tranSTEMdence
“Welcome to the Transgender in STEM Symposium hosted by the African-American Transgender Alliance. I’m Ericka Scott, the program coordinator for the AATA. And today, we have quite a treat for you. We have a panel discussion with four Black transgender persons who all work in the fields of science, technology, engineering, or math. Interestingly enough, all of them also completed at least one of their degrees at an HBCU. After that, we’ll have some breakout sessions focusing on STEM education, career development, and youth advisement. Finally, we’ll close the day with a Q&A and boxed lunches donated by McAlister’s Deli.”
Ericka continued, “So, let’s get right to it. We all have heard that America needs to increase the number of graduates in the STEM fields. While there have been concerted efforts to improve the numbers of women and minorities undertaking studies in these areas, there has been less concentration on the LGBT community. As an organization of Black transfolks from all walks of life, our executive committee thought it would be wise to host an event focused on the needs of our members and the community we serve to see the opportunities in and become excited about STEM.”
The audience began to applaud.
Ms. Scott paused a beat. “Without further adieu, allow me to introduce our panel for this morning. First we have Dr. Joan Phillips. Dr. Phillips is currently the director of the M.D./Ph.D. program at the Morehouse School of Medicine. She holds an undergraduate degree from Wilberforce University and a master’s and Ph.D. in physiology from the Wayne State University School of Medicine. She has been training physicians for over thirty years and transitioned from male to female in 1993. She and her husband Elvin have been married for 10 years.”
There was more applause as the 60 year-old well-groomed, bronze-skinned woman stood and waved.
“Next,” Ericka started. “We have Elise Ford. Ms. Ford is the founder, president, and C.E.O. of AutoTrends Insights, Inc., a marketing and data analytics firm serving the multi-billion dollar automotive dealer vertical. A former high school social studies teacher and car salesperson, she holds a bachelor’s degree from Bethune-Cookman College and a master’s in instructional design and technology from the University of Georgia. She lives with her two poodles and likes to play cards in her spare time. She transitioned in 1996.”
Ms. Ford stood and was welcomed warmly by the audience.
“Now, we meet Louis Jackson,” Ericka continued. “Mr. Jackson is a process and design engineer for Allied Pulp and Paper. He hold a bachelor of science degree in chemical engineering from North Carolina A&T State University. He enjoys mentoring youth, bowling, and gardening in his free time. He and his wife also enjoy remodeling their 1920s bungalow. He transitioned in 2004.”
Louis rose and received a kind approval from the people.
Ericka spoke again, “Our final panelist is Chanel Robertson. Ms. Robertson is a middle school math and science teacher. She holds a bachelor’s in economics from North Carolina A&T and a master of arts in teaching from Brenau University. She plays tennis and writes in her free time. She transitioned in 2010. Please welcome her.”
The audience applauded once more for the youngest member of the panel.
The thirty-four year-old Ericka, who was tired of talking and had had a late night with a fine ass Negro, advised the onlookers of the format of the discussion. The group of panelists had agreed to take questions directly from the audience. She was pleased to be able to sit for a moment while the speakers took over. As she sat down, she thought back to the night before.
Ericka had posted an ad on an online hook-up site. One of the guys that replied indicated he had never done anything like this before. They ended up chatting on the phone and making plans for him to come by. He ended up staying close to six hours. When she started sucking his seven-inch dick, he commented, “Damn, I didn’t expect it to feel this good.” She had continued. After making him bust a huge nut in her mouth, she kept sucking. Eventually, he went inside of her. They fucked off and on for the remainder of his time there.
The first question person to ask a question took the microphone and began, “My name is Fredrikka Martin and I’m a guidance counselor at an inner city high school. We have several LGBTQ students and I’m curious to know what challenges should i be helping my students prepare for as they look into STEM education and careers?”
The panelists looked at one another. “I’ll start,” the chief executive in her mid-fifties suggested. “That’s a fabulous question, Ms. Martin. I think the short answer is that they’ll face the same challenges as almost any other youngster from the inner city – access to quality education and resources in STEM, challenges when navigating interactions with the police and the criminal justice system for instance. I think enough really can’t be said though for having a mentor who has walked this career path, whether or not transgender, and a supportive network. As a Black, female, C.E.O. in the tech space, I’m not the most typical person. Then throw in that I’m and trans and well, you know. In all of that, my experience has taught me that having people to go to for advice and feedback is invaluable. The road will not be without struggles, but having people to talk to and bounce ideas off of make a huge amount of difference.”
Louis stood next. He shared, “I think Elise made some great points. I’d only add that your students be highly cognizant of the environments in which they live and work. It’s akin to the duality of how Black people live in general. That same thing extends to us as transfolk. We should not deny who we are at our core, we just have to remember that being trans is not all of who we are. So, work hard and apply yourself and things will work out for the most part. Also, understand that most people are good and won’t have issues, but there are some idiots out there. Try to keep interactions with them to a minimum and always, always, always respect yourself.”
