So while I was ultra (ha!) stealth, I decided I was invincible, and applied to be a corrections officer in a the top 10 deepest red states. I’m not even sure, probably because as a trans guy, in the late 90’s/early aughts that I thought that was the best way to help my community? And I was overly confident?who knows. My sister cried when she heard I accepted a job.
Well, long story short, I’ll do a full bit about it sometime, I met some good people, and was compassionate enough to work in the protected unit and there were some trans sisters incarcerated there. And it made me realize how even though I was a deep stealth ftm, I could still empart my wisdom, empathy, care for everyone including the mtfs who I interacted with daily, and the fellow COs I worked with about treating everyone with respect. This was nearly a decade ago, but even as deep and red as the environment may have been, there were some good people. And also some invisible, queer folks as well. Also, acab til no cab. And maybe, as I start to tell more of my story as both part Mary Poppins part Paul Bunyan, I’ll lift some spirits and encourage those to carry on.