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A case for acceptance

Mr. Gender

Recently a local Facebook page posted a poorly written and sourced article with the intention of showing support for Transgender Awareness week. I was surprised at the vitriol that ensued toward both the acknowledgement of the existence of transfolks and the idea of raising awareness of trans issues. There seemed to be a common consensus among many of the people posting that being trans is a symptom of mental illness. I appreciate the folks who posted in support of trans people, to affirm the value we bring to society. Reading the hateful statements had a major impact on me. I … Continue reading A case for acceptance

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So much adulting – or, you had one job

Mr. Gender

It’s late spring 2019. A lot of big boxes have been checked off on the journey of transition. I had been bugging my wife that we needed to paint the exterior of our house since the day we moved in. It drove me so crazy that when she left town one weekend, I painted the front of the house so that when I pulled up to the house, I didn’t feel as irritated. Some of the delay was because I wanted to paint the house myself. I love painting – a canvas, a bathroom, a piece of furniture, it doesn’t … Continue reading So much adulting – or, you had one job

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A love story – Part 4

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We have been dating for two weeks. My parents want me to visit. I just saw my mother a few weeks ago. But since moving to the Pacific Northwest about 6 years before, I had only been home maybe three times. This was primarily due to financial constraints. The fact that my parents moved 4 hours away from the town I grew up in shortly after I moved was an added complication. My mom had a plane ticket voucher from a prior trip where there was a layover debacle. The voucher was set to expire in about 6 weeks. I … Continue reading A love story – Part 4

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Telling the eldest or Rocket League wheels

Mr. Gender

My wife and I are well matched. She excels at spelling and identifying feelings, I am in charge of tasks requiring strong spacial relations and picking paint colors. She prefers to focus on keeping the inside of our home in order, I prefer to keep the outside of our house in order. My wife likes to make lists and while I definitely want to know what’s on deck, I avoid lists – I value efficiency and worry that a list might box me in – could result in an inability to innovate – stifle my creativity. We are complimentary to … Continue reading Telling the eldest or Rocket League wheels

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The Places You’ll Go

Mr. Gender

Middle school. A hub of adolescents endeavoring to establish their identity while not yet mature enough to see themselves as distinct from others. It is a delicate balance between isolating in complete uniqueness vs losing one’s self to the whims of peers. Our junior high is a two story brick building built in 1922. It smells of old damp stone and years of hormonal teenagers not yet committed to the new hygienic demands of their bodies. The building is nearing the end of it’s useful life and will be demolished within the decade. It is decided that following Thanksgiving break, … Continue reading The Places You’ll Go