyboard more for “important stuff” than for me to express the thoughts I have.

I guess that means I’ll have to make sure they are good one, huh?

Well, let’s start off with one.  One that’s been bugging me for a while: the complex intricacies of trans exposure and the risks (or lack thereof) of each of them.

And, in my general way, it’s come down to six groupings.  Out, Open, Blended, Closed, In, and Stealth.

And the best part is that none of it has a damn thing to do with closets…

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This post was originally posted at my own blog and deals with an issue that most of us face, people disbelieving our feelings of dissonance, dysphoria and/or identity because “it doesn’t make sense to them”

~RP

I get a lot of feminists, or really, a lot of cis people in general, who seem miffed about my dissonance as a trans woman. Or, in many other cases, confused. Apparently, a deep psychological or instinctual pain has to… make rational sense. Apparently.

This is illustrated best by a statement made by a cis woman I knew who I was speaking to about why I sought out hormone replacement therapy. Specifically, when I pointed out that I had dissonance regarding my facial hair’s volume (back before I got laser and estrogen, now my shaving is more of a safety concern and a lot less dissonance) she said, “but I have facial hair too! I don’t get how you can feel dysphoria over something regular girls have!”

Moving on from how she didn’t use cis and othered me, let’s take a look at this idea of “cis people have it too!” (more…)

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You gotta see this

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I thought it was awesome.

But hey — I’m terribly femme…

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I love diversity. I find my life and my worldview are enriched when I am surrounded by people who’s experiences and cultural backgrounds are very different than my own.

I grew up a white kid in the suburbs outside Atlanta during a time when the KKK felt comfortable passing out pamphlets on street corners and holding rallies in front of my high school.

But by the grace of all that is good, I was immunized against the insipid racism of the Deep South by the influence of many brilliant people of color, including my first grade teacher Mrs. Camp (my eyes water with gratitude at her memory), Bill Cosby (particularly the cartoon series Fat Albert and the Cosby Kids) and the cast of Sesame Street and the Electric Company.

These powerful mentors did more than teach me how to add two numbers or read a book. They taught me how to open my mind to the beautiful, diverse world in front of me. (more…)

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