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[aesmael]

Sometimes it strikes me that, apart from about an hour total over two visits to the Gender Centre in Sydney, I have not in my life knowingly met a person in person who is other than heterosexual and cisgendered/sexual.

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[laura-seabrook.livejournal.com]

Oh, well I live in the Hunter Valley and have marched in the last, um, ooh, since 1996 anyway. Last two years I've marched with Amnesty International, which had a good response this year (and does have a message, rather than too much cleavage or way too much bum).

It just seemed likely that with "two visits to the Gender Centre in Sydney" you lived there (or nearby) , and it's unusual to meet someone who doesn't even go as a spectator (I haven't yet - maybe next year).

How did I find the post? I just looked at the friends page of tranny rage. I've found that community very helpful since I've joined it - it has helped me put the frustrations we have in perspective, and help me be more aware of alternatives.

Your post hit a chord in me as well. Before I arrived in Newcastle I only knew two gay people personally. A trans friend up here got me going to Karuma (HIV/AIDS drop-in centre) lunches to help out as a non-positive volunteer. Most of the people who went there were gay guys and I was frightened for the first few weeks that they'd make a pass at me or something (I only met one person there who thought I was a drag queen). But as time went on it became obvious that they were "just folk", guys who talked about sport and everything else, who just liked other guys.

Since then of course I've been involved with the local university queer group, gone to queer student conferences, been on marches and protests and so on. But everyday life (apart from the obvious) is much the same as it always has been.