So, after the freakishly hot temperatures out west a week ago, after the more recent freakish warmth in NYC, we're supposed to reach 62˚F today. Tomorrow, the high will be twenty degrees of Fahrenheit cooler. But climate change is a lie. Currently, it's 52˚F, with the windchill at 49˚F.
No, I didn't work yesterday. I couldn't get past my own genuine terror. I'm back in news blackout.
Last night, I posted this to Facebook:
The really weird thing is that I transitioned in 1990, when I was living in Alabama. I stayed in the South (Birmingham, Athens, Atlanta) until 2008. I used many public restrooms during that time (theaters, malls, universities, bars, restaurants, libraries, gas stations, what the fuck ever), and really never once had an unpleasant incident. And, fuck, I'm 6'3". It's not like I think I was flawlessly passing all that time. Just no one ever gave me shit. Pun probably not intended.
Buffy Hosey, a first cousin of mine who still lives in Birmingham, replied:
That's because it wasn't an issue for anyone until a bunch of evangelical loud mouths made people THINK that it OUGHT TO be an issue by igniting a bunch of crazy fears and biases that actually don't relate to the bathroom issues at all (YOUR KIDS ARE IN DANGER, etc etc etc). People generally want to coexist and leave each other alone, or at least they used to; these days people- especially middle class white people ("normal" people) are desperately searching for shit to be pissed off about or for ways to say their rights are being infringed upon.
Today, I'm going to go Outside. I haven't left the house since February 10th, nine days ago. And maybe afterwards Spooky and I will read through Chapter One.
Resistance, Peace, and Compassion,