TransGriot note: Just in case you're wondering who the transwoman is with the boxing gloves on, that's Thai kickboxer Nong Tum, whose story was told in the film Beautiful Boxer. One of the things our enemies and potential assailants presume to their detriment is that if a transperson is placed in a confrontational situation, we're just gonna acquiesce to the verbal beatdown (or worse) that you want to inflict on us.
Au contraire, my misguided friend.
I still chuckle about an incident that happened while I was out and about in Montrose one night. I was hanging out with one of my transwoman girlfriends outside an iconic Black gay nightclub then called Studio 13. Three white males rolled up in a truck and blocked the club's parking lot exit access to Westheimer Road. Two of them got out of the truck and started uttering anti-gay and anti-Black epithets.
Two female illusionists literally got in their faces and read them like cheap novels to the point where we were laughing at them. The 'macho' men took a swing at one of the illusionists, who not only ducked the incoming punch, but proceeded to administer a beatdown that these boys will never forget. It only ended when security pulled them away from the silly boys. They left bruised, battered and anxious to scurry back to their truck and run back to wherever they came from.
But the point I want to make to those peeps who think it's cute to throw eggs at transpeople on the street or pick fights with us, better chill with that. One of these days you are gonna mess with the wrong transsistah, or pick on someone who's already had a bad day and they are gonna go Matrix on you.
I'd also like to warn you up front that you are jacking with someone who has a little more strength than the average female and on top of that is on estrogen as well.
And if you think you can get into a dozens playing match with us, try again. I was on a TARC bus one day a few years ago and ended up having to defend myself against a Black teenaged male trying to show off in front of his girlfriend and his buddies.
I used to play the dozens for fun in junior high and still keep my skillz sharp jousting with Dawn and others. When I retorted that "It's not every day I meet someone whose brain size and penis size match," idiot azz was so dumb his homeboy had to translate for him the fact I was not only calling him stupid, but insulting the size of his male organ as well.
After his homie pointed that out, his girlfriend and the whole bus started laughing at him. Embarrassed, he jumped up from his seat in the back of the bus and called himself ready to trade blows with me until I got up out of my seat. Then his Mini-Me sized behind discovered I was a very pissed off 6'2". I gave him a lethal look and told him to go sit his prepubescent azz down before I made change. Don't start none, won't be none.
Hey people, all we transpeeps want when we're out and about in the world, especially when we're having a bad day is to be left alone to live our lives in peace. We are not looking to be the butt of your tired jokes, insults, or picked on to make you feel more like a 'man' or a 'woman'.
If you disturb that peace, be prepared to face the consequences for doing so.
