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How to Hit on Me

Oct 19 2013
Carey Callahan

Hello A.S.S.-casters. I’m going to start blogging here because my head is full of thoughts and you folks are who I want to share them with. I used to have a blog which really helped me weather my crazy twenties. I always feared I was over-sharing myself out of a normal existence. It turned out I totally was! Luckily normal existence came around, everyone became an over-sharer, we made up this podcast venerating the art of over-sharing, and now it’s ok for me to blog again.

I perform for audiences filled with earnest, good people, who have good politics and mean well. Often those people hit on me. This seems like it would be a good situation- I’m hungry for affection and companionship, there’s a pool of good people communicating interest- AND YET it’s not a good situation at all. The strategies people use when they hit on me often leave me scrambling to get out of there and find a burrito place to eat alone at.

 

Guys, turning to burritos for comfort because you need to get away from people is a major bummer.

 

So here’s some feedback!

 

1. Leave My Looks Out Of It

 

“This fucking dick,” you’re thinking to yourself. “This fucking dick is seriously gonna complain about getting too many compliments?!”

 

Yeah dudes. Yeah I totally am.

 

The problem with leading by telling me that you think I’m hot/cute, even in a conspiratorial whisper, is that the responses I have to give back to you are pretty limited. I can say,

 

“Thank you”

 

or

 

“That’s nice of you”

 

or I guess I could be an asshole and say

 

“People tell me that a lot.”

 

Now, you don’t really want any of those responses, and I don’t really want to give you any of those responses. You don’t get to know me and I don’t get to know you by having that exchange.

 

One thing I didn’t know when I decided to transition in a very public way was how obsessed with my appearance people would become. Some of it has to do with people wanting to be supportive and not knowing how, so when they see I’ve changed my facebook pic it’s a chance for them to demonstrate that they are on my side by leaving a comment like “LOOKING SEXY MAN” even when I look schluppy and high.

 

But when people who just saw me perform consistently want to talk about my looks, I feel trapped.  You probably just heard me say a lot of things on stage- you maybe heard me talk about being from Cleveland, about being into bluegrass, about my family, about weed, about having ADHD,  about having moved to the Bay and feeling like an alien around here, and yeah, you maybe heard about some sex I’ve had. Was any of it interesting? Do you have any shared experiences with any of that?

 

Unfortunately, having queer women tell you you’re hot doesn’t actually feel much different than having straight dudes tell you they like the shape of your ass. There’s nothing to say in response. You have a category of people you are attracted to, and you have established that as far as the visuals go, I fit into that category. But I have no clue whether you felt a connection to any of the non-visual traits I just offered up, and you’re not offering up a conversational path towards identifying any connections.

 

Which leads to the next tip….

 

2) Ask Me Some Questions

 

My podcast is basically interviewing people. I went to some grad school for becoming a therapist, which is pretty much interviewing people. And then to pay my rent I serve in a restaurant, and goddamn, all people want out of  life is a server who is interested in getting to know them. Interviewing people is the main social crutch that I use to navigate this hostile, nutso world.

 

So when people give me a chance to not be the interviewer, you do not even KNOW how grateful I am. When other people do some of the conversational heavy lifting I melt with gratitude. God, when people actually are so interested in something I say they have a follow up question- I just want to hug them. I just want to hug them and cry a little.

 

That being said…

 

3) Ask Me Some Questions That Aren’t About My Transition

 

Now, this one is tricky. I get that being trans people are interesting. I find us very interesting too.

 

But I’ve been living this whole life for a longish time now, and I’ve had a lot of thoughts and experiences that are only about trans stuff in that a trans person was in the room. (Me. I was in the room.)

 

I think about my transition all the fucking time. It’s the white noise in the back of my head through my daily life. It’s BORING. It’s TEDIOUS. It involves the most boring and tedious shit- money and doctor’s appointments and paperwork. It is a bummer.

 

I don’t want to talk about it all the time. I want to talk about Kanye West. I want to talk about Miley Cyrus.  I want to talk about what music is on people’s running playlists. I want to talk about where to get good pie. I want to talk about what the most fun spots to get a drink with an umbrella are. I want to talk about what a good next book to read is.

 

When people remind me that life is not all about money and doctor’s appointments, I’m so grateful and so interested in bringing them into my life. And you know what else life is not all about? I’m about to say something controversial. Sex. Life is not all about sex. So….

 

4) Please don’t try to sleep with me.

 

It pains me to say this. Because I am a lonely kid, and I’m not having sex right now, and I miss it quite a bit. We’re talking buying a body pillow levels of missing it.

 

And I believe in the project of sex positivity, and I believe it is a good thing to be able to tell someone you’d like to sleep with them.

 

HOWEVER- it turns out there are categories of people who get lots of people telling them they want to sleep with them because they are perceived to be sexually available. It turns out, trans people are one of these categories. In retrospect, of course hosts of sex podcasts are clearly one of these categories. I have made several choices that were unwise for someone who doesn’t like to be sexualized, I will pony up and admit that.

 

So I have had a summer of many, many people telling me they would like to sleep with me. It just isn’t cute anymore.

 

I’m not going to sleep with you if I don’t really enjoy talking about Kanye West with you. There’s no reason to think we’re gonna have a joyful, creative, affectionate time exchanging fluids if we haven’t had a joyful, creative, affectionate time exchanging ideas about Kanye.

 

If you assume that I’m sexually available, there’s probably a lot of assumptions you’re bringing to the table about who I’m gonna be in bed. But even if you are sort of psychic and have read me completely correctly- I want to be around people who enjoy lots of stuff about me, not just the sex stuff. Because I want to enjoy lots of stuff in life, not just the sex stuff.

 

5) Show Me the Less Impressive

 

One thing about the Bay Area is people are very impressive here. They went to very good schools, and they’re making it work in a very expensive place, so a lot of them have been published in impressive places, or have created a lot of impressive social change stuff, or are quite famous in a specific kind of circle.

 

It makes me lonely. I’m not particularly impressive. If you’re impressive, we probably can’t actually hang. I like slacking off and hanging out, I like bullshitting, I like goofing around.

 

On some level I want an impressive partner, the way we all do. But right now I don’t have the energy to keep up with an impressive person. I’ve got enough other things to worry about that really, I just want someone who helps me take a break from all that social tap dancing.

 

6) Tell me about some stuff you love

 

If we hook up, that’ll be what it’ll be about- sharing the stuff we love with each other. So how about we just start that off right away? Just tell me about some people you love, some tv you love, some food you love, some ideas you love, some shoes you love, some moments you loved. Even some gossip you heard that you love. And then yeah, ask me about some stuff I love. If we don’t love the same stuff, at least we reminded each other that loving stuff is a thing we can spend our time doing.

 

That’s it, that’s my guide to hitting on me. If you recognize something you did wrong in this list, don’t even worry about it. I’d rather you didn’t apologize, you didn’t know and know you do. That’s what reading blog posts by trans people is supposed to do. Now I’m off to buy that body pillow. Maybe a couple so I can get a little poly with it.