Sometimes, passing feels like passivity

I’ve been thinking a lot about what Savannah wrote on passing a week back, especially this line: “We deny essential parts of ourselves in order to resemble ideals and stereotypes of our cultures [when we pass].”

I am wondering what a day without passing would look like for me.

It would likely be a day where I, quite literally, wouldn’t have to sit on my hands.

I’m imagining a Stim City. Or a stim-in, on a campus lawn. Rubber bands, tin foil, spinning tops, hands free to roam.