Michfest 2007 : shuttle ride

I know I said I wanted to write from beginning to end about my trip but this memory pulls at me and I need to post this entry first.

I attended the femme parade with my long time friend and her mother.
We had lots of fun and at the completion decided to take the shuttle back to the WOC tent to plan our next event as we usually do using the WOC as our safe haven and recuperative place to met and exchange with those that have attended similar events or different and talk about what we missed or share different aspects of missed events.The familiar solace of communing with family.

We boarded the shuttle and it was very crowded.My friend was to my left and her mother was to my right.A Caucasian planted in front of me the left/heart side of him to my face/shoulder as my friends and I were on the seats facing front.The shuttle began its bumpy ride and the person in front of me wearing a thong that exposed its testes shifted from foot to foot to balance himself to keep from toppling over onto the woymn on either side of him that were seated like me and my companions.
I know the difference between a woymn stuffed for a butch/boi strut and some withered pink testicles covered with brown and graying hair follicles. I continued to look, stopping my conversation with my friend seated to my left , and as she looked at the vision before us she verified to me the person in question was true and male.

I wanted to shout

I wanted to rant about white privilege

I wanted to use both of my hands to cover the face of the elder woymn of color sitting to my right

I wanted to step outside of that transport before I would have to say something and risk learning that those surrounding me once finding out about the truth of the person in front of us would think him alright to have invaded our woymn born woymn space because he skin tone was just like thiers. That I and my friends were in the wrong for speaking out and against him being in this woymn only space and when I hesitated and dropped my head in silence he turned his back to us.Showing us his wrinkled buttocks that years of flagellation had scared his buttocks and thighs as well.

The shuttle crept to our stop and we disembarked in front of the WOC tent.

Refuge

Relief

Resignation

My lack of power in this place . I entered and sat on the first chair I came to and used both hands to cradle myself

In silence