[Today’s title is from the Madonna song “What It Feels Like For a Girl” from her album, Music, released in 2000. The link is to the music video on YouTube. And warning: this was during Madonna’s faux-British phase. So her speaking voice is different than you’d usually expect.]
So, I know I said I was going to write about bleeding for this post. But, I can’t right now. I’ve been looking for sites that help inform consumers about certain products related to this issue, and the lack of inclusion has me reeling. I’m more than a little overwhelmed. So, hopefully I will be able to get to that in the next post.
Luckily, this morning I had a funny moment with a coworker that really helped me start the week off right. I was standing next to her car while she did her make-up for work. She stopped putting on her mascara long enough to tell me a story. When she finished the story, she continued to apply mascara to the same eye, and this bit follower:
ME: Didn’t you just do that eye?
HER: I didn’t finish separating my lashes.
HER: Being a girl is hard work [Gavin]!
ME: I know. I tried it for 20-plus years. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.
BOTH OF US: *Bust out laughing.*
Yeah, I’m out at work. Generally speaking. My direct co-workers know I am trans*, but people in general don’t know. I just am not the kind of person to hide my past, or hide from it. Some folks need to do that. And I don’t think any less of them for doing what they feel necessary to protect their mental state. I just don’t.
Also, my name is not Gavin. It’s actually nowhere near my name. It is, however, a name I like, and in a different series of events, would have chosen. So I consider it a fantastic penname.
I’m thankful to have people in my life that will laugh at these jokes I make about my circumstances. I am more thankful that these people let me call the shots on when my history is available for discussion or jokes. The respect I receive from the majority of the people in my life is truly affirming, and I know I would be a wholly different sort of person without it.
Progress, not Perfection