makes me happy.
As does this:
“Who can be here every class to take attendance?”
I would have never volunteered myself to anything that required 100% attendance, especially in college. No way. I study the individual who must either really like school or is one of those magical people who completes everything they set out to do simply because they decide to do so.
Let me tell you, Tokyo kids surprise me. All the goddamned time. And I love them for it.
I don’t know what I expected from the eager volunteer, but certainly not this lithe individual wearing a satin-back, black vest, formal white button-down with a very sharp collar, black slacks and black dress shoes. His hair is andro and fashionably asymmetric, sweeping down over one eye and his skin— more immaculate than any I’ve seen yet, like soft snow cream. As I take him in, I realize that he’s trans to some degree. Call it living with S through transition or frequenting any number of trans joints on two continents or simply that my radar doesn’t lie. Either way, I am in instant like with this volunteer (he volunteered perfect attendance, for fuck’s sake) and I wonder how free he feels to be him/herself.
Two weeks later, I walk into this snippet:
“Wow…this is you? You know, I’ve worn makeup before.”
I whiplash to the male voices and it’s my sweet volunteer’s surprised reaction to the guy sitting next to him, a nice kid but not anyone that I would have pegged as being particularly sensitive or open to donning dresses and getting made up.
“Yeah…my sisters really wanted to dress me up then my friends in high school did, and I thought, why not? By the way, it’s a cute pic.”
As he hands the card back to the volunteer, I peek at his photo, which captures the very essence of the ideal Japanese female (read: big eyes, soft features, small face = cute).
“Thanks…sometimes this is how I want to be.”
Sometimes a share about crossdressing or being trans can be that simple and without judgement.
I love this moment.
Neither of these guys lowered voices for this conversation as there’s nothing to hide, no reaction to fear if someone in the class happened to hear or see the trans talk or image.
For this easy acceptance, I love the younger generation.
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