I officially registered as transgendered on the census. The census guy I talked to was AMAZING.
I mean, technically, it's a refusal to answer the question, with an official note at the bottom, but still. It feels surreal knowing that in 70 years, there will be some record, of this time and place, and of who I was at that time and place. I didn't realise refusing to answer the question was an option until the census people informed us that they were redoing the count for the entire house and we basically had to fill it out all over again. And I did it by phone, and I asked him, at the end, to include a note that I wanted to Queer The Census, and he added the note, and then asked me if I wanted to be M or F, and I said I want to be neither, and he said he'd change it to me refusing to answer the question and add the note as to why.
It's a simple story, but I feel like retelling it as many ways as I need to - as I want to - as there can be told.
I feel like of course this is nothing and of course this is everything, all at the same time.
I wish I had a more poetic way to say any of this, but I don't.
