I love going to the movies, especially as I’m now old enough to go to a Saturday afternoon matinee by myself. The clerk sits in a tiny, claustrophobic office by the door, with a clacky cash register and large roll of paper tickets. She asks, through a circle in the glass window, “How many, Miss?” “One, please,” I say. She hears my voice, just starting to change from clear soprano to a lower, raspier octave, correcting her previous reply with, “I'm sorry, Sir.” I want to answer that she’d gotten it right the first time, but am suddenly rendered speechless.
Shana Aisenberg is a full time musician, music teacher, composer, and writer. She often writes about her lived experience of being trans, non-binary, neurodivergent. shanasongs.com Facebook: www.facebook.com/shana.aisenberg