A value to society in transgender people.

So I thought of something we need transpeople for. 
We can truly call out the sexism. We are people who've been treated as both genders.  
Like, thirty years ago, my words were light and irrelevant and my voice small and annoying. My input wasn't welcome and at best tolerated for propriety's sake. Then mostly not heard and ignored. Sometimes it would be heard and used.  
I mean, mostly I do give good advice and I have good insight and I'm good at ideas. But as a woman, nobody cares, I don't have the authority required for that. Because being "smart" or having useful input to a group is reserved for persons in a leadership role, which is a power role, which belongs to power trippers. Always. If you want to participate you must also be a power tripper and play The Game and, well, be born male, or presumed cismale, at least.  Cispassing man.
Ok so I'm not passing in person (love the alliteration there) but online, yeah, people are just rolling with the presentation, I'm male. 
My same words and input are now "mansplaining" and I still probably don't know what I'm talking about and just want to ..... Power trip on everyone.
Really I just want to answer the question. All my life, I've just had a compulsion to answer questions. Ask till I learn it, then tell everyone what I learned when I hear the question. On everything. Anything. I don't know why. I wanted to learn cursive so I could know what people were writing and this driving curiousity and urge to share have never left me. 
But people hate it. I'll never get that. I'll never get why they equate it with domination and power games. Someone just stick me in front of a lecturn somewhere and let people come ask me things.  Bring me eggs and fruit and water and give me a comfy place to research. Good.  I'm supposed to be a type of google, not a government. 
And I'm unwelcome.
And I can't leave or become someone/thing else either. I've tried. Now I'm so sick I'm not sure I'll do anything but hold a spot till i die. 

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