Upon a long and rocky shore
I looked out screamed ‘at last no more’
A frail and broken cry that grew
Into the sea which never knew
The pain that welled within my heart
Cold and strange, through unknown part
The sea so blue, so fresh and true
Couldn’t listen to the words I threw
Gentle roaring, surf sublime
My voice catching, salted brine
Ne’er to reach another ear
Though I’m shouting very near
Sea so blue, so brown, so green,
Windows but no truth to glean
Washing forward like a tide
But my truth it won’t abide
Though I long to join the sea
My belonging there shall never be.
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I had a conversation the other day that has really stuck with me. I’ve not been subtle in my desire to connect with other queer professionals in my industry. I had a chance to sit down with one last week.
To say that the conversation was helpful would be a profound understatement. Unfortunately, I’ve been somewhat downtrodden to learn that the frustrations and negative feelings I’ve been having lately are shared.
Some people say misery loves company, I don’t know if that’s true or not, but I certainly wasn’t happy to hear I had company.
One of the things that really has affected me, is that I don’t often feel respected or heard. In a lot of what I do, professionally and personally. I have tried to put myself out there by volunteering and I often find myself even in queer spaces relegated to the corner whenever my opinion differs from anyone else’s.
I’m not a real enough woman to be heard as one, I ‘gave up’ being a man so I’m not worth respecting like one.
I’m lately feeling so very lonely and voiceless. It’s incredibly frustrating. I find my gender identity and ‘differences’ are used as an example as to why I’m not worth listening to, or aren’t part of some team, or aren’t worth listening to long enough to make a point.
I find myself often spoken over and ignored.
The part of my conversation last week that bothered me the most? Thirty years into her career and she’s still struggling with the same thing. With better poise and grace no doubt, but still struggling to be heard and listened to at times.
I’m already so tired, I don’t know if I have that much fight left in me.