Last night during a post-dance
class pub discussion on changing identity, I was made to think a lot about how
my identity has changed over the years, Mostly, about how I see myself, and
about how to world sees me.
The thing is, right now, when
walking down the street, or passing through my daily life, I appear as the
epitome of privilege. White, middle-class, heterosexual male. This realisation
was a bit of a shocker for me. Other than the fact that I’m white, something I
cannot change, none of the others are things that I have been, or appeared as,
for my entire life. For most of my life, I've been - rather visibly, some sort
of marginalised group. I've been a woman, I've been in poverty, I've been
queer, I've been homosexual, I've been ‘alternative’. I've also spent most of
my life trying to appear ‘normal’. And now that I do, it just feels weird. I've always felt like I had been born with a freak flag etched into my forehead, but
I suppose that isn't true.
I think the most shocking of all,
was the realisation that I’m pretty much straight these days. I could never say
that I was completely heterosexual; I still find men attractive, and it is
likely I will have sex with a man again at some point, but the truth of it is,
is that I no longer have any interest in dating men. When walking down the
street, I no longer find myself ‘checking out’ guys. I seem to be adopting more
heteronormative behaviours and mannerisms. It’s all a bit alarming!
I still remember when I started
dating women again some years ago. The ability to hold someone’s hand in public
or kiss them, without the fear of having the shit kicked out of me was foreign,
but exhilarating. I was then, and still am, aware of the privilege this gives
me, and I hope beyond hope that in my lifetime, everyone will be able to experience
that, regardless of who they are or who they love. I also never have to think
twice about disclosing the gender of who I date when talking to new people,
colleagues, etc. I have to admit, that most of the time I like this.
I think this sort of ties into
some sort of ‘queer-invisibility’ issue. Despite my ‘normal-looking’ exterior,
I still feel like an outsider, an ‘other’, a deviant. And I know that I am. I’m
trans, I’m kinky, I’m poly. All of these things firmly put me in the ‘not
normal’ camp, but I no longer present as that in public.
As someone last night pointed
out, there is nothing wrong with all this. We ebb and flow, and change. Who
knows, maybe some years down the line, I will be something completely
different. But for now, I suppose I need to get used to the way the world views
me, how that affects the way in which I move in the world, and how I can use
that advantage to help others.
All the while, finding ways to
still fly my freak-flag high.