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so the other day my teacher pulled me aside and said:

Teacher: “Explain to me why you use ‘he pronouns.’  Forgive my ignorance.”

Not even like, “will you explain to me?” or “please forgive”.  Just a demand to explain to her, and to forgive her for asking.  Just an overwhelming sense of cis entitlement.  I responded, full of metered sass and without skipping a beat.

Me:  Explain to me why you use ‘she pronouns.’

Teacher: “I… uhm… well… you know… I…”

She stumbled through her words for a good thirty seconds, clearly stunned that I would dare ask her the same invasive question she just asked me, before continuing

Teacher: “Well… because I’m a woman I guess…  [thoughtful pause]  So… uhmm are you saying that most people just take the pronouns that society assigns us because of gender?”

Me:  Something like that.

Teacher: “So then… do you identify as a man?

Me:  I don’t identify as a man, I am a man.  I use “he pronouns” because that’s what feels right for me.  People of any gender can use any pronouns.

Teacher:  “Hmmm!  This is interesting.  This is all soooo interesting.”

She said with a tone of “don’t you agree?  You are such a fascinating specimen!”



I responded with the exact sense of boredom and irritation I felt with her

Me:  Do you want some resources?

Teacher:  “Oh yes! I love learning about new things!”

Then, since it’s an acting class, we did mindfulness and concentration exercises for the next 30 minutes.  I was left with my own anxiety brain replaying the situation over and over and being acutely aware of how disconnected from people I feel when things like this happen and how disempowered I felt leaving the situation even though I totally handled it like a boss.

All in all, it wasn’t the worst interaction.  Like, she was entitled as fuck, she described me as an ~interesting~ “new thing” and she asked me personal questions instead of googling or.. I don’t know DOING SOME CRITICAL THINKING BY HER GODDAMNED SELF since she was clearly capable of sorting it out on her own within a minute (I hardly even spoke!).  But over all she wanted to learn and she was smiling and whatever.

But as soon as these kinds of things happen, it puts me in a place where I can no longer make a connection with that person, I can no longer feel safe with that person.  Like, we can be acquaintances.  We can be friendly.  We might even hang out now and then.  But I will probably never be able to connect with you on a real, deep and vulnerable level.

It’s painful enough to have to compartmentalize myself to become an educator with people I barely know.  But if I let myself get vulnerable with people who might later put me in that educator position… it just hurts fifty times worse when it happens :/ 

I should also clarify about “girl!”

being called “girrrrl/girl/gurl/queen/femme/sister” and similar things DOES NOT FEEL OKAY COMING FROM JUST ANYONE.

It feels good coming from folks who really genuinely get my gender, and are using that language to affirm my identity as a queer femme man and to cement my membership into communities of queens. It feels good when I know that “girrrrl!” doesn’t actually mean “you’re a girl!” But, instead, means “you are a fem/me-as-fuck boy queen and I SEE YOU!”

When that language comes from people who are using that language because they assume they are in a group of women and/or that I am a woman, it feels TERRIBLE and misgendering.  And it’s one of the most awkward things to wiggle out of because I have to feel like an asshole when, after you excitedly call me “GIRL!” or “SISTER!” or “GIRLFRIEND!” I have to be like….

uhmmm.  actually…. no. 

At least not in the way you think.