How a Potential Transgender Troll Taught Me a Valuable Lesson
Brandon Sherrod

In defence of Marcie

You, with a day job, stumbled upon a woman who may just be the woman of your dreams. Surely solely for music’s sake, for your yet-to-exist band.

Great! Good for you. Good for Chase, your co-worker with a day job and fellow yet-to-exist band member with whom you shared what reads as strangely homo-erotic eye contact, too.

Of course you go explore this woman. Could she really be the one preventing you from having awkward silences between Chase and yourself?

Apparently not. This “person” (as you identify her, but by what I can see she is a person without the quotation marks, somewhat like you have a day job and are “a musician”) sounds like ‘what could only be described as a nasally man who’d just had three cigarettes and swallowed the ashes singing over a keyboard loop’. This, obviously, is not the only option to describe Marcie’s voice; I am quite certain she’d bring some more nuance to the mix and personally, as someone who knows what a nasally man after three cigarettes actually sounds like, wouldn’t describe her voice this way either.

She (̶?̶)̶ obviously is not your cuppa. And that’s fine. We can’t like everything and everyone. After you stumbled upon her you could have just decided it’s not for you(r music); move on; let Marcie be who she is and, if only silently, wish her well while you look further.

Instead, however, you chose not only to make fun of her in your workplace but also online, pictures and all. She may not be the woman of your dreams, but she is a woman with a dream. We all have dreams.

Chances are Marcie has faced quite a few battles in life, if she is queer indeed (what I’ve seen from her she does not publicly identify as trans* or queer or anything so I won’t label her). These are battles you can’t even begin to comprehend.
There is the internal battle of recognising something within you that the world, at least initially, refuses to see. There is the battle of being who you are without being harassed (or worse). There is the battle of being seen as a person (instead of “person”) by society and not be mocked constantly. There is the battle to achieve legal equality which is far from a given.

You got your laugh, and now you hope we laugh with you. But it comes at the expense of a woman, and at the expense of a community who faces inequality, violence and mockery on a daily basis. It helps perpetuate the idea that some people are freaks. That they do not deserve to be who they are and be recognised as such. That they may not shine in the public spotlight if they desire so.

Transgender people are those who fall most victim to hate crimes. They have higher rates of suicide because they are often not accepted by larger society and frequently held responsible for a current Sodom and Gomorrah (which was never about queer folk to begin with but oh well). In some places they are literally stoned to death.
The queer community at large and transgender people in particular face many battles every single day, while the only thing they ask for is the right to be themselves, to experience love, live their dreams and to be let in peace. It is what we all ask for, no matter our background.

For many people this is a given, for some it is not. Think about that, and then see again whether or not Marcie, certainly not a troll, is someone to laugh about. Or rather, whether or not you like her voice and music, someone to be celebrated for her courage knowing she lives in a world where she continually faces attitudes such as yours and yet is determined to be who she is and proudly so.