The Conservative's Trans Daughter

My roommate gets me better than anyone I’ve ever met and likely better than anyone I ever will meet. She knows my tendency to wade into shitty comment sections and then bitch about what I knew I would find there. Reading the comments appears to be my own personal brand of self harm.But enough background…

Goddess save me from well-meaning, but ignorant and oblivious, allies.

I stopped by Luce tonight because a bill collector had not bothered to look at my damn account before calling me. I sat in my favorite spot and was enjoying the World Cup game that was on. I struck up a friendly conversation with the lady to my right about the World Cup. She was there with who I assumed was her husband. Everything was friendly and fun.

Cue the old dude.

An older gentleman came it and sat next to them. The topic ranged from beer, to food, to the World Cup, and then to sports in general. The old guy was talking about his fascination with collegiate volleyball. I knew it was coming the minute he mentioned that particular sport.

“They expect us all to be okay with men pretending to be women and spiking 100mph volleyballs into girl’s faces.”

Let’s deconstruct that fallacy quick…

1. There have been 2 well-known collegiate trans woman volleyball players.
2. Blaire Fleming, one of the two kno0wn trans woman players, doesn’t even have an 80mph spike (which is still terrifyling, but not 100mph)
3. Trans women are not men pretending to be women.
4. Muscle mass & strength diminishes at a corresponding rate to the length of time one spends on estradiol.(Seriously, I occasionally struggle opening a 20oz soda bottle)
5. I don’t care if you’re “okay” with a trans woman playing on a team, I just don’t want you punishing all trans people for your own faults.

Now, I’ve come a long way in my femininity, but I am still pretty clockable. I sincerely doubt that they, having seen me and heard my voice, believed me to be anything other than a trans woman. They started agreeing with the old man effusively. Once their meal was done, they started talking about dessert and how they wanted to get the rainbow sundae, which (as the woman said) “supports the LGBT community, something that makes me what it more!” My eyes were so audibly rolling that I am surprised everyone in the restaurant couldn’t hear them.

I tabbed out and got ready to leave and she had the fucking audacity to waev at me and tell me it was nice talking to me. I gae her resting bitch face and “bye.”

I’ll bet she votes for Amy K this fall too.