Junior Member
How Do You Identify?: Lesbian Femme
Preferred Pronoun?: ROAR!!
Relationship Status: Party of one with an avaliable chair
Join Date: Jun 2010
Location: Lakewood, WA
Posts: 8
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I don’t think of passing as straight as a privilege. True, no one cares when I enter a public restroom; no one hurls gay slurs at me when I’m walking around by myself. But I do get drunken idiots who assume I'm straight, and that they have a right to grab me. I have gotten cat calls and crude sexual comments that made me want to carry around a bat and curl up in a ball at the same time. As many femmes here probably have.
On the flip side (while I'm not Butch and would never pretend to know what that feels like) I grew up on the wrong side of the tracks, past the wrong side of the tracks. Clerks would follow me around in stores, would ask me if I was in the right place, or even kick me out. My face still burns at those memories and I have a hard time talking about my past. Of being judge instantly as a deviant or “un-normal” because of the way I looked and dressed, and where I was from.
People see what they want to see. Whether it’s as someone who fits society "norms" or not, both sides have their share of bad and good.
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"You see things; and you say, 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say, 'Why not?'" - Shaw
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