Last night…

“You’ve written how many words in four days?”
“8667”
“And you’re pushing a rock uphill to write?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t even like you.”

I’m doing Camp Nanowrimo this year. I haven’t done any flavor of Nanowrimo since 2117. That was a while back. 8667 notwithstanding, I feel like I’m pushing a rock uphill.

 

I ran across the question today,

“What would you do if you found out someone you know is transgender?”

I know from experience I would do the same thing as before I knew they were transgender.

As kids, Ted and I got into swimming races and paddled a canoe around the lake at retreats. I was not the least bit surprised that Ted had been transgender. He had been a he even when he was 10 or 12 and technically had been a she.

And my cousin. Who was surprised by that? Anyone who was had their head buried six feet in the sand.

With both of them, their gender was irrelevant to the way we interacted.

So what would I do if I found out someone I knew was transgender? The same thing I did before I knew they were transgender. I may be cis gender, but here’s no reason to do anything else.

question mark on the rocks

what would you do if you found out someone you know is transgender?