I had a third grade teacher named Mrs. Mann
They taught me ancient Egypt mythology, Greek mythology and read from a book that had its protagonist, a happy go lucky kid burn their eyes out by illegal fireworks.
I loved Mrs. Mann, and now I see that this person was trans. Back in the 80’s.
I remember they were called a “her” at assembly. Yet, They wore a tie and pants everyday. And corrected ppl.
I was young and didn’t know anything but now I remember and appreciate the moment.
It was a moment before we appreciated the moment.
Back in the day, I made a snide comment at a young age that Mrs. Man was actually a her, but I see now how wrong that was.
Gender is fluid. Somehow this is lost in the older generations.
Certainly lost on me.
I have such great confidence in the newer generations.
You’re so much better!