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All change! (trans need not apply)

I guess it serves me right. No sooner do I gird myself up to write, in some detail about issues raised by an employee refusing to allow a trans woman into the trans changing rooms in Macy’s, then Nemesis, always listening, ups and bites me in the bum.

Bras to die for

Yesterday, with two hours to kill between meetings, I was happily shopping my way down Oxford St. Lingerie shopping mostly and, since John Lewis in Peterborough had, in the end, turned out to be so helpful, I swung into John Lewis Central London.

Some lovely stuff on display, and was instantly in love with their range of t-shirt bras. Clean lines, minimalist pattern, a wonderful range of pastel colours. I was about to say no frills: but actually not the case: they mostly came with ribbon inlay and/or added (decorative) buttons, which worked well with the overall simplicity.

Enough!

Shock! Horror! (Tranny alert!)

I was very happy with the way I was treated by the floor staff in the lingerie department: happily picked up a couple (of bras!) to try on, at which point… the bottom fell out of my afternoon.

Noting that I was about to head to the main (women’s) changing room, one of the assistants looked worried. “Oh”, she interjected. “Perhaps you should use this changing room”, indicating another smaller room away from the main facility.

Huh? Outed, put down and made to feel like total shit in just one sentence.

“Why?”, I challenged.

“I don’t see why she can’t use the main room”, the other assistant added sweetly (for which I am seriously grateful). So:

“Well, er, OK”. The first one grudgingly allowed, before following me to the changing room and standing bulldog guard outside my curtain.

I tried on the bras. But my heart wasn’t in it. My day was utterly spoilt and I was on the verge of tears. After, I approached the department manager, who was apologetic, but added comment along the lines of: “its not about you. Its just that some people might object”.

Ah. I wonder if John Lewis also maintain a separate changing facility for jews and persons of non-white origin in case their BNP shoppers object?

Also added was some stuff about how I might be embarrassed. Really? I guess if I was I could have made that known: they could have asked before assuming.

So tomorrow I shall be complaining. Loudly. To their head office. And I shall be wanting some very serious answers, because this is not the first time.

Because the last time I had to endure this sort of indignity, phrased in almost exactly the same terms, was back in 2010 in a totally other branch of John Lewis. The similarity is too great. It really does seem to me that they operate a transphobic policy – and if that turns out to be the case, I am not going to hang about before resorting to the law.

On what happened yesterday, I’ll concede that it is possible – as some posters have suggested – that it is actually store policy to lurk outside changing rooms for reasons of helpfulness. In this instance, I may have interpreted it as more sinister than it was given the original insult (and the fact that there appeared to be no-one lurking outside any of the other changing cubicles.

All growed up – and not taking it any more

Otherwise, what happened back in 2010 was a near carbon copy. I was welcome to try on garments – but assistants directed me to another changing area altogether. Then head office excused this with almost exactly the same wording – about how some folk might object.

Back then, early days, self-deprecating, mostly asking permission just to be, I went along with that. Today I’m bloody not. As I said (politely) to the manager: its none of her business what I have in my knickers (I was good enough not to threaten to drop them in front of her)…but irrespective of that, the main reason I haven’t bunged in my application for a gender recognition certificate (and thereby obtained my full legal recognition as female) is that I haven’t had time to look out the paperwork.

It doesn’t matter. I’m female. Which is what it says on my NHS records, Tax records and soon (when I replace the old one), my passport, too. And I am very, very angry.

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Measuring the hate…

OK. I couldn’t resist mixing it with the commenters on yesterday’s US story: the one about the Macy’s employee fired for not letting a trans woman use the ladies’ fitting rooms.

It’s a useful exercise, not least because it highlights what the big barriers are to trans acceptance.

For me, the one that sticks out a mile (and this is backed up by a post here) is fear and women’s desire for women-only spaces. All very well tearing down the gender binary: but until the walls are down, I, too, have some sympathy for that concern. It needs to be addressed: education and engagement to clear up the froth: and not just slogan shouting.

I also have a suspicion that in the US, as opposed to over here, the trans umbrella casts a wider shadow (can someone explain?)

To begin with, I wasn’t too happy with the comments: they certainly come over as just that bit more vicious than what goes in UK papers nowadays. But counting up, only about a quarter were anti-trans – and some of those were possibly just being literal.

You decide.

The gender binary

First up, there was a certain amount of refuge being taken in the gender binary, mostly (interestingly) from the guys, accompanied by the view that this was all about sex and kink. This was summed up by Bill in Houston who wrote: “Sorry kids, but this is STILL A MAN. No matter what you lefties prattle on about, making excuses for his kink, this is STILL A MAN.”

Explicit support for this, with or without the language, came from half a dozen others, but it ran through a lot more. One – rrr – also appealed the DNA argument.

The opening post, though, from SEK questioned (perhaps reasonably) whether a man wearing make-up & women’s clothing is transgendered.

Women’s spaces

Fairly prominent was the claim to women-only spaces, with a number of women just objecting to sharing.

