Wearing Sherri Hill |
Paul David James before, Cathy Marie James after |
Wearing Boston Proper |
By Missy
Greetings! As a visitor to Stana's site and some of the blogs on her list (especially Kandi's Land) for a while, I finally felt comfortable enough to share a story from this past year. Thank you in advance for taking the time to read it.
Here's my brief introduction:
I have been fortunate for the past couple of decades to teach at a school that supports me. Beyond the classroom, my work includes coaching, advising, committee work, etc., but I have also tried to always be an advocate for students simply being themselves. I don't need to tell you how difficult that is for people of any age... but I believe teenagers need extra support when we can give it. My oldest daughter came out to my wife and me while they were at college a number of years ago and recently let us know that they are non-binary. That experience has given my work as an educator even more meaning.
The reason for sharing this small episode through Stana's site is simply out of "sisterhood." We are both educators and I appreciate her efforts. And... I just figured it was worth the effort to connect and share with somebody beyond my own circle – something which Stana clearly supports on her blog.I have crossdressed for as long as I can remember. In the instance of how much time it would take to give the entire background, I will skip over my full history. But like most of us, I have had highs and lows and there have been numerous internal debates and battles with boundaries as I have worked to learn more about myself and find my comfort zone. Let's leave it at that.
With so much LGBTQ+ news getting both positive and negative attention in the media, I decided to be a part of the conversation in my school community by throwing caution to the wind last year. Over the past year and a half, I took the opportunity to be more fully myself in public and join students for their various "themed" days and events at school. This opened the door for some really fun "costumey" opportunities like Britney Spears, Mother Goose, Wednesday Addams, Taylor Swift, Barbie.
I am pleased to report that in addition to quite a few turned heads and subsequent discussion, there was almost complete support from both my colleagues and (more importantly, perhaps) my students. Or at least there were no actual difficulties... and there were some good conversations. And as I'm sure you all know, there was also a personal "freeing" factor that came along with these opportunities. Given the nature of many schools around the country, I continue to feel extremely fortunate to be in such an open and accepting community.
But... those are just costumes, right? Part of the ongoing struggle is trying to determine what "feels right" and how much of one's self can be shown on a daily basis. And so, as prom season 2023 neared, I pondered and internalized deeply and came to an important decision. That is actually the story to which I was initially referring, by the way... but I figured at least some setup was necessary, so thanks for playing along.
The 2023 prom story is told below via the email exchange between me (in red) and my Head of School (in blue). Very little of the original back-and-forth has been altered... only some names and school references. Here goes:
Hi Chief.
Heck of a year. I'm pretty much ready to wrap it up with a bow.
Before that happens, of course, are the festivities – my favorite of which is prom. A lot of my colleagues call me nuts to chaperone the event every year, but I love the atmosphere... I love the free-spirited joy, I love sharing the laughter, the smiles, the music (most of the music, anyway), the pageantry and I simply love being with students outside of the classroom. Plus, I was granted a "lifetime prom chaperoning pass" upon stepping down as a Dean a few years ago, so I might as well use it, right?
So... here's the thing.
I've been thinking about it on and off and then on and off and on again, but there was a strong resonance over the past week or so, which you echoed in our recent text exchange. I wholly believe in my own advice that I promote to students. Be yourself. Our school has, for the most part, allowed me to unabashedly be myself. I'm pretty sure you have enough evidence of my efforts to that effect.
As I have shared with you, my oldest daughter often had a bit of a hard time being her best self during her time at our school because of the somewhat homophobic corners of the community. She is beyond that now and knows and loves herself much better, but as a colleague reminded us recently there are lots of students who need support, safety, kindness, and role models on their journey to being themselves.
So therein lies the purpose of this email. It's in my nature to "ask for permission rather than for forgiveness," as the saying goes. Honoring the promise I made to my daughter (which I mentioned at the end of the Day of Silence this year) to try to be a better advocate for our LGBTQ+ students... but in all honesty, to also be true to myself, something like this photo (right) is my plan for prom, because... well, it's a part of me I embrace and have fun with, and which I feel our community has also embraced.
In theory, this shouldn't be any big deal, right? In fact, I'm hoping it doesn't even come across as "asking permission," but rather just a heads up... and the chaperoning will simply go on as usual without anything being out of the ordinary. Odds are strong that there will be a wide array of student fashion choices anyway, that run the gamut with regards to how many of them will present themselves, so should engaging with students in this manner really be of any concern?
I don't want to be phony and I would rather we not seem hypocritical with what we strive for with our students through our mission statement. I see this as a total "putting my money where my mouth is" opportunity and to paraphrase a recent student's presentation, I don't mind being vulnerable because that's how all of us will learn and grow.
To be clear, I'm not looking to take anything away from students; I'm not looking for self-attention and this isn't a "coming out party" by any means. I simply want to share the night and some memories with the students, but it's also a chance to remind those that need support that I (and we) see and hear them, and that we "get it." But... I think it will be fun, too, in the spirit of "you be you."
