Sometimes i forget how working at home has shaped me in my liberatory journey.
Working at home is such a privledge, in so many ways, but today i’m thinking about it wrt the gaze
Working at home, i don’t have to participate with the gaze of culture. I honestly forget, sometimes, how this has contributed to my growth in this life journey as trans.
I am grateful that in my days, the gaze from others isn’t in my attention, and doesn’t have to be in my attention, because people only see me from my upper chest upwards.
I am grateful to have the privledge to wear dresses and not get shit about it. I am grateful to not get shit about my tits, that don’t match cultures expected gaze.
I am grateful to not have to care about how my tits look, or more specifically, my nipples.
I am grateful to dress in any way i want, to not “pass” one way or another, with regards to the gaze of culture, who has dictated what a “woman” looks like or what a “man” looks like.
I have so much choice, working at home.
I notice the difference, when a client comes in my house, and i dress differently to hide my chest, because i know how much importance the gaze has in this culture, and is tied to capitalism (earning money).
When i go out into the world, i notice a difference. A placating to the gaze. And, that can be fun, when i am in choice about it.
And, i have immense privilege, because these days i mostly feel in choice about it, as i am in spaces and places with people who honor bodies and expressions, not tied to identity.
and of course, phew, i am so privileged to pass, with just small adjustments from me, in the way that culture accepts me, and i have to name that.