“Casual” Friday…

…is anything but but casual, this time.

Today, at the urging of my wife — and because, honestly, I was a little disheartened by the “joke” earlier this week, where it was suggested in jest that I would prefer “ma’am” to “sir” — I went ahead and threw on one of my women’s cut tee-shirts and a pretty, decorative top over it.  I didn’t opt for a skirt, as my wife has been suggesting — and I stole one of Arr’s light jackets so I could cover up if I had to go to the restroom, but it should be pretty damn obvious that I’m dressed fem, regardless.

I’ll admit: I’m a bit anxious.  Stupidly, a lot of that is restroom anxiety.  I was trying to find anything that actually stated what laws were in place where I live, and all I got were things about people protesting about transfolk using restrooms appropriate to their actual gender, and some jackass politician who is trying to pass a law making it illegal for government money to go toward gender neutral restrooms, and for all restrooms above single occupancy to be legally restricted by birth gender, which is pretty much a big ‘fuck you’ to anyone who has gone through the full transition process and gotten their markers legally changed.

I’ll admit, that was pretty depressing to read about.  But then again, this is one of those states where being transgender is not included as a protected status when it comes to discrimination laws.  So, technically speaking, if a company wanted to fire me they could just because I was trans.  Likewise, my apartment community could terminate my lease for no other reason than because I’m trans.

It’s a little terrifying at times.

Fortunately, I work for a big enough company that company policy is ahead of the state legal protections, and so I have at least a company directive stating that discrimination for gender orientation won’t be allowed.  My local managers seem pretty cool with it, as have been those co-workers I’ve come out to in person.

On the other hand, I try to avoid our apartment’s leasing office because one of the secretaries there has “corrected” people about my gender and pronouns — “kindly” informing them that “that’s a he” — in the past.  I’m the reason my family group can afford an apartment.  I don’t want to make myself too visible and become the reason we lose it.

Anyway, that’s all I’ve got for now.  Thanks for listening.

Today, in the life of Eren...

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