I also don't see this as "my prom" so I'm not planning anything over the top, but rather just dressing for the occasion as any chaperone would do for such an event. The few opportunities earlier this year during which I dared to be myself were received very positively by the community (from what I could tell) and supported, especially by the students and colleagues who bothered to say something and a few parents who went out of their way to let me know that they appreciated my efforts on behalf of their children. That meant a lot to me. At least there was no backlash of which I was aware, but one never knows what goes on behind the scenes. Thus, I am hoping that this would be just more of the same.
If, however, you do not feel that the time or place is appropriate for whatever reason, I will respect and stand by that decision because this is a want, not a need, that I think has the potential to help our community, especially during Pride Month.
Whew. That wasn't easy to write (and I didn't know if I was ever going to hit send), but I had to do it and I feel good having verbalized it. I appreciate you reading an email of this magnitude, and as always, I appreciate your support in my daily workings at school.
Please let me know your thoughts, so I can plan accordingly. Thank you.
Hi _______.
This is easy – sure!
Thanks for checking (which I view more as a sounding board that comrades rely on one another for – to “check our own weather report,” if you will). Thanks also for the openness and candor. I’m honored.
You embody our mission, core values, and mottos through your actions every day. And while your craftsmanship as a master teacher is inarguable, it’s your authenticity and the joy you bring to school that allows you to build such great partnerships with kids, colleagues and families. Prom is meant to be a joyful, fun celebration and I love the idea of you embracing and having fun with it.
As TB12 would say, “Let’s GO!”
Thanks Chief.
I appreciate the quick response and your kind and affirming words… and your accepting forecast of my “weather report.” [:-)]
Let’s GO, indeed.
Hope you enjoy the rest of your weekend.
And that was that, dear readers.
Once it was cleared with the powers that be, on the afternoon of prom, I let all three of my children know what I would be doing, via this note, accompanied by that email exchange with our Head of School.
Hi kiddos.
When you have the chance, please read the thread of the conversation between me and ____ from a few days ago.
Tonight I'm going to be a little brave, a little vulnerable and have a lot of fun (I hope) and hopefully, do a small thing to help out an important part of our community.
I just wanted you to hear it from me first so there's no mix in the message... and hopefully you simply "get it." Meh, might not even come as a surprise to you. [:-)]
Thanks for reading. Love you a bunch.
Dad
They were wholeheartedly cool with the idea as was my wife (she has learned along with me for the past 30 years). I am blessed with children that understand the need to be supportive of others, empathetic and as open as possible.
Two of my children are starting their careers as educators this year and I like to think that this was just another lesson for them.
Oh, the Prom itself? 100% Amazing (photo right).I won't lie. I have dreamed of being fully dressed for an event like that for a long time, so I went all out and loved the result. And as has been the case, my colleagues were fantastic and most of my students embraced my choice... or at least were tolerant, which was a minimal expectation.
A few students obviously wanted a photo or two, and many asked why I was dressed as I was. Thus, I got to talk a bit about my daughter and their struggles while at school and how I was choosing to use one of my "superpowers" to hopefully raise awareness of the difficulties that come along with personal gender journeys, the need to pay attention to mental health, and again... the importance of simply trying to be yourself.
But I'm also pretty sure many of them knew that it was an indescribable night for me, too. Now well into my 50's, I think about the "you only spend time on this big blue and green ball once, so make the most of it while you can" mindset more than ever.
So that's the story I have wanted to share with a wider audience for a while. I still try to keep some things somewhat private, but sending this note to Stana was potentially therapeutic. I have also been thinking about Prom 2024 for a while, so... we'll see how that plays out.
Thank you again for taking time to read part of my evolving story.
Missy
Wearing Michael Kors |
Kevin Kline femulating in the 1998 film Wild Wild West |
Transgender Day of Visibility and Easter were a perfect match. When I realized they were the same day, I thought how better to be visible than to go to Easter Sunday Mass en femme.
Mass was at 9:30 AM, so I had to get up early to get ready. Shaved, showered, made-up and dressed-up, I was out the door at 9:10 AM for a 10-minute ride to church.
It was chilly, so I dressed for winter, not spring and wore my Venus plaid blazer dress, dark hosiery and Nine West black high heels, the same outfit I wore for my Christmas card photo. I skipped outerwear because I would only be outdoors briefly – between my car and the church.
The church parking lot was very full, but I managed to find a spot in front of the church.
Mass was about to start, so I did not hesitate and exited my car and walked quickly into the church. Inside, I found a seat about halfway down the main aisle next to a couple of middle-aged women (I assume they were mother and daughter).
I did not recognize anyone, but it is not easy to recognize people just seeing the backs of their heads. I am sure there were people I knew in the church having lived in town for over 40 years and being very active in a town civic organization. Anyone I knew would probably not recognize me (girl me looks nothing like boy me), however, they might recognize me as a trans person, so I did my part for trans visibility.
Being Easter, Mass was longer than usual and lasted to almost 11 AM. Exiting church, I exchange smiles with a lot of people and I recognized a few, but they were not people I knew by name – just people I’ve seen around town.
A priest said goodbye and shook my hand on the way out and I was quickly back on the road and back home 10 minutes later.
And so it goes.
Wearing Elie Tahari |
Femulating at the Kottankulangara Festival. |
Wearing Tory Burch |
Wearing Altuzarra |
Simon Hanselmann, award-winning Australian-born cartoonist |