Invisible

I am not accustomed to the political side of transgender life, so my attendance at today’s Trans March was a new thing for me.

As you can see from the photos, in the course of my participation, I happened to lend a hand to a couple of girls who were carrying a banner, and was photographed doing so.

Not a good idea for someone whose family and friends don’t know about my alter-ego. I had some concern I would end up on the front page of the newspaper and so made a point of checking the headlines and video.

I needn’t have worried.

Nobody seems to care about us, not even those you might expect.

Let me back up a few steps…img_2339a-trans-march

Our well-known gay village is located on Church Street, one city block from our main thoroughfare – Yonge Street.  Saturday’s Dyke March and Sunday’s big event – the Pride Parade – march down Yonge Street, while our Trans March was relegated to a small stretch of Church Street.

Well, part of our bunch wasn’t having any of this 2nd-class status and defiantly took their march down Yonge Street anyways (having made accommodations with police in advance).  Nicely done.  That should have improved our visibility…

Remarkably, Toronto’s most progressive newspaper and television channel had nothing on the Trans March… not a word.  The newspaper continued to lament our mayor’s decision not to attend the main Pride parade on Sunday; the television report on today’s happenings interviewed people about the upcoming lesbian and gay events and discussed how the Pride movement over the past 31 years has affected their lives.  HELLO!!!!

I arrived at the parade site an hour and some before the Trans event, and found the television crew on scene, but actually packing up to leave just before the Trans March was to get underway, having filmed this nice but non-inclusive piece on gays and lesbians.

Bad enough to be ignored on the bigger Saturday and Sunday events, but to rate nary a mention at the very site of and on the very day of our own event (and to have an on-site tv crew turn its back on you) – well that’s a lot harder to swallow.