This is a Really Real Post.
I’ve had this post floating around in my head for most of the day.
Little bits and pieces of it coming to me, but for the most part I’ve been unsure how to put it into words. Now that I’m putting fingers to keys I keep writing and erasing because nothing I put seems to fit quite right. Nothing really gets to the point I’m trying to make.
Maybe it’s because I haven’t figured out what point I’m trying to make.
This week as soon as Wonder Woman shared the article pointing out that J.K. Rowling is a TERF, I deleted the Harry Potter game I had just started enjoying. I’m kinda bummed that I haven’t read some of the newer books, but now I never will. I won’t get into the politics of it, I won’t get into an argument about it, I just won’t support a person who follows that many people who hate my fiancee just for existing. I won’t support a person who very likely, herself, hates my fiancee just for existing.
For those who aren’t aware of the terminology, TERF is Trans-Exclusionary Radical Feminist. They have a lot of hatred towards trans people, trans women specifically. I don’t really want to spend this post writing about it, but feel free to do your own research.
Before I started dating Wonder Woman I wouldn’t have worried about this, though. It wouldn’t have been a blip on my radar.
Just like before I came out as some version of queer, I ate at Chick-fil-a, and didn’t think twice.
Just like before I lost my wife to suicide I used the phrases committed suicide and Russian Roulette and did the finger gun to the head bit.
Once we know better we do better, hopefully.
Sometimes, well, often, we learn more because the world hands us a big helping of life experience and we have to take our head out of the sand.
I’ve gotten a few messages from friends who feel that, because I’m trans-adjacent, I’m a good person to ask about Harry Potter this, or J.K. Rowling that. I appreciate that the discussion is being had. I’m glad they care enough to think about it instead of moving blindly forward with their head still buried. Please keep the discussion going. But the fact is, each of us has to decide what we’re comfortable with. Just because I deleted my game and won’t read the books I haven’t read yet, doesn’t mean you’ll make the same decision. And I won’t tell you to.
But I also won’t tell you it’s fine if you keep doing it.
I’m still not sure what my point is.
But it really pisses me off that now I need to figure out how to separate the author from the world I spent my pregnancy engrossed in. I have fond memories of reading those books, fond memories of falling asleep to the movies with my late wife.
But that doesn’t change what I’ve learned.
And now that I know better, I’ll do better.
2 thoughts on “Head In The Sand”
Ugh. Well. That changes things. Hopefully Pokemon Go isn’t an issue. It’s very similar, albeit slimmed-down in some ways, game. I’ve found it very helpful for mental health. I was trying out the HP version, but that…is just wrong. So, Pokemon Go solo it is, it seems.
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Pokemon go isn’t related to the problem and is a game I still play as well. It also gets me walking and helps out my mental health.
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