Christianity Is Still Transitioning
(I’m a 21-year-old transgirl living in Cape Town, and I work for a chain store as a cashier. In every aspect, I look like a typical brunette white girl, except for my voice, which is somewhat deeper and far more raspy. I can’t change it much, no matter how much I’ve tried. Because of often negative opinions on LGBT people in South Africa, I keep it to myself. I know English, Swedish, and Afrikaans.)
Me: “Hoe gaan dit met jou?”
Customer: “I don’t speak that!”
Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am!”
Customer: “Are… are you futa?”
(“Futa” is short for “futanari,” a type of Japanese chick-with-a-d*** p*rn.)
Me: “No, I’m not.”
Customer: “Why your voice so deep, then?”
Me: “Laryngitis as a girl, ma’am.”
Customer: “Well, I think you are futa. You are boy!”
(My female Xhosa coworker comes over.)
Coworker: “Is there a problem, ma’am?”
Customer: “Yes! Why this boy look like a girl?”
Coworker: “Because she is a girl.”
Customer: “Humph!”
Me: “Have a great day!”
Customer: “Bye, [trans slur]. And f*** you, you [racial slur]! I’m a Christian! F*** you! God hates you!” *storms off*
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