hey. hi. how are you. how has your day been.
mine kind of sucked.
it sucked because, hey, whether or not you like it or agree with it or believe it's possible, i'm a guy. i've identified as male since around may of 2010. i'm sure you're saying, wait a minute mack, i had no idea about this. what do you mean, identified as male? aren't you a girl?
no, i'm not a girl. i'm not, but a lot of people think i am. and that is why my day sucked.
every single time someone talks to me, they do so under the assumption that they are speaking to a woman. and, again, whether or not you believe it, people treat men and women differently. if i had a nickel for every time i've been told not to do something because it's a "man's job", or been called "sweetie" or something else like that instead of "dude", or been asked-- straight up asked, to my face-- if i was a boy or a girl (and remember, i identify as a guy!), do you know what i'd have? i'd have a shit ton of nickels.
and that sucks.
every single time i go to school, i go to school and people assume that i am a woman. you're probably kind of lost at this point, so let me take a minute to kind of explain what i'm getting at here.
imagine, if you will, that you are a cat. you know you're a cat, and perhaps a couple of your close friends know you're a cat, but it just so happens that because of a genetic mistake, you look a lot more like a dog than a cat. people treat you like a dog. they bark at you instead of meowing. your owner even feeds you dog food! but you're a cat.and when people assume you're a dog just because of how you look or what they might have heard about you, it makes you kind of sad. sometimes it makes you angry. you go to all the trouble of looking like a cat-- you wear a little bell and groom yourself like a cat and hang out with other cats in the hopes that maybe people will catch on and go "oh yeah, you're a cat! right!" but everyone still believes you're a dog.
that's what i go through every day. that probably sounds way overdramatic, but i'm totally serious. and every time you assume i'm a dog-- every time you say "she" when you talk about me, or call me "mackenzie" instead of "mack", or look at me weird when i talk about things like this-- you crush the safety bubble i've gone to great length to build around myself.
and i don't appreciate that. how would you, cat, like to be called a dog every day of your life, despite the fact that you know you're a cat?
it's not fun.
so i have a request for you. call me by the right name. call me by the right pronouns. do this one little thing for me, even if you don't understand it, even if it feels weird, even if you don't believe me or think i'm crazy or whatever, and make my life suck a little less.