[poem] Reflection

We will part ways. Then, should your thoughts return
to me, I ask of you this gift: do not permit
your memory to soften me, erase
my scars and snarls, elide
my impatience and myriad cruelties.
Do not forget my lies.

Remember me complete. If I am kind
I am not only kind; if I am often fair
it's no less true that I am quick to judge.
I can't be brave without that I know fear.
We love: and we anticipate our loss.

[fuck all of the things]

I applied for a disabled person's railcard, as "Mx Alex B[]", for the obvious reasons. I gave my gender as male because they forced a binary choice and it's a different kind of wrong (and one I'm more willing to tolerate).

There was a silent failure, which I found out about only because I did some serious chasing to check up on progress.

The silent failure was because my proof of eligibility is in the form of a letter from the DWP, who refuse to address me as anything other than "Ms E[] KA B[]". Apparently also including a scan of my passport won't do the trick. Apparently I must apply with "the correct details". Apparently they won't print the railcard as Alex rather than E[] if I apply with the "correct" details.

I am too fucking tired for this.

ETA I am sending them a slightly intemperate e-mail full of documentation that I am who I say I am, and that my name is what I say it is. I used the words "please consider this e-mail a formal complaint", and also "from a security viewpoint ... your position is indefensible". I do not expect it to effect change, but I do at least feel a bit better.

tada (by the gods I've earned it)

( tada )

( todo )