Just a couple of things I didn’t wax poetic about while waxing poetic about some serene lake at sunset I saw on a Google search. First off, I’ve kicked myself sore over not realizing that yesterday (March 31) was International Transgender Day of Visibility. The day is meant to celebrate those in the transgender community and their stories, as well as make note of the positive (and, yes, negative) issues they face. Now, in the transgender spectrum, I consider myself as simply a crossdresser, meaning that I was born male and live my everyday life as male, but there are times when I dress up as female and present myself as such in certain situations, be it in a real world element or through outlets such as this blog. Those who are transgender, however, do not identify with the gender they were born or assigned as (for example, those who were born as female but identify as male). I freely converse with and have the backs of my transgender sisters and brothers; they are humans just like you and me, and they deserve support for finding and expressing their true identity. Take one of my tweeps, for example:
Sadly, however, just as some others in the LGBT community have felt rejection to varying degrees, transgenders have also suffered from the stigma of being shunned, demeaned, hated, and rejected outright by family, friends, and others who do not understand (or even care) what transgenders are going through. This has been occurring even before several laws were enacted in several states tending to suggest that one can discriminate against LGBT people and base that discrimination on their “religious freedom.” I don’t know about you, but the God I was raised on and believe in is embracing of everyone; He’d never reject someone who does not conform to a gender category that society holds all too tightly to.
Now more than ever, transgender people (and, again, they are people just like everyone else) need all the support, admiration, and love others can give them. Despite all the hate and ignorance (and worse) that may be thrust upon them, I am optimistic that things will become better for transgenders in the future. I’m not the only one who believes this: One of the people I follow on WordPress, Hannah, posted an illustration that reflects the difficulties a transgender can face now… but she also adds that “it will get better,” for those who are brave enough now to be themselves will receive the gratitude and admiration of “future t-girls and t-boys.” When that occurs, we all should be happy. (The direct link to Hannah’s post is here. Oh, and take a look at her other illustrations, on her blog and on Frock Magazine; she is truly a talented artist.)
Oh, yeah, if you haven’t guessed by the featured image above, today is April 1, 2015–or, if you’re the jovial type, April Fools Day. To those who can give a good joke at work, and a few who can take it, this day isn’t all that bad. My male mode self, however, would tend to disagree. The appeal of April Fools Day is something that doesn’t compute in my brain. To me, it seems like a day made for those who justify humor as a status symbol, be it someone who would use a cruel joke as a bullying device or some morning drivetime radio DJ who’d pull a silly stunt on those in the populace who are gullible (this actual situation and the resulting reaction, for instance). If you think I should be someone who should lighten up on this day, well, I’m not the only one who feels this way (another of my WordPress friends feels the same way).
So, as one who can sometimes be serious as cancer (to borrow a line from Snap!) when it comes to jokes at work, I was kind of nervous about this day. Since I was relocated to a different location in our headquarters about a year and a half ago, I’ve had to sit across from a rambunctious group of men. While I am one who’s all business, so to speak, they can be loud, boisterous, and not above raising a little H-E-double-hockey-sticks. If I could describe them in one phrase, they would be “Frat party, without the beer.” (That’s not to say nobody else at our work place likes a little fun, or the good, clean type at least.) So, I braced myself for a day of non-stop merriment at everyone else’s expense. And, sure enough, at the end of the day, the number of April Fools pranks I experienced or witnessed at work came to a grand total of…
… absolutely none. No, really. There were no April Fools Day jokes whatsoever. No whoopee cushion, no prank e-mail, nothing. Not even a peep from the aforementioned peanut gallery I sit across from; matter of fact, they were rather reserved and not as jovial as usual on this day. I admit that I prejudged them and thought they would be jovial and full of merriment today, when in fact, nobody at work was in a mood to pull pranks. There would’ve been nothing holding them back if they did, however; management had no bad news or imposed warnings that would’ve crushed anyone’s merriment.
Well, on second thought, there was one April Fools Day joke pulled on someone at work today, and it wasn’t all that bad looking back on it: A supervisor on another team was greeted by a surprise when she approached her cubicle, in the form of ultrasonography images, pink balloons, and a banner stating “It’s a Girl!” The part that made the whole thing not all that bad: The supervisor had the biggest laugh. (No, she’s not expecting.)
Okay, so lest you think I am one to throw an eternal flow of cold water on the merriment that is April Fools Day, I’ll leave you with these two links that seriously piqued my interest (and my funny bone): This list of all-time pranks, as shown on the Wisconsin Gazette, has a few doozies, including one I freely admit I fell for (since our family had a Sports Illustrated subscription at the time). As well, a new article from the Man Repeller website, features a list of “up-and-coming” musical acts we should familiarize ourselves with. (Say, that quartet from England sure sounds like a band with staying power.)