9QuietLessons

If you've been paying attention to the lgbt- and trans-focused subs the last couple of days, you may have noticed that there are multiple posts about the trans woman who was attacked on the street in France. While some of those posts focused on simply reporting the story, there are a selection of these posts that attempt to frame the issue as a racial one. In this case, the posts focus on the fact that her attackers were Algerian, and use that framing to drive both racism and religious bias.

This is not an issue unique to this single story. The same thing happened in the wake of the Pulse Nightclub shooting, and it happens every time a tragedy occurs that fits the purpose of turning white

Hey, don't worry. It's not a suicide post; I'm tough like that. If I ever die, it'll be on top of a pile of dead enemies.

I thought about making another account to get around my ban, but after using Nine Quiet Lessons as my nom de guerre (nom de querre?), it's as much my name as my real one. So it seems like my participation in the trans subs on reddit is at at an end and since I can't say these things anywhere else, I thought I would say them here.

First things first, I'm so fucking proud of you all. I want you to understand what I mean, so I'm going to break one of my rules and tell you a little bit about myself. I started transitioning in 2012, and I only stumbled on reddit thanks to a

"Don't you just love the IRS?"

/uj No lie, though. They let me deduct surgical expenses from my taxes. I think we're probably the only demographic that has a legit reason to love the tax man.

HER: "Happy to see me?"

ME: "Why, is it harder to tell?"

HER: "Well, when you put it that way..."

I'm moderately amused that there are now two degrees of separation between me and Laverne Cox, since my brother is doing a show with her brother.

...As long as it's not how many fingers you're holding up.

I had a situation this weekend where I had to use a voice chat program while playing an mmo. Usually, when that's necessary, I log on just to listen and coordinate, and try to avoid letting people hear my voice. But this time I was the second person to log on, and the first person was one of the other women in the guild. I felt like it would have been rude not to say something, so I wasn't able to avoid a short conversation while the rest of the raid logged in.

After a short exchange and hearing my voice, she said something to me like "Oh, you're actually a real girl! I can't tell you how excited I am about that." [About having another woman in the guild, I assume.]

I'm pretty self-consci

They seem to think that I'm my girlfriend's roommate or friend or something, and that she owns the house.

I'm not sure what they think happened to the "guy who used to live here." Maybe they think I've got his body stashed under the floorboards? I'm tempted to go out back late at night with a sack filled with pillows and bury it in the garden while looking around furtively.