A friend of mine is visiting me for a few days. She lives in a part of the country not exactly known for being ultra-friendly as to trans girls. She’s at the point in her transition where to me (and, I gather, not just to me) she generally looks more like a trans girl than a genetically integrated girl. She’s pretty but in a sort-of-androgynous way. As for me, I’m quite obviously a trans girl too; few genetically integrated girls are 6′ tall, very muscular and have a jawline like Rambo.
Today, the weather in northern Nevada was miserable due to a harsh winter storm. It was half-raining, half-snowing, and it was very windy. Even so, I thought it was a fine day for a fast blast in my Audi Quattro, so as to take my friend to Reno so that she can enjoy the local sights as a tourist.
Here’s the picture of the car, taken on a sunny day.
“The “Quattro” in “Audi Quattro” means that the car has a peculiar type of all-wheel drive (as in 4-wheel drive) that’s extra effective in bad weather. I also own a Jeep Grand Wagonneer 4×4 but I gather the Audi can out-tech the Jeep in nasty weather, so I chose to drive the Audi today.
In these bad weather conditions, I figured that 75 miles per hour is a good speed in a 65 miles-per-hour zone. The Nevada Highway Patrol didn’t think so, and pulled me over to so inform me.
Two law-breaking girls, who are obviously trans girls, in a rural part of Nevada where both nearby towns are small towns, being pulled over by a very masculine officer on a day when you-know-who is President of the United States, and the Republicans are in charge of, well, pretty much everything … how will their story end? Life in prison? Being roughed up? Body cavity searches?
Nothing of the sort. The officer exuded the utmost professionalism. He was stern yet totally appropriate in every way. Then, after he’d seen that we were extremely well-behaved (aside from being speed demons) and after my paperwork was evidently in order, the officer was even commendably friendly yet without diluting his authority. This included expressing sympathy as to having delayed our journey, having reduced the ticket to a violation level that wouldn’t appear on my record, and the fine being a dollar amount that I can afford to pay without selling a kidney.
So, yes, there are horror stories elsewhere about trans girls being harassed unfairly. Those stories should be told. But, there are also stories of good people behaving appropriately, and those stories should also be told. So, yay for the Nevada Highway Patrol in Churchill County, Fallon, Nevada. They give me hope today, and it was also good that my friend saw how positive things can be.
Even though being “out” as a trans girl is generally a scary journey: in my experience, from my perspective, things are generally very positive.