The Other Side of the Store

baggy khaki shorts

Those baggy, khaki shorts.

When I went to the store, pretty much my biggest (and I had thought, up until then, irrational) fear about shopping on the side marked “Men’s”, was realised. Basically, a very rude sales clerk kept mentioning that I was on the “Guys’s side”. It went WAY beyond simply letting me know (the store wasn’t very well divided so I suppose some people might have wanted to know). Despite that, I bought the shorts. And for the 5 minutes before they disintegrated simply from putting them in the washing machine, I was in heaven.

I won’t go back to that store due in part to his trans/genderqueerphobia but also due to the crappy clothes, but none of this is as important as what happened psychologically for me that day.

I walked the other side of the store. My worst fear (okay, second worst to my parents seeing me there) about it actually happened. And I survived. Came out better, stronger, happier. My WORST fear happened and my biggest thought was “what a jerk and isn’t it sad that he lives in such a colourless, binary world?”

Buying those shorts opened the floodgates of possibility and I now shop entire stores comfortably. As I write this, I a FAAB (female assigned at birth) and self-identified genderqueer am wearing garments that were marketed to both binary genders.

This genderqueer stuff is all pretty new to me but it’s also exciting (and scary, I’m not out to ANYONE IRL yet).

— Seamus