i know i have enough privilege (white, currently-abled, dfab, conditional cis) to not have to worry about my safety as much as, say, tpoc, but i feel like i always have to be ready for shit. it’s weird cuz i don’t realize i have my hackles up til i enter actual safe space– and then my shoulders slip down by increments and my stunned jaw thaws. it’s like i’m so tense all the time that i don’t realize i’m tense til my body tells me it’s over.
every time i walk into the room where my qsa meets, it’s the same. i realize i’ve been holding myself in when i finally get to sit down in that small room filled with fabulous queers. those cats are just neon.
i joined my school’s qsa in october-ish; it’s been pretty fucking rad. also, there’re a bunch of trans* folks in my qsa– and i’m not the only nonbinary person! huzzah! i actually get to interact with cats whose pronouns are the same as mine.
i don’t know how to describe my feelings about hanging out with other nonbinary trans* folks in meatspace. it makes me feel real/safe/solid/shocked/excited/humbled! i don’t know. i just can’t explain it, but i bet lotsa you cats know what i’m talking about. like, i’m SOLID now. i might actually be a real person! and these cats always get my pronouns right; that’s pretty rare. pretty special.
also, all the cis folks in my qsa are lovely and i love them. <3 they make me feel safe and they seem to give a shit about trans* people. yay!
i’m rambling. sorry, folks! i guess it’s past my bedtime and shit, but i just wanted to tell you about my qsa; they’re a fucking neon bunch. glitter and plaid for all! g’night!
also, here’s a silly picture of some of the cats in my qsa: