I went for a job interview today. I thought I did well and I think they liked me but I’m super nervous. I feel like I didn’t articulate myself as well as I would have hoped, and I wasn’t specific enough. Er.
The term pegging really annoys the fuck out of me.
If you are queer, or trans, or have mental illness, or all of the above, you probably know something about the perils of presenting yourself as you really are. Dan-Savage-style coming-out narratives notwithstanding, many of us who are placed socially in these ways find that we cannot be completely authentic in all aspects of our lives. I definitely want to express myself, but I have to balance that against other needs, like being able to make a living in a capitalist society. If I dressed the way I’d prefer to, if I talked more openly about the times when my depression and anxiety prevent me from getting work done, I might find it harder to fit in, to stay attached to a professional group, to stay employed, than I already do. So instead, I wear T-shirts and cargo pants, and I let people think (at times) that I’m merely disorganized or not that committed to what I do.
In my opinion, it takes a lot of privilege to assume either that greater authenticity leads to greater happiness, or that the only reason you would leave who you are at the door when you step or roll into work is the formal, organizational structure of the place where you work.
I’m looking at a career in which I may have to try my hardest to pass as cis because my gender identity may “harm the therapeutic frame”.
Damn, I keep trying to explain this to people and have never been able to do it this well. ‘Be yourself’ isn’t a reality for most people. If it was, I’d be able to hide under my desk and wail and sob when my brain can’t handle day to day life.
Day 4 without my bike. I feel totally constricted and feel like I can’t do anything.
Reading recipes and thinking about the meals I’m going to make has become my main hobby.
You’d think I didn’t have any responsibilities.