Mixed Breed 7
© Natalie Schorr 2023
This is the seventh piece in my Mixed Breed series. I enjoy doing these with all the different parts, because we all are just a mixture of backgrounds, and that’s cool.
The small private university where I work is all about diversity and wokeness, to the point where I’m always walking on eggshells for fear of using the wrong pronoun and being ostracized for it. I’m trying to avoid pronouns altogether now.
My coworkers complain that no one understands all their identities. I get that, but it is a bit of a mine field. I try hard to respect all the ways they show up. They think they’re perfectly respectful, but at the same time they all seem to think that since I’m a Boomer that I must surely have been at Woodstock.
I was 8 when Woodstock happened. And we couldn’t ALL have been there.
I don’t get my panties in a wad over the error. My identity just wishes these fellow persons would not get the undergarments that these fellow persons may or may not wear in a condensed form when my identity misuses zir or perself.
Goodness knows I’m trying.