Small Victories

I can appreciate giant gestures. Grand schemes to show you going out of your way to either prove you care or respect me are absolutely appreciated.

However, sometimes the smallest, seemingly insignificant, gestures can have the biggest impact. Being genderfluid, especially, means that the smallest moments of acceptance can mean everything to me.

As mentioned before, on my trip last month to NYC and New Jersey, it felt too much like people were using masculine pronouns despite me being Trixie the entire weekend. If I'm wearing makeup, female clothing and a long, flowing wig, why would you call me "guy" or "fella" or something along those lines? Other than to be ignorant.

That's been my biggest worry if I presented as Trixie in my hometown. Not just being misgendered but being physically accosted by some of the truly despicable people who live in this area.

Well, as the saying goes: beggars can't be choosers.

I talked about my First Date from this past Saturday. Eagle eyed observers will notice I didn't mention anything about food. Turns out that the two of us were so involved in talking to each other that we didn't bother to eat anything.

I made it back to my hometown around 10 PM and I was starving. So, after a nice goodnight message to my date (let's call her Aerith for simplicity), I decided to stop off at a Burger King. My hunger superceded any notion of bigotry or hatred that might pop up.

Since it was cold and snowy, I still used the drive through. The window worker's name tag indicated that she was the one duty manager. So that put me at ease a little bit. Although in a position of power, she would be less likely to cause me any issues. Doing so would put her position in the company in jeopardy.

She wasn't super talkative (nor did I expect her to be at 10 PM on a snowy, Saturday night) but she was polite overall and smiled the entire time. She may have snickered once when closing the window to go get my food but I'm not certain.

The point is that she treated me with dignity and respect; just like everyone else. That's all I truly wanted. Not a hero or a villain but just a human being trying to live their life.

While I don't plan on presenting as Trixie in public more often in my hometown, it does give me a smaller sense of hope. There are still good people out there who can treat myself and those in the LGBTQ community in general with respect.

It would just be nice if there were more like them.


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