Recently I visited regional universities twice (virtually) to take part in LGBTQ discussions. The most recent was as a guest of a sociology professor at her masters degree class at Miami University of Ohio. There were four of us there including another transgender elderly woman veteran and two cis gay men.
Along the way, the class provided us with a lively discussion. I had two questions directed specifically at me. The first of which asked what was “Crossport” which is the transgender – cross dresser support group I am involved with here in Cincinnati, Ohio. The only problem was, with a slip of the tongue, I undirectedly talked down to the cross dressing portion of our membership. With me, I have many “slips” so they are relatively common. Yesterday, I simply said the group dealt with transgender women and men all the way down to cross dressers. In no way shape or form did I mean it negatively but I am afraid it did. After all, I considered myself a cross dresser for over fifty years.
At any rate, I apologized and went on to my second question from a student asking what to do if they encounter a negative situation from a negative person in an assisted living situation. I of course replied it is one of my biggest paranoia’s concerning my future. My only answer was just to be the best ally you can be and provide as much support as possible,
Finally, I learned another fact I didn’t know from the other trans woman who was in our group. As one of the students who had worked in a hospice last summer told her experience of a transgender woman losing her fight to have her authentic gender on her Ohio death certificate. It seems, here in the backwards Repuglican stranglehold of Ohio, whatever gender is on your birth certificate automatically is placed on your death certificate. Even though the courts have declared Ohio’s refusal to change gender birth certificates to be illegal. Ohio so far has refused to abide by the ruling. Leading to yet another court case.
So, as you can see, I was part of an interesting, fast paced class and the hour went quickly.
Since my Mom was a Miami graduate there was more than a little gender poetic justice!