Saturday night, at my usual steampunk/neovictorian event (unnamed this time because it occurred to me I don't want to appear on a Google search for that), I was talking with one of the vendors for a while. She was telling me about some performance in Boston she attended where they ripped up a Bible, with the obvious expectation I would approve.
Next morning in church I was telling my pastor how I go to a regular costume event where people wear neovictorian clothing, and he was telling me how weird I was. But, he said, it's what makes me me, so it's OK. Later I was arguing with one of my Christian friends about referring to a trans woman as she when she's not there to hear it, me taking the "call her what she wants" approach and him taking the "wrong genitals" approach.
Sometimes I really do feel like an alien everywhere. As a Christian though, I should be expecting that. In the end, this world is not my home.
To be fair, I spend most of Saturday night hanging out with two pleasant, nice, beautiful, (married,) belly dancers, one of whom is an Christian. So that was a very nice evening, and I expect we will continue being friends in the future. And Sunday, another of my Christian friends was agreeing with me about the use the pronoun the person referred to prefers. I really shouldn't complain. It just seems like there have been a whole lot of these episodes recently, like every time I go to a steampunk event.
Also a confession: Saturday night, the vendor had a cold and packed up early, but when she packed up I was enjoying myself chatting with the belly-dancers and it didn't even occur to me that I should have offered to help her schlep her stuff to her car. It probably would have if I were feeling warmer towards her, which I would have been if not for the Bible-ripping comment.