you open your eyes. you see sting rays and dolphins and angler fish. from the dock, you see someone you know. the issue is that her hair is wrong. that isn’t the same swimsuit she wore last summer. she’s a marine biologist this time. she always wanted to be.
you close your eyes. you open your eyes.
the forest out back looms ominously over another one this time. she’s leaning back in a beach chair on a grassy lawn. you’ve been at the edge of this stretch of woods before. this is where you built the museum. the thing in the forest threatens to overwhelm you. it painted the ground red in another time. you were never good at sports.
you close your eyes. you open your eyes.
another one. her voice is gentle. she sings the sad songs you use to hum along to in your heavier moments. is this a biography? you didn’t know she lived in the desert. perhaps she doesn’t. you only think she does because she seems intimately familiar with the scorpions. you hear her sing over the sound of rain elsewhere.
you close your eyes. you open your eyes.
you undress and get into the shower with them. you don’t recall getting so hot. you don’t recall the water being this cold. are you still in your bathing suit? it’s become a part of you. you feel yourself slip into the drain. the sting rays surround you again in a technicolor sea. the water is too clear. too blue. it smells like chlorine and fatigue.
you open your eyes. it’s yesterday. it’s tomorrow.
yesterday my first table at work was 4 complete shitholes who yelled at me twice before i even took their food order and almost made me cry. before they ate, they all bowed their heads to pray.
so on the top of their receipt i wrote “hebrews 13:2″ and they went WILD. they LOVED IT. they tipped me over 20% for my “education fund”.
hebrews 13:2 is “do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by so doing some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it”, and i really hope they got home and looked it up and realized that i am, in fact, a petty fucking bitch
People being angry about ~dem gays~ on Target’s Facebook.
I just want to give my two cents on this and tell you a story.
A couple weeks ago, I was hired at Target. I have a job at Target. Not a big deal right?
It is a big deal because i’m a transman.
It doesn’t take a genius to conclude that it’s hard for me, my brothers, and sisters to get a job. There are legal restraints regarding the job and if you don’t pass, it’s hard to be taken seriously at a job interview.
Right on the application, it asks what your preferred name is. It also asks if there is anything that target should know. I put the fact that I am a transman, expecting not to get a call because usually when you put that down, people will throw out the application. I got TWO interviews.
At the interview, they asked me about it. I told them I am on hormones and they told me that they didn’t care. Not in the sense that they don’t emotionally care, but that it didn’t matter. I was male and that’s all that mattered. They also told me that they give sex same couples benefits in states that do not recognize them as a married couple.
At my job orientation, I was not misgendered once. Even my supervisors who weren’t sure of my gender avoided pronoun use, which I found only happens when you’ve had pronoun training. They gave me a name tag with my preferred name and didn’t ask questions. I felt safe and respected, which is huge for a trans* person.
TLDR: Target is amazing not just for the LGB, but also the T. Shop there for the rest of your life.
people didnt know how Pro-LGBT Target is. I will always shop there
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