I hate to bring up the dance class thing again, but this is something I can't stand.
Today I had to stay for the partner dancing. I had dreaded doing it knowing that I'd have to touch someone I wasn't familiar with.
The hand-holding was not what made me uncomfortable.
Before we even spun a circle, we had to meet our partners in the middle. There, you had to curtsy if you were a girl and bow if you were a boy.
I decided to bow, considering I'd never liked the feel of curtsying.
When I came back to my place in the circle, my friend gave me a look. "You're supposed to curtsy," she said ,"because you're a girl." Her words stung, burned, and left a scar. Even my friends could be ignorant.
After class, I started thinking about my time at school. How I'd changed. What I'd learned. Who I was now. Most of it, I disliked. It was the typically little things that people oversaw. The invisable people, the ghosts, who you never took into account. I make it my goal almost every day to see these people. Because maybe they're the "cool" ones, and maybe we're just blind to the actual popularity.
I also seek out people in the LGBT community. There are barely any in our school, which probably contributes to its complete disregard for a loose gender system.
No matter what their reason, I'm trapped here. And a few along with me. I think of us as birds, dull and forelonging, in a broken up iron cage. There is no lock, no key. Our wings are bullet-heavy. We aren't given food, so we eat the rust from the metal, slowly poisoning ourselves.
Until we're able to get out, go to college, move to someplace more tolerant, all we can do is wait and waste.
The world crumbles quietly on the soft, sick plumage of the gender-strange birds.
Though this post may seem dramatic, these are truely my views and I hope that one day we'll develop more as a system. Thanks for listening.
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