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 burns their eyes out by illegal fireworks.
It was life changing. The way it was explained. In a perfect way a child could understand.
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.
I remember a time when we all were talking about Mrs Mann. Why does she wear the clothes she does? They’re man’s clothes.
They heard this and offered answers. “I look like a woman but I wear mens cloths. Do you have any questions?”
We didn’t because we had no context.
That’s what I remember.
There was no way to understand this. But, I loved Mrs. Mann. I didn’t understand them though.
I learned a lot from them.
It was a moment before we appreciated the moment.
Gender is fluid.
Gender roles are thankfully not a thing.
Women are not barefoot and pregnant
Men are not unfeeling robots who pay bills.
Somehow this is lost on the older generations.
Certainly lost on me until I took a look at it.
I have such great confidence in the newer generations.
I support the idea of “them”. It means women aren’t immediately thought of as home makers, men aren’t immediately though if as providers.