on silence, in silence
Paid account dies tomorrow. Sadness!
Day of Silence today. Was pretty chill. I'd been working like a mad motivated person all week to organise a big queer community get-together at the clocktower, and it happened, and now it's over, and suddenly it's like this huge weight is off my shoulders. Course, I also have to write like a mad thing now, but I can do that pretty well.
Spent my dinner money on comics. It only goes downhill from here, I suspect. Curse you, MI13 and your intense awesome. Curse you.
And apparently I am going to prom. My mother and friends managed to coerce me into it. Could be fun. My fabulous friend Lana agreed to help me figure out what to wear. And hey, it'll be on a boat, which I am sure will be a ridiculous amount of fun. Seasickness is the one kind of motion sickness I don't get.
Since it was Day of Silence - no longer is, as I am up late once again - I'll relate a vaguely irate anecdote to you, True Believers. Last Monday I properly came out as trans to my Tae Kwon Do studio, as you may recall. That worked out nicely - too nicely. On Wednesday I walked in, confident and feeling more comfortable there than I have for a long time, when Qwon Jong Nim calls me into her office.
There's a problem: her master instructor, who has final say in matters of protocol, isn't quite as supportive. He doesn't think it's appropriate for me to change gender titles, because it might raise an issue that could be uncomfortable for other students. God forbid anyone be made uncomfortable while learning a martial art, right? So I'm stuck with ma'am until I get a ridiculously expensive surgery and can legally change my gender and whatnot.
As I told Qwon Jong Nim: "I can understand, but I'm NOT okay with it."
I'll try again when I start hormones - whenever that is. I'm not angry at my master instructor; she's just simply following TKD protocol. I can't ask her to set aside her identity as a martial artist to fight my battles for me; I can't ask people to respect my identity if I don't respect theirs. But her master instructor... he had no one to answer to. He doesn't have to consult anyone. The blame clearly rests with him. I do understand where he's coming from - but I'm good at understanding. Just because I understand doesn't mean I like it. And I've lost a significant amount of respect for him because of this.
I know stuff like this happens all the time, often far worse than what I'm dealing with. That doesn't mean I have to be okay with it, either.
Day of Silence today. Was pretty chill. I'd been working like a mad motivated person all week to organise a big queer community get-together at the clocktower, and it happened, and now it's over, and suddenly it's like this huge weight is off my shoulders. Course, I also have to write like a mad thing now, but I can do that pretty well.
Spent my dinner money on comics. It only goes downhill from here, I suspect. Curse you, MI13 and your intense awesome. Curse you.
And apparently I am going to prom. My mother and friends managed to coerce me into it. Could be fun. My fabulous friend Lana agreed to help me figure out what to wear. And hey, it'll be on a boat, which I am sure will be a ridiculous amount of fun. Seasickness is the one kind of motion sickness I don't get.
Since it was Day of Silence - no longer is, as I am up late once again - I'll relate a vaguely irate anecdote to you, True Believers. Last Monday I properly came out as trans to my Tae Kwon Do studio, as you may recall. That worked out nicely - too nicely. On Wednesday I walked in, confident and feeling more comfortable there than I have for a long time, when Qwon Jong Nim calls me into her office.
There's a problem: her master instructor, who has final say in matters of protocol, isn't quite as supportive. He doesn't think it's appropriate for me to change gender titles, because it might raise an issue that could be uncomfortable for other students. God forbid anyone be made uncomfortable while learning a martial art, right? So I'm stuck with ma'am until I get a ridiculously expensive surgery and can legally change my gender and whatnot.
As I told Qwon Jong Nim: "I can understand, but I'm NOT okay with it."
I'll try again when I start hormones - whenever that is. I'm not angry at my master instructor; she's just simply following TKD protocol. I can't ask her to set aside her identity as a martial artist to fight my battles for me; I can't ask people to respect my identity if I don't respect theirs. But her master instructor... he had no one to answer to. He doesn't have to consult anyone. The blame clearly rests with him. I do understand where he's coming from - but I'm good at understanding. Just because I understand doesn't mean I like it. And I've lost a significant amount of respect for him because of this.
I know stuff like this happens all the time, often far worse than what I'm dealing with. That doesn't mean I have to be okay with it, either.