I have a fantasy.
Not a sexy one this time, although I do have many of those too. This one is about the trans folk I communicate with and the struggle many have being unable to work in their preferred gender presentation.
I don’t know how typical this is in the transgender world but the majority of those we associate with .. both tgirls and admirers .. seem to be high achievers. People who are very good at what they do, or have done, to earn a living. And the retired ones often came from exceptional careers too.
Professionals, leaders, creative people, entrepreneurs, salespeople, marketing folks, teachers, tradespeople; even those with less notable jobs have a spark that would burst into a four-alarm blaze given the opportunity.
If it were only possible to tap into this brilliance in some collaborative way.
We’re so connected these days that a ‘work from home’ situation is simple, thorough, efficient and cost effective, no matter where we’re located in the world, and I just know many might even consider a salary reduction until things got going.
There are also retired girls; some who left their day job way before they were ready to spend their days in a rocking chair just because the charade grew tiresome yet they’re now looking for something to sink their teeth into.
Do we all have any common marketable skill or knowledge? Probably not but what so many of us do have in common is talent and capability.
A collaboration could easily cross international borders too.
Imagine waking up on workdays, throwing on some lipstick and heels and digging in to the challenges of the day. I do this now to some degree but am well aware that a team can accomplish much more than the sum of it’s players. Even admirers might prefer to spend their days communication and collaborating with those they admire.
Are you ready for a change? Do we need to talk? Do we need to brainstorm this? Or is this a fantasy that should be filed next to the one with the two Victoria’s Secret models in nylons and heels and the guy with the huge bulge in his pants on the corporate jet headed for Paris?