“Great answers,” Ericka smiled. “Dr. Phillips or Chanel? Anything to add?” The women shook their heads no.
A gentleman posed the next question. “I’m Keith Jennings. My son, uh I mean daughter, is f******n and has made it clear to my wife and me for years that he wanted to be a girl. I’m sorry…She. At any rate, we want her to have a good life. She’s smart and very good at math. How do we support and encourage her to keep it up while she struggles with gender identity and accepting herself? And while we and our extended family do the same?”
“What an awesome question, ‘dad’. Let’s give him a hand,” Ericka prodded. After the approval died down, she asked, “Chanel, wanna take this one?”
“Absolutely,” replied the five-foot-nine-inch, chocolate woman with the short, relaxed hairstyle. “I, too, think that was a great question, sir. I’ll give a little bit of my background. My parents weren’t as supportive as you and your wife seem when I was f******n. But, I was still a good student and worked hard. I even went to college and earned my degree. I got a good job as an analyst for the financial services company. But I was unhappy because I had not dealt constructively with my gender issues. I ended up acting out sexually and experimenting with various d**gs. I eventually lost my job and had to go into rehab. Thank God that I never got any d**g related charges. Still, I participated in risky behavior and threw portions of my life away. What I needed more than anything has been mentioned already. I needed a network of supportive people to talk to. These days, I see a ther****t and a pastoral counselor. Not to mention that I participate in a couple of social clubs. I think what your daughter will benefit from the most is having loving, caring parents. Also, help her find positive role models. When she feels loved and wanted, she’ll be more likely to make good decisions. I was searching for love through sex and d**gs – trust me that isn’t where it is. It’s a huge reason why I became a teacher. I wanted to inspire students to love learning and make an impact earlier in their lives. An ounce of prevention is better than a pound of cure they say.”
“Thank you,” replied the man.
Another person got up and wanted to know, “How are things for transgender people now versus in the past?”
“I got this one,” Joan said rising. “I’m the senior representative up here so I’ll share my perspective. I think society has made some good progress – especially in the past twenty years. I’m happy that there have been shows like Will & Grace and Orange is the New Black which have helped make LGBT people real in the eyes of the general population. So, there’s been that improvement overall. What is still very real no matter the time is that often we have to come to terms with who we are and also how we are. Our bodies don’t match how our minds feel and that can be tough to navigate. It’s easier when you have a supportive family or network for sure. But it’s still a big deal. Something that was big when I was younger was being marginalized or living on the fringes of society. It still exists today to some degree. Transgender people still have higher amounts of unemployment and underemployment than the general population. I can think of many friends I have known over the years with great experience and education that had to flip burgers at Mickey D’s. There’s nothing wrong with doing that work. It’s just sad that being trans can close doors when you have the credentials. I think STEM is a bit more removed from that problem because the demand is high, but the supply still lags behind.”
“Well said, Dr. Phillips,” added Elise. “She’s right. There are more jobs in STEM than there are those to fill it. And so companies have to compete for the talent. It makes good sense financially to be in that situation.”
After a few more good questions and equally as strong answers, the attendees were instructed about the remainder of the morning’s activities. Folks moved into the various breakout sessions to gain additional information.
As the time wound down, everyone met back in the auditorium. They had helped themselves to the boxes containing sandwiches, chips, cookies, and pickle spears.
At adjournment, Joan Phillips was sought out by her husband, Elvin Esquivel. The seventy-year-old, relatively well-built, Puerto Rican man gave her a kiss and told her they were going to see a movie and then he had a surprise. They walked out of the conference center and went to their red pearl 2016 Audi A7. The semi-retired man opened the passenger door for his wife. Elvin drove to the theater. Inside, he flashed his phone for the employee to scan the QC code from the tickets he purchased earlier. They were going to watch the new Spike Lee joint – BlacKkKlansman.
Elise Ford spent a few moments socializing before exiting the building. Inside her dark blue 2014 Porsche Panamera sedan, she placed a call to Chiram Fainer, the head of product at her company.
“Hello, Elise,” the Israeli man answered with his strong accent.
“Hey, there! What’s going on,” she inquired.
“Nothing much! I am just helping my son build a birdhouse.”
“Sound like fun. I’ll let you go.”
“Well, I can break free in about half an hour if you need me.”
“I was hoping I could see you.”
“Yeah. Thirty minutes and I’ll head to the office.”
“See you there.”
Chanel Robertson drove to the apartment complex where she rented a two-bedroom, one-bath unit. She ran a warm bath and undressed. After cleaning off, she lotioned her body and put on an oversized T-shirt and sweatpants. She climbed onto her couch and began watching on demand TV. As she looked at the show, her phone rang.
“Hello,” answered the thirty-three year-old educator answered.
