Saturday, February 17th 2018
I ask the kids if I should get rid of this t-shirt. It’s navy blue with a flying heart on it. I like it it but it doesn’t really fit anymore (a-hem). They like it too, and my son offers to try it on. “How does this look?” he asks.
“It’s awesome, but honestly,” I say, “Because it’s been worn by me, it looks like it’s supposed to fit a woman.”
He looks in the mirror, “Oh yeah, I see what you mean.” And he takes it off. “I mean, there’s nothing wrong with that,” he says, “It’s just, I want to be recognized for the gender that I am.”
Be still my Liberal Snowflake Heart. My Woke Son strikes again. Praise be.