Concerns mostly put modesty before safety, with Jackie worrying about bisexuals (sic) going into the women’s dressing room with the intention of “peeking for the fun of it”, adding that “the purpose of separate dressing rooms is so that those with male parts cannot see female parts or hints of female parts”.

Cindy spluttered that this was “violation of privacy” and “offensive”.

The safety issue is intriguing, as just one woman (richeyrich) appeared to raise it on her own behalf, while three worried about men around children. As citoldu put it, she “doesn’t want a man in my dressing room or around her “half dressed little girls””.

Now that IS interesting, since it suggests that women, left to their own devices, are fairly savvy about their own safety – but the omnipresent paedophile fear is something that works against the trans community (anything not “normal” instantly equates to deviance ).

For the guys, it is about chivalry (or control, if you prefer). Three owned up to feelings not dissimilar to those confessed by Grifer who “would be uncomfortable as a man allowing my daughter or wife to go into an area with a man dressed as a woman”.

An added twist was provided by Bart-1 who wondered “what if this was regarding a public bathroom?”.

Solutions

A couple supported “an “alternative” changing room for transpersons”. A couple more found humour in the situation and advocated opening up all spaces to all genders. Not sure they were being serious.

PC gone mad

There was a degree of support for the fired employee. Helen wished we weren’t “so PC” and wanted “to express our opinions without the fear of being sued by some nutcase”.

Uraculpa saw it as “them tryibg to shove their gender issues down our throats”, while duffer talked of the country having “plummeted into the abyss”.

Abusive language

There was a fair amount of abusive language. Take your pick from “nutcase” (Helen) “a psychological problem” (Uraculpa) “deviant” (Brian), “perverts” (OIF Vet), “freak” (Jim and BC) – or perhaps the individual should just “go to psychologist” (jj).

On the other hand, one could almost feel sorry for Deuchon Mandik who posted, rather pathetically: “Just a bunch of weirdness. I don’t like it one bit”.

Veiled threat

There were, too, the usual veiled threats – though only two outright ones (maybe the moderation is better over in the US).

Murf opined that “Quite frankly, i can see where a man whose female family members are in the dressing room might be upset that some dress wearing guy is back there lurking around”.

natalie was more explicit: “Transgender better stay out of womens bathrooms. We have real men in the south that would handle situation pretty quickly”

For those depressed by the above, take heart. There was one lovely post by Irene:

I work with a transgender person. She is obviously a man and dresses as a woman. I have to admit it was uncomfortable being in the restroom with her at first. But they have a right as a human no matter what. I don’t like the idea, of it all but I cannot treat her any differently because she is human and because I am a Christian, I believe we should treat everyone with respect and love one-another even if they are different. After all we all are. Nobody is the same.

jane
xx

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Wow! Wow! and thrice wow!

Good news!

On the leisure centre front, no less.

I sort of expected things to be OK. But I was a little worried as I picked up the phone to speak to the centre manager this morning. Didn’t matter that I hadn’t done anything wrong. I still felt like I was one element in a problem she’d had dumped on her desk – and therefore that put me on my guard.

You know the feeling: even crime victims are a “problem” of sorts. Because they require the police to attend, use up resources, and so on. (I know, I know…but I’d guess most of you reading this also know very well what I’m getting at).

For once, I was wrong. Totally, utterly (and for that, full marks to Leisure Connection, who run the centre).

I was sort of expecting a grudging compromise. Or worse, a slightly weaselly “we sympathise, but {insert bureaucratic excuse here}”.

But no: pretty much the first remark was: “well, there isn’t an issue. You have a right to use the (women’s) changing room.”

End of.

Oh.

So?

No. That’s it. I have a right to use it: the centre will back me. They are happy to chat to GIRES for advice. They may do a little bit of beefing up their equality and diversity notices around the place (good!). They will also stick up more prominently signs about abuse and threats of violence (also good!).

They might take up my offer of talking to visitors – but there was no need for me to “explain myself” (very, very good, though I said I’d be happy to frame any talk as more broadly educational, on transitioning and trans issues in general).

And that was pretty much that.

She was aware of ONE previous remark made by a female customer, who had politely inquired whether there was a bloke using the female facilities. On being told that I was trans, that individual apparently went away happily.

But it re-assures. There is no groundswell of women going to management behind my back and expressing “discomfort”.

There may, on the other hand, be one or two blokes being “uncomfortable” on behalf of their poor defenceless women!

So that’s that. Stand down the cavalry: I’ll be back at the centre (nervously, I know) in a fortnight, when its again my turn to take the boy to swim.

Other than that, if anyone else out there is ever in a similar position, I refer you to this EHRC page, which a friend and regular commenter on this blog reminded me of yesterday:

Just click the link about “Access to changing rooms”. It feels pretty comprehensive – and also fairly straightforward.

jane
xx

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Aftermath and stepping down…

So, anyway…

The police came and went. They spoke to the guy from the leisure centre. He presented himself as “very apologetic”. He wanted to meet with me and apologise. (Yes, maybe, eventually: but no way soon).

