Red Headed Femme

Geez, you could be speaking for me, except I don't shave my legs--never have. (Have almost no body hair, and what I do have is sparse, blond, very fine. Old age has just about gotten rid of even that.) And I haven't cut or colored my hair since the sixties, though my sparse little rat tail is hardly long.

But what you say about speaking and talking among those one knows. I try--gently--to give the children I teach an alternate POV if I hear some bit of gender-assumption spoken as if it were truth. I also watch out for the kids who might be finding their way to an alternate lifestyle, like the two gay boys in sixth grade, though I am happy to say the other kids seem to be accepting it with a shrug, and when they hold hands right out in public, the teasing isn't vicious, it's the same teasing a het couple would get. Aftre all, this is junior high.

But I do think that quiet ripples in the water propagating out and intersecting is the way to make change without the thunderstrike of a rock into the pool, violently agitating the waters. Though, always, there is a place for the revolutionary front runners. But my nature is not to be one.