There must be half a dozen transgender children here—it must be fantastic for them to meet others like themselves, and for their parents even more so. One kid in a dress—I have no idea what might have been under it or which way s/he was going—was there with Gramma who was not only very supportive but an activist in Portland. Another is here with his/her father/grandfather who is the traditional rather scary guy-with-a-beard-wearing-a-dress, the likes of which supposedly give the rest of us a bad name. Or at least a bad visual.
Yes, even I, and I am one, can be judgmental and prejudiced.
I’d like to see the conference gear up to include adults; most tracks are limited to under 21, People of Color, family of trans kids, etc. Maybe I’m just burned out on it all. And the lesbian energy? Holy
