Oh look, I'm actually going to be active with this thing again. And again it's about something that really hits close to home for me.
Today on Tumblr I found this and I pretty much just lost my shit in one part sadness and empathy and one part white hot rage. To start out, I don't like dress codes based on gender at all. Women worked for fucking years to be get out of the oppressive thoughts and attitudes that the general population had about them and this just fucking throws the damn thing back to the dark ages. There are all kinds of people, some girls like skirts, some prefer pants, and it's their goddamn choice whether they want to wear them or not. And the same with men. I know that we're still in this fucking machismo mind set, but I know there are guys who just like to wear women's clothing. And there is nothing wrong with that.
Now, with that said. It really ticks me off that when this kid James went to his principal, he just fucking blew him off. "Oh that's so brave of you. But no, we only care about how many Y chromosomes you have. Just wear the skirt." This kid is only fifteen and he is just getting fucked by society because they don't fucking understand him. Why the fuck should he need a note from a shrink to say who he is? It it tearing him up inside to have to put on the damn skirt and I understand why. It's because he is constantly bombarded with things telling him that he needs to be a girl and that he should just fucking give up and be who they want him to be. And that motherfucking skirt is a symbol of that. And every time he puts that skirt on it feels like giving up, so I understand why he doesn't want to go to school. I've fucking been there. Except, instead of some authority figure, it's been my mom, or my friends, or people I thought I loved.
I don't have a whole lot of people who understand me, but it fucking helps when they feel as adamantly about this as I do. Just now I sent the link to my friend and she was fucking livid. She ranted at me and made me feel like a real fucking person. She admitted that she doesn't fully understand because she can't feel the way I feel, but she pretty much voiced a lot of things I wish everyone could get through their heads. She said that as an outsider you can't always wrap your head around it, but that you TRY because it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks, because a transgender is the gender they say they are.
I'm only slightly embarrassed to say that I literally shed tears when I saw how strongly she felt about this, and how strongly she supported me. But then I remember that she treats me more like a guy than some of my close friends who know about my being trans, so then I give no fucks and I just sniffle a little and thank every deity under the sun that I stumbled upon this wonderful girl and this is turning into an appreciation post about how great she is, so I'm going to shut up before I make a fool out of myself.
So yeah, fuck. I understand, bro. You are not alone. I care and I want other people to care before even one more of us end up dead or even with a goddamned scrapped knee because the neighborhood kids were chasing them calling them names.
