Today I am allowing myself a rare indulgence.

Today I am angry about being the only woman in the room at work, the only person of color in the room at community gatherings.

Today I allow myself a moment to acknowledge that every time I make a joke about this, it costs me something.

And in this way today is like other days: I am angry at myself for arranging my life in this way, for surrounding myself with people who I care about but who cannot understand, and for having so few people in my life who I can talk to without needing to educate them.