not a man but definitely a political animal

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Cake day: February 13th, 2024

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  • I wouldn’t say my situation is as intense as yours, but I’m currently not able to stop thinking about this coworker of mine at my last job who supported me through some of my roughest moments at work.

    A rehire started to work there, and on her first day, she bullied me and was very aggressive to me for seemingly no reason. This is a person I never met before. Since I’m black, I’m genuinely convinced it could’ve been a racist "micro"aggression. I was also the only black person who worked there at the time, and by coincidence, I saw that this rehire never treated anyone else like that while she was working there. A friend of mine who still works there told me she got fired recently for frequently missing work without calling in and apparently getting into an altercation with a supervisor, lmfao gottem.

    But anyway, on that first day this rehire started, I cried really hard, and the supervisor let me go home early. She felt a lot of sympathy and she knew that I worked hella overtime, so she thought it was a well-deserved early break. Also, my manager ended up talking to the rehire about her shittiness.

    Basically, when I got home that day, a coworker who I never talked to in any non-work context in my life texted me just to see how I was doing. She noticed I was crying and feeling awful, and she felt it was only right. This is the person I cannot stop thinking about for the life of me.

    She ended up being a major support for me during my last bit of time working there, not even just in work-related scenarios, but she was really validating and affirming as I was going through a lot of strife with my family because I had to cut them out over me being trans. She also was there to listen, support, and give very positive words. She was just so damn kind and warm in her words that it moved me like no other person on this planet has ever done before. I’ve been bullied my whole life since I was a little kid by all sorts of people: family, classmates, and even absolute strangers who just treated me that way for no good reason, so the fact that she was so positive to me just made me feel on a level I’ve never really felt. She had a lot of positive texts for me, but this one in particular is one I always come back to on those depressed nights:

    You didn’t upset me dw, I’m sorry I took so long to reply. I had a slightly stressful day… I hope you were able to get some rest and get the mental reset. I’m sorry you go through all of that, it’s tough and I wish ppl were more supportive of others no matter what 😞 And thank u for the kind words at the end, I think you’re a great person I hope u can see that too one day

    “You’re a great person” are basically words I have never heard in my life before this moment, at least not in a way this impactful and genuine, and this was rather recent.

    Bottom line is that I can’t stop thinking about her to this day, and I haven’t worked with her for roughly 5 months by now. We don’t talk regularly anymore, but I recently sent her a text to let her know I’m doing much better nowadays in terms of mental health, gender affirmation, and the quality of my job. A friend of mine (the same one who told me that the shitty rehire bully got fired) told me that she, this amazingly supportive former coworker of mine, got promoted, so I gave her a big congratulations on top of letting her know I’m doing well.

    She found my text really sweet, and she was so glad to know that I’m doing very well.

    I got that text from her 3 days ago. I am thinking about her constantly. I am having tons of fantasies about her. The “funny feelings” are happening in the usual places—the chest, the face, and the mind. I really admire her both inside and out, but I do not wish to pursue a relationship with her. I don’t even want to try, and that’s what makes the “obsession” I’m having right now hurt more and more. I want to get her out of my head, and I hope that can happen soon enough.















  • When I was a barista not too long ago, this older customer with an Israeli flag on his car asked me (androgynous, gender-neutral name) in the drive-thru: “What’s the name on your birth certificate?”

    That exact phrasing. Not even “what’s your real name?” or “what’s the name on your ID?” to achieve merely the most basic level of boomer transphobia. He wants to go way back to the hospital I was born at when my mom told the doctor to write this particular combination of letters on my birth certificate because he must know what that combination of letters is; that’s very vital information for him.

    I told him that the name on my name tag at work is my birth name (which isn’t true, but who cares? Not like he deserves a true answer anyway). Thankfully, he took it and drove off with his shitty decaf espresso.