I love field trips--even mini ones. Over the summer I would tell my campers (I worked at a summer camp) that we were going on a field trip even if it were to just walk down the hallway and ask to borrow something from another class. I would say field trip only because it still, to this day, gets me excited. So when Chris mentioned field trip, I was definitely juiced.

I just wasn't expecting the field trip to be another reminder of my identity as a queer brown genderqueer. Don't get me wrong, Justin Spring, put on a great presentation but it brought up too many thoughts in my head somewhat unrelated to Mr. Phil Andros. 

For one, it'd been a long time since I had felt so young. Waking into that room, with all the older faces, I reminded myself I wasn't the only one. It was like a sea of white male privilege scoffing at my broken brown skin. I felt young and I...