{"id":729,"date":"2014-10-23T12:13:40","date_gmt":"2014-10-23T16:13:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/typingmonkeys.com\/blog\/?p=729"},"modified":"2023-05-06T10:58:38","modified_gmt":"2023-05-06T14:58:38","slug":"so-theres-that-day-31-easy-peasy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/typingmonkeys.com\/blog\/so-theres-that-day-31-easy-peasy\/","title":{"rendered":"So There’s That, Day 31: Easy Peasy"},"content":{"rendered":"

So There\u2019s That: Adventures in Transgendering chronicled my transition in 2014. One hopes the gentle readers will forgive any awkward or anachronistic language within.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n

One would have thought I\u2019d have come out to everyone at work by now. I mean, I\u2019ve only been talking about it ad nauseam for three weeks, right? 25 up, 25 down. Well, one would have been wrong.<\/p>\n

One more to go. And for some reason, this one\u2019s a toughie.<\/p>\n

She\u2019s young, she\u2019s smart and she\u2019s from Philadelphia. Easy peasy, right?<\/p>\n

Nope.<\/p>\n

Before I came out to the world, the two of us were in the office, and she noticed the hairbands on my wrist.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s up with that?\u201d she asked with an arched eyebrow.<\/p>\n

And instead of standing my ground. Instead of using it as an opportunity to explain that I\u2019m transgender (hear me roar!), I blinked. We\u2019re not talking a blink of epic proportions. I mean, it wasn\u2019t exactly Khrushchev and Kennedy. But it would likely hold its own against most non-Cold-War-related blinks.<\/p>\n

Let me set the stage. A little aft-shadowing, if you will. The evening prior, I told myself,\u00a0promised<\/i> myself that if anyone asked about my hair ties, my colorful, non-manly hair ties, I would tell them, 1) I like them and, 2) I\u2019m transgender.<\/p>\n

So when she asked, I fixedly stared at the ground and repeated, \u201cI like them.\u201d And then blinked. Such a promising start, such an ignoble finish.<\/p>\n

She gave me a look twinged with disapproval and dismissed me with, \u201cWhatever.\u201d<\/p>\n

Fast forward to today. She\u2019s been out of the office for a few weeks. Hit by a car. Whatever. It\u2019s not like she\u2019s dead, right? Suck it up, girl. I got hit by a car a few years back and you don\u2019t hear me whinging on about it, do you?<\/p>\n

Yeah, we Philadelphians really are the City of Brotherly Love. Case in point: any injury during a football game in Philadelphia, no matter how bad, we\u2019d holler, \u201cFOR THE LOVE OF GOD. DRAG \u2018EM OFF THE FIELD!!!\u201d And that was for\u00a0our\u00a0<\/i>players.<\/p>\n

Cut back to present. Again.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m more confident this time. No chance of blinking. Not this cat. I don\u2019t even know the meaning of the word. Okay, I\u00a0do<\/i>\u00a0know the meaning of the word, but I\u2019m determined this time around, no 21-year-old is gonna take me down. Nope. Not today. Not happening.<\/p>\n

Oh, did I forget to mention I got schooled by a 21 year old? Yeah, sucks to be me.<\/p>\n

Anyway, with the office empty except for the two of us, I plunge into my much delayed tale, beginning with stuttering and followed by\u2026 well, you know the drill. I\u2019m more nervous than usual as I wait for her reaction, perhaps because she\u2019s the one person in the office who doesn\u2019t hide her true feelings behind decorum or political correctness.<\/p>\n

But she breaks into a smile and says, \u201cCool.\u201d<\/p>\n

Cool.<\/p>\n

I return the smile and admit to my aforementioned nervousness, relating her previous response. With a laugh, she says, \u201cYeah, that sounds like me,\u201d but admits if not for her experiences at Emerson College (\u201cI saw a lot of crazy shit there!\u201d), she probably would not have responded as well as she did. So if anyone from Emerson College is reading, I think I have your new slogan.<\/p>\n

With that out of the way, I gleefully leap into questions about sports bras (she\u2019s goes to the gym A LOT) and scarves (she has a closet full). Not regular scarves, mind you, but those infinity scarves that look so chic in that devil-may-care way, but are in actuality so carefully positioned to look perfectly casual\u2026 like so!<\/p>\n

My day ends with two more coming outs (no slowing me down!). The first with a former colleague (not AOL), the latter with a girl I almost started dating over the summer. Both are delightful reveals, the former refreshingly pedestrian as one of his best friends is transgender (old news). The latter so heartfelt with the reciprocal reveal of heretofore secret lesbian relationships. I\u2019m just not sure if I should feel honored over being included in the sacred rite of secret-sharing or just be flattered that I might be getting hit on as a girl. Either way, it\u2019s still a win.<\/p>\n

Easy peasy, right?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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