Owning Our Weirdness
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I am a believer of learning to live w who you are. A tough lesson to learn as a mulatto halfbreed awkward kid. Because of all the hate i was subjected to by everybody, as a child, I wanted to be anything but myself. My parents nurtured me to have a more self-appreciated view of how i was born into this world. To want to change that, would be letting the hate of the world decide who I must be. Not a huge fan of altering anything that’s already biologically normal to begin with. Not a fan of plastic surgery or even fake eyebrows. Shaving and haircuts are more a matter of personal grooming. I am not even circumcised.

So i cant even begin to understand the mindset of a transgender individual. That is so far the other end of the scale to me. I accept and embrace my gender, my ethnicity, my nationality, my body image, etc. It’s a pretty far-out notion for me to imagine trying to alter any aspect of my existence.

That doesnt mean i reject it. It just means i dont get it. I dont get homosexuality, as you already know, but i still accept it. I dont have to get it to accept it. In fact, my ignorance forces me to hesitate to make any judgement.

I would be offended by any White person who tried to make me feel victimized by my blackness. Or any woman who demonizes my masculinity. Anyone not in my shoes has no fair judgement of the price i pay every day to be ME. So i imagine that must be true for everyone else, including transgender persons struggling to find their own self-identities.

We have to respect the weird, even if it’s weird to us. I already know what it’s like to be THE weird one. No one should have to go through that hateful bullshit for any reason.

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