“Hey, sexy,” said a deep, powerful voice with a New York accent. “What’s up?”
“Just got back home. I’m relaxing in front of the TV.”
“Sounds good, sweetheart. Feel like some company?”
“Sure! Come on over.”
“Alright! I’m on my way.”
Across town, Elise pulled into the parking lot of the building where her company leased space on the third floor. She swiped her access badge to gain entry. She rode up the elevator and walked into her office. She closed the blinds in the highly unlikely event that a member of the cleaning crew or some employee may be lurking about on this Saturday. She pulled off the red blazer that was a part of her suit. She unzipped the pencil skirt and it fell to the floor. She stepped out its ring and removed her panties. Her small clitty hung there. She waited for Chiram to arrive.
Chanel heard a knock at her door. She rushed to let in her guest. David Hall walked inside carrying a brown paper bag. The hostess gave him a large hug. They kissed passionately. Chanel offered him a seat while she went into the kitchen to fetch him a glass. They sat together making small talk as he poured some of the whiskey into the vessel.
“How was the conference,” David inquired showcasing he took an interest in her life.
“It was really good. To be honest, I was impressed with the turnout,” she admitted.
“Oh yeah? Why is that?”
“I don’t know. I just didn’t think as many people would show up.”
“How many people were there.”
“It was close to a hundred I think.”
“Yeah, that’s not too bad, baby girl,” shared the five-foot-ten, slender brown-skinned man.
Chanel and David knew one another from work. For a couple of years they both taught at the same middle school. But, last fall David had gotten a promotion to serve as principal at one of the district’s alternative schools. Chanel admired the forty year-old, handsome man with the bald head. He was divorced and, to her knowledge, unencumbered by another relationship although he did have a son. They continued chatting for a few moments. As they carried on, David grabbed Chanel’s hand and placed it on his crotch. He was already hard.
Chanel took out his eight-inch dick and bent down to begin sucking it.
“Damn, baby girl! That mouth is right,” David groaned. “I wanna fuck you so bad.”
“Well, fuck me then, daddy,” Chanel cooed.
“Get that li’l ass in the bedroom then.”
Chanel ran to her room and David followed behind her. He wanted to shove his meat deep inside her guts.
Over at AutoTrends Insights, the Israeli had arrived. He was a thick-built, olive-toned, man with large hands and feets. He was fondling his more, mature tranny boss. He massaged her supple 36C titties and suckled her nippled.
“Oh, damn, Chiram,” purred Elise. “That feels so good.”
“You are my nubian goddess,” he panted as he licked her breasts.
“You make me feel so good, baby!”
“I’m going to make you feel even better when I stick this dick inside of you.”
“Oh really,” Elise checked as she moved over to the couch.
Elise knelt down and put the Jewish cock in her mouth. It was a girthy seven-incher. As she worked on his juicy, meaty manhood, his head tilted back and he let out a huge groan. She stood up and turned her back to the man. She stuck out her rotund booty and offered it to him.
Chiram moved closer to his boss and nibbled on her neck as he worked his dick inside her pussy. It was tight and hot.
“Fuck me, Chiram! Take this pussy,” she whined.
“Yeah, sexy! Take this Israeli cock, bitch,” Chiram barked.
“Oh it feels so good,” the older tranny shared.
“I love fucking your sexy Black ass, baby!”
“Take it, daddy! Give it to me!”
“Oh shit, girl! This tranny pussy is amazing!”
“Oh, yes, sexy! Pound this tranny ass!”
“I love it, Elise! Give me that pussy!”
Chiram pounded the entrepreneur with all his might. He blasted her insides with gobs of his chosen people cum.
Chanel and David were on the bed in mid fuck.
“Fuck this boipussy,” she screamed.
“Yes, baby! Take this dick,” he ordered.
“Mmmmmm. It feels so good.”
“Hell yeah, baby! Daddy love this sissy boipussy.”
“Fuck me harder!”
“Yeah, I’m gonna fuck you real hard,” the man said as shoved his rock hard member in and out of her.
David continued devouring Chanel’s anus. He announced that he was soon going to bust a nut. He filled her up with his semen and stayed hard so he kept on fucking her.
“Damn, nigga! You got some good dick,” she wailed.
“Yeah, baby! Love this faggy pussy!”
The pair of educators went at it until the wee hours of the morning thanks to the sexual enhancement pill David had taken earlier in the day.
After the movie, Elvin Esquivel had driven to a hotel. He and his wife checked in. They sipped on champagne and cuddled together. “I love you, Joan,” the father of two said.
“I love you too, sweetie,” Dr. Phillips reciprocated.
They began kissing. Moments later they were naked and Elvin was entering his wife’s inner sanctum. They made tender love on the bed with him fondling her luscious fake tits. She stared into his eyes as he gave her the business. After releasing his load, the senior citizens fell asleep intertwined.