He lobbed in a googly along the lines of “he found me threatening”. Huh? Like, sure: when he first approached me, I was standing up straight and therefore had some height on him.

By the time we were in the manager’s office, I had gone into retreat mode and was curling up in a corner.

Like: how hard is it for him to get that if you live every day with even a mild threat of someone having a go…then being confronted by someone who says not once, but three times “do what I tell you or I’ll hit you” is really rather upsetting.

I so don’t deal well with direct confrontation. I held together whilst he was in the room…but after…I went very inward. The brightest point in the whole day was the assistant at the leisure centre (if you’re reading this, Kate, you’re an absolute star!) who bustled in, gave me a hug and made me a cup of tea.

However, the police seem to have dealt well with this. The guy has had explained to him that if he has an issue, there is a way to deal with it, which involves speaking to the leisure centre management and getting them to handle stuff.

On his side, I picked up a possible cause for irritation, which is he apparently told the police that he HAD made representations to someone in the hierarchy…and they appear to have done nothing and ignored him. That will cause trouble: no doubt about it. If true, it is a bit of a negative against some part of the council bureaucracy.

And wholly believable. My own experience of a lifetime of complaining is that many, many staff in organisations just don’t believe you’ll do anything…so get highly surprised when I return to the fray with a writ.

There will be meetings in the future with officials from the centre, with officials from the county council and, I suspect, with those who “feel uncomfortable”.

Help!

What the hell is that about?

If there were people stripping off in the changing rooms, I could possibly see that as an issue. I certainly wouldn’t strip in front of any stranger at present…for very obvious reasons. But people don’t strip – and there are masses of (lockable) cubicles.

Am I missing something? Otherwise, the only thing I can possibly see is that at some remove the “logic” goes… tranny = weird sexual being = danger around children. Which is so far removed from any sensible take on reality I find it hard even to get my mind around. But what else is it?

I have spoken to GIRES (yay!) – an organisation that deserves support in every way – and I may be talking further to the leisure centre to make sure their diversity policy is both publically obvious and includes transgender. I have a sneaking suspicion that it consists of a printed statement on a board somewhere and it DOESN’T include trans…will have to re-check.

Otherwise, will keep people posted.

jane
xx

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Pulling it back together

Well, the police have been and gone. They were good. Positive. Stepped through the incident and very carefully teasd out the precise level of threat.

No: the guy didn’t touch me. No: he didn’t step menacingly toward me. Nor did he especially get in my face. It was verbal intimidation, with no real trading of insults. We managed to keep that part of things civilised.

Well, as civilised as it gets, with some creep calling you “he” and alluding to this as being all about the clothes. Bastard!

I did a little bit of law-checking immediately prior to the police arrival and it confirmed for me the degree of bureaucratic stupidity in the current legislative arena.

The officer attending had heard of the gender re-assignment Act and therefore of Gender re-assignment certificates. So he raised some questions in respect of that.

Except that my legal protection lies not in the GRA, but in the Equality Act, which makes gender re-assignment a protected characteristic, and counts you as transgender from the day you begin treatment…or possibly even from the day you commit to beginning treatment.

In other words, the GRA doesn’t helop much at all: if anything (as I will be writing further about next week) it muddies the waters further, by creating a secondary “test” around gender.

Anyway, I’m getting off the track. The police were good. Gave me a card (again) and suggested I call if I felt in any imminent danger. They intend to investigate further, but I think they understood that this was not the way to do stuff.

If the guy at the leisure centre had a prob, then it was for him to raise with the centre management, who could then have spoken to me. It was not for him to intervene directly: absolutely not for him to use words to the effect that if I entered a particular space, I would be thumped.

Even if “he didn’t mean it seriously”. Double bastard!

Six months of becoming confident in myself – and now I am fearful about going out. I will. I am no way going to stay inside my house. But I can map out exactly how its going to go. A half hour or an hour of intense jitteriness. I feel that now. Slightly hyper. Slightly nervous. Scared. Angry.

Then it will subside. Except that the streets won’t feel quite as safe as they have before. I’ll be looking over my shoulder a bit more. Checking people out.

Damn!

As for the leisure centre. Where’s the logic? (And so far, I have no criticism whatsoever for them!). If his partner and his kids are made “uncomfortable”, then they can always use the disabled facility…

But what of the Saturday morning dads who bring their daughters to the pool? Where on earth do they get their kids changed? Oh. I guess they do so in the blokes’ changing area…which is far more open plan than the women’s. Fewer – if any – cubicles.

And, of course, they expose their young daughter to the gaze of “real men”: the testosterone fuelled variety. So, hey!

Having a tranny in a “women’s changing room” where most people change in cubicles anyway is more uncomfortable than undressing a six-year old girl in front of a room full of men?

Either a) he hasn’t thought this one out or b) he has some very strange ideas about safety.

Hmmm. It strikes me that there is probably a much deeper analysis that could be applied to this. Something about male territoriality and how its OK for proper men to view young girls but not for non-men to do so? Weird. Complicated.

But for now, I am calmer. Will report back when we see what the police do.

jane
xx

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