This morning my partner Liz and I had a new refrigerator delivered and it was a clown show.
First of all, the refrigerator was damaged. Since our hands were tied and we needed cooling for our food of course, we have to wait two more days for another unit. So we accepted the one which was delivered.
The clowns who delivered it weren’t done though. We paid extra for them to take the old refrigerator away and they left it. When questioned, they said they couldn’t get it past the gate the new one just came through.
I just couldn’t accept the fact the whole process would have been different if there would have been a “man” in the house. I felt helpless to provide much backing.
I know “back in the day” as a guy I could have made a difference. Overall, I still wouldn’t trade where I am.
I knew going into my transgender transition, losing my male privilege’s would be the most difficult part.