As a professional gay or career queer, I often have to use my gender and sexuality as an educational tool.
I work with youth and so I use it to show them that I can exist in my (very red) State and that there’s not one way to be gay. I take on a mentor position as all they need is that hope to keep on fighting.
I have made it known that if friends or community members have questions about gender and sexuality and they are not sure if it’s appropriate to ask a queer person that they can come to me.
With this - I feel like I have given away my identity.
In June, I went to go get a consultation for top surgery and my plan was to keep this to myself. It would be my present to myself, a little piece of my identity that nobody knew about.
But the next day, I was in the car with a younger queer adult and I was trying to get them to open up to me so I could make sure they were okay. And without thinking, I gave my precious piece of identity away. Of course it worked. they told me they were trying to get HRT and was looking online. They said one site they were looking at ended up being run by neo n*zis, which I was so glad they told me so I could get them better resources. So I know that decision was helpful but there was still a part of myself that felt like I betrayed myself.
I gave it away again at a talk, that I don’t even know why I did but I did. I was presenting on Pride Flags and how they brought joy to everybody, when I was done a man got up to ask me a three part question about: transgender students in sports, gender affirming surgery, and book bans. I tensed up, I was already so emotionally charged because of pride month that I went on defense mode. I shared my happy joy of my journey in defense of my community. I left that talk feeling like a piece of me was gone.
I love my job as it allows me to be a voice to youth who feel like they have no voice. I love being a mentor to allies, so other queer people don’t have to be barraged with questions asking them to explain their sexuality and gender.
But at the end of the day, I’m left alone with pieces of my identity spread across my State.