The Musing of a space Brane

So, one of the things about being trans in public is getting 'clocked'- i.e., having someone figure you out for being trans. It's certainly something that causes anxiety, for sure.

As for me, since I know I don't exactly pass (my voice is a dead giveaway, at least in my head), I've accepted it and I'm owning it as a 'clocky doll', and wearing accessories that say "this person is trans", like my hair ties, socks, and pins.


I'm saying this, because there's a thing in the trans community (I think) that is "we know our own", and I have a way of silently communicating this to those that I personally clock- I hand them a keytag. Specifically, this model.


We have to look out for each other in this world, because we can't be certain who will.

In the nearly 15 months since I got the new printer, I've cranked out.... goodness, nearly four or five dozen of the tags. A bunch of them have gone to people in the one discord server I'm in, and I've handed out all but about fifteen of them. Today I handed out three more of them to people at the ren faire. It's a positive way of me saying "hey, you aren't alone, and you are now part of an informal group that cares about you."

This is also one of the few times that I've clocked a trans man, and that was even more euphoric for both of us. (Granted, it took me a few seconds to cotton on to it, because as I was picking out the shield he did mention that it was "in our colors", and I kind of missed that initially.)