#discriminatory

please show up to your local government meetings. they are counting on people now showing up and seeing what they are doing.

I was birthed  With a thirst From the unkind Already plump And predestined To dine Not celebrate But tolerate Not deserving Just preserving Too misshapen  For such a fate Who received weapons Instead of tools Parents that didn’t fight Over bills But waistlines  And lunchables  A body that was enough For candle less cakes Happiness meals And blank valentines Too stretched for  Friendship bracelets  Obscene for Bouquets  And distorted for invites And cliques or clubs  Too big for childhood So I asked the chef if he  Could make me something That tasted like 5 years old And being able to fit In a power wheels car With my friends and siblings Before I got too old for it That smelled like  hollister jeans And promposals With a hint of Bathing suits Without shorts And a lemon wedge Because fuck lemonade

All people deserve to be able to show off designs on their shirts if they want to.

Joyce Carol Oates, from The Falls

—Michael Thomas, The Broken King: A Memoir (Grove Press, August 5, 2025)

Part one: After my complaint this year about my experience of discrimination in the kitchen of HH, located in Theddingworth. They only put this statement up to cover their backs but really the story goes like this. Earlier this year, round March time I opened up to one of the heads of colleagues about my being transgender then the micro aggressions started and it became a snowball effect into more blatant trans. For example I told my now former boss I’m transgender and he proceeded to ask questions like is the surgery free or do you have to pay for it to which I replied “No it’s free on NHS” “Our taxes have to pay for that” he responded. At the time it did make my blood boil but I brushed it off. Then around June time I told him about my traumatic experience with a male stalker. Then he mentioned that one of my colleagues brought up my old name/dead name and after that followed “your a woman to me” thinking it would justify what he said prior. I also remember him inappropriately touching me with a feather duster from a bulk batch of stuff ordered for the kitchen. During all this time I was in a very bad place mentally to the point I was self harming and my colleagues thought it would be funny to make a mockery out of my scars. I was also having moments of being very high and very low in mood which made me an easy target for bullying let alone being transgender. Excuse this being very scattered but my dyslexia doesn’t exactly help matters. I also remember other staff laughing/giggling at me but then when I would go into a room they would stop talking. This also became true for my colleagues which is among countless other things I hate about work place bullying. They’d rather keep shut then confront the bullied about what’s being said about them. And as I said it continued like a snow ball effect into worse bullying/Name calling and dead gendering. For example dead gendering like “He’s angry today isn’t he”? My boss would say to a fellow colleague. “He’s always having up and down moments isn’t he”? He would say to another colleague whilst grimacing at me. In another situation he smelled the area in which I was standing and said “I smell butty” in front of a younger part timer. And I think this younger part timer is one of the main antagonists of this problem in which many others participated, mainly men. Men who have very little understanding of lgbtq problems but in my case it was mainly transgender problems. I’ve had this problem all my life when men sexualise me then bully me because I’m some sort of experiment to them. And this has been ongoing from the age of 14. There is a part two.