Why I Don’t Suppress My Gender Identity in the Workplace

Originally published on The Huffington Post and cross-posted here with their permission.

I looked myself up and down in the full-length mirror.

Blouse tucked in? Check. Pearl earrings on? Check. Lipstick flawless? Check.

After a few minutes of primping, posing, and deep breathing, I was off to my first day at a new job.

When I start a new job, I struggle with all of the typical trepidations and hesitations. Will my coworkers like me? Will I fit in with the office culture? Am I formatting this report the right way?

But one question loomed above all others as I started my job last week: What should I wear to work?

In many ways, it’s a concern everyone faces. On the first day, everyone wants to get their outfit just right. The morning before a new job, most of us spend an extra ten, twenty, or thirty minutes making sure that our hair is properly coiffed, our deodorant is both effective and unobtrusive, and our outfit is on point.

But for transgender and gender non-conforming people like myself, the question of what to wear to work becomes an exhausting question of identity and of survival.

For us, the question changes from “How do I present my best self at work?” to “Can I present my best self at work?”

As an undergraduate at Duke, I spent four years learning to love and appreciate myself as a gender non-conforming person. Going into college, I thought that my desire to dress androgynously and adopt a feminine gender expression was shameful; and for the first few months of college, I hid it from others and from myself.

But after years of work unearthing internalized oppression and masculine shame, I finally learned to keep my head high as I stomped by the frat boys in my five-inch heels. I made a name for myself at Duke, and by the end of four years I wore pencil skirts and pant-suits to meetings with the Board of Trustees. During undergrad, I became fully empowered and comfortable in my gender.

Or so I thought.

Now, as a recent graduate confronted with entering the workforce, I find myself having to contend with a much bigger obstacle than frat boys. I have to contend with professionalism.

Professionalism is a funny term, because it masquerades as neutral despite being loaded with immense oppression. As a concept, professionalism is racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, classist, imperialist, and so much more — and yet people act like professionalism is non-political.

Bosses across the country constantly tell their employees to “act professionally” without a second thought. Wear a garment that represents your non-Western culture to work? Your boss may tell you it’s unprofessional. Wear your hair in braids or dreadlocks instead of straightened? That’s probably unprofessional, too. Wear shoes that are slightly scuffed because you can’t yet afford new ones? People may not think you’re being professional either.

For years, professionalism has been my enemy because it requires that my gender identity is constantly and unrepentantly erased.

In the workplace, the gender binary can be absolute, unfaltering, and infallible. If you dare to step out of line, you risk being mistreated by coworkers, losing promotions, or even losing your job.

And if you are discriminated against for being transgender or genderqueer, you may not even have access to legal recourse because in many states, it’s still perfectly legal to discriminate against gender non-conforming employees.

So, the first morning before work, as I put on my pants, blouse, heels, and pearls, self-doubt came roaring back.

Would I still have the respect of my boss if I showed up in heels? Would I be treated as a professional if I wore earrings? Would I be taken seriously wearing lipstick? Would my colleagues respect me for who I am?

As I walked to work, these doubts kept creeping up over and over in my mind.

I thought back to all of the times that people had told me to “tone it down for work.” I thought back to conversations with my father, where he told me to put away the “flamboyant shit” if I wanted to be respected. I thought back to former internship supervisors who told me that I would not be respected around the office if I chose to express my gender identity. I thought back to the countless memories from childhood of being mocked for being a “sissy.”

I thought back to all of this, took a deep breath, and walked through the front door of my new office, heels click-clacking on the concrete floor.

As transgender, genderqueer, and gender non-conforming people, we deserve better.

We deserve to have our work ethic and intellect respected, regardless of how we choose to express our gender identities. We deserve to be able to wear clothing and behave in ways that affirm our gender.

We deserve to be treated fairly in the workplace.

While people may try to discriminate against me and tell me that I’m dressing “inappropriately” for work, I will hold on to my gender identity and sense of self. In the workplace, I will stick up for those who, like me, find that their gender does not match a prefabricated box.

I will wear my heels, pearls, and skirts to work until, hopefully, the world can learn to respect people like me.

So to all of the discriminatory employers out there, you better watch out. Because I am genderqueer, professional, and unafraid.

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Jacob Tobia is a recent graduate from Duke University, where he studied Human Rights Advocacy and Leadership, specializing in the history of the South African LGBTQ rights movement. Currently, Jacob is working on LGBTQ policy issues for the Human Rights Campaign Foundation. Prior to the Human Rights Campaign, Jacob has worked at the United Nations Foundation, Sonke Gender Justice Network, and the Gay and Lesbian Archives of South Africa, as well as contributing for the Huffington Post. At Duke, Jacob served as the Vice President of Equity and Outreach for Duke Student Government, where he successfully lobbied for full inclusion of gender neutral housing and restrooms, pushed for comprehensive healthcare coverage for transgender students, mobilized the Duke community against anti-LGBT ballot initiatives in NC, and worked for socially responsible investing of Duke’s $6 billion endowment. The only thing higher than his activist aspirations are his stilettos. Follow him on Twitter @JacobTobia.