Homecoming and the Schools

80% rap music + male clothing = an unhappy tgirl at Homecoming.

I was really hoping that I would be able to put aside the total mismatch with my clothing to my identity and just enjoy the evening. Maybe, if the music had been somewhere approaching tolerable, I could have. As it is, not so much.

Seeing all the girls in their dresses was frustrating. When you’re in guy clothes, the only questions you have to ask are “what color shirt?” and “what color tie?” That’s it. No choice, no variety, no fun. Just plain, simple, and horribly fitting. Having lost weight and come out to myself since the last time I wore them, they didn’t fit me physically or mentally.

Dresses, though! Dresses give so many options. Length, fabric, style, flair, cut, everything and everything can be worked with. I desperately wanted to be able to wear a dress—a nice, long, flowing dress, probably one bare shoulder, in a blue or a green. My hair would have been in curls or up in an elaborate bun.

I often wonder how the school would react to a “Homecoming [Drag] Queen” rather than a Homecoming Queen. I mean, doesn’t every school have a quirky member to fit every little niche? You’ve got your flamboyant gay, your football gay, your country girl with an accent, so on, so forth. I realize that’s horribly stereotyping, but I’m trying to see things from the perspective of my school. Would it be okay to have a transgender girl (tgirl)?

That actually begs another question I’ve been wondering. Our school displays the pictures of all the valedictorians and salutatorians on a plaque in the hallway outside the main office. Assuming I get one of those, which I’m fairly sure I can pull off, would they put up my picture if I took it as Alexandria? Our principal is a Southern, traditional kind of guy—I wouldn’t put it past him to declare that “obscene” and refuse to put me up there, or even bump me from the top stop for “disciplinary reasons.”

Are the schools of America ready for transgender boys and girls?

I don’t have an answer for you. I don’t have an answer for me, come to think of it. I just really, really, desperately hope that when I go to college, I’ll be passable enough to go to Homecoming in a beautiful dress without raising eyebrows. I don’t know how many dances I can go to as a man and retain my sanity.