Coming to Parliament

I'm not entirely sick of it, but the more it seems that the Parliamentary precinct is the only place that I can be myself and do my job, the more I feel dejected and depressed. Despite the drama over my crush on Chloe, I've been coming regularly for a few years, and The Dakumentary got my story across to that realm. People treat me well, and it's never become an issue that I'm wearing women's clothes in the highest place in the land. If an institution as notoriously conservative and hide-bound as Parliament tolerates me, it's completely baffling that VUW and TWOA have had notable problems, not to mention all the supposedly woke artists and actors in Wellington who insulted me when that was fashionable (not that many years ago). - Maybe identity politics is compounding the discrimination rather than alleviating it? How I identify is essentially irrelevant, as few people use the correct pronoun, but my expression is visible and relevant, regardless of my specific gender identity. I haven't had any significant resistance from the trans community regarding my identification as such, although there are obvious differences between myself and someone like Jamie or Emily. It's an umbrella term, as is gender minorities.