It's Magic

The weekend of Capital Pride, the granddaddy of all LGBTA events and as the weekend approached I knew it was going to be, well, event-filled.

Marcie had plans to work on her name change process and since I had just recently been through it, I offered to join her and wait and wade through all the red-tape known as social security and she took me up on the offer.

I took off work Friday and after my therapy session with the man-goodness also known as Todd, I headed into Virginia to meet up with Marcie at the social security office but traffic kind of put a damper on all of that. We ended up meeting at a bar/restaurant called Hops- mmm, nice dumplings.

But by the time we finished eating and started down the road to the Social Security Office it was closed. So basically I was no help at all but you could just call me a happy hindrance. So instead of getting things done we found ourselves heading back to her place to rest before we went to MAGIC (a local transgender support group)

And you would never, ever guess at what made that weekend for me. The most jammed full, event laden weekend of my life and one thing stuck in my head as the most memorable…Marcie and I were alone for the first time since she started dating Jamie.

I collapsed on her bed, tired, ready for a nap and she fell beside me; I wrapped my arms around her and sighed.

This time was different than the first time we were alone together. Marcie and I knew each other. She knew my feelings, what I liked, what I didn’t like. Holding her that day was the most relaxing few moments I have ever had.

I had already called her my sister but that was actually the first time I really felt it; I knew then, I would do anything for that girl.

Jamie was going to go meet us at Marcie’s place and we were all going to go to Magic together and I almost felt a bit of frustration when she called to let us know she was on the way. “Taking away my Marcie time, ugh.” I thought to myself.

“Tell her to make sure she knocks so I can put my pants back on again.” I joked as Marcie got back up to answer the phone.

And just like that my Marcie time was over.

And although I felt totally satisfied with my life and the friends that I had made, I was still interested in meeting others, helping others when I could so, this new support group, I thought would be perfect. Sure I didn’t know what to expect but, the day I began to live as a woman I didn’t really expect anything either.

It was nice meeting all the other girls. I was actually surprised at the range of ages that was attending the support group but I was most taken with each and every story they shared. It reinforced something I was beginning to understand already, it reinforced the idea that everyone is different.

Just like the transgender community is a subset of the world’s population and when I say just like, I mean Identical. We are straight and gay, bisexual and pansexual, we are social and antisocial, we are loving and spiteful and each person had a story to tell as to how they got there at that moment in time.

And because of this diversity we are bound to come across people that we do not necessarily hit it off with, as was me and another girl attending that night.

At the apex of the bathroom hysteria I had already had a run in with a drag queen about that very same issue. (If you think there was some animosity there you would be correct) And no I was NOT hurt or angered by his opinion, I was disappointed in myself for taking this cross-dressing man at face value, as one of my own, as a family member.

To set the record straight I could not care less about people’s opinion on the matter; we each are entitled to an opinion. In fact some of my closest friends sit on the opposite side of the fence as I do on that subject and it does not bother me in the least.

It is when family does it, when family argues for the side of ignorance, for the side of injustice that makes my blood boil. If I cannot trust family, then who can I trust? Right?

And to be further stated, I consider the LGBT community as my family. Sure we have conflicting agendas at time, sure there are a few wacked out, aging, trans-hating loons vomiting hate all over everyone but when pushed came to shove they seem to always be there (kind of like the brother that just beat you up and then turns around and stands up for you against the neighborhood bully.) Like I said, family.

Oh and you may be wondering about MAGIC, you know the title of the story I am writing, the support group I was talking about… It was awesome, I met a lot of great people and we had a late night dinner at Silver Diner but sadly, sometimes with the good, comes the bad, I had a little run in with one of those family members that just doesn’t understand what being family is all about…(yea, yea, not only did I end the sentence in a preposition, I ended the story with one also)

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