n.b.: I have a whole backstory as to my issues with the pride parade. After writing it all out, I realized that none of it really matters, as I have clearly overcome them this year.
It has been a long road getting here, but I made it: I marched in the Pride Parade this year. Having never attended the parade before, my ‘first time’ was to march in it, on the 50th anniversary of Stonewall. Go big, or go home I suppose. 🙂
Twenty years ago, when all my trans issues ‘came to a head’, my wife’s position was “This is your problem, not mine.” Her support / tolerance / acceptance of all this ‘trans stuff’ has waxed and waned over the years. She never signed up for all of this, and there have been more than a few times where she made that known. This put it on me to somehow ‘make it work’ and keep everyone ‘happy’. Happy, of course, is a very subjective term, and for many years, I described what we had as a sort of detente with respect to my needs and what she would tolerate.
Twenty years is a long time, and people do not stay together that long by mearly ‘tolerating’ one another. It is within the past few years, though, that I think the bigest change has happened. I became more ‘out’ at work, more involved, and that had a positive effect on me. I began to be recognized for being trans, and making a positive impact. I began to feel ‘good’ about myself and what I might have to offer others. That is not something easily hidden.
Getting laid off end of 2017 hit me hard, and it visibly ‘undid’ everything I had gained. I think that maybe for the first time, my wife saw just how deeply this all impacted me. I was not able to ‘tough it out’ as I might have in the past. It was one of the few times in my life that I acutely felt the dysphoria many trans people experience.
It honestly took all I could muster to put on a suit and tie, to do my best impersonation of ‘a man’ when I interviewed here at NYL. I was shaking when I left the house, but got it under control, and ultimately, I pulled it off. Two weeks after startng here, I reached out to ODI about ‘being me’ at work – and within a month, I ditched the ‘man drag’. I was aprehensive, but feeling better.
Fast forward one year here at NYL. I was asked if I was going to march with NYLPride. I said that I was considering it, but that I hadn’t decided. As my n.b. above mentions, I have had mixed feelings about the pride parade in the past. However, this was the first time in twenty years that I felt that I was at a place, personally, where I wanted to march. I felt a real sense of being a part of a group that acepted me, and I found that I was comfortable with the idea of ‘marching’ publically, and with this group of people.
Before even offering that I was going to march, I asked my wife, “Would you be interested in marching in the pride parade this year?” I honestly didn’t know what she would say. She took a few seconds and answered, “Sure, why not!” I was a bit stunned, but happy – and it became immediately clear that I could not back out now. I was going to march, and so was my wife. I then asked my daughter, who is home from college, if she and her girlfriend would like to march as well. There would now be four of us.
If my wife has said no, I’m not sure I would have gone… maybe I would have – who knows? For all the support I get at work, It cannot compare with the support of family.
And so after twenty years:
- with my straight(?) wife, holding a pride and trans flag up high
- with my bi daughter (and her girlfriend)
- dressed as a big ‘ol trans pride flag
- surrounded by a decidedly amazing group of colleagues and their families
I marched – not in the back, but up front – unapologetically owning who I am – perhaps more publically than I ever have before.
Here’s looking forward to 2020… 🙂
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