I am no longer a man. Why? Simple. The RMV (Registry of Motor Vehicles) has finally deemed it so. About a year ago when I moved to a new state, I was issued a new driver's license. Lovely. Check it over for mistakes they said. I did. My address was wrong, I pointed out casually. No problem, we'll fix it, they said. And they did. And thus I trundled off with new license, plates and registration in hand. And everything was fine… for about a week. For about a week later, the woman at the video rental place called me 'miss….ter' in a very confused sort of way. I dismissed it. A few days after that, the same thing happened with the bank manager. "Here you go, Miss….ter." I confess at this point I began to wonder what exactly was going on and discovered (to my horror) that my new identification, courtesy of the state of Florida, displayed that I was in fact not a woman…so much as a man. 'Sex' it said and then it was following by a very large 'M' and not, in fact, the 'F' that I had been accustomed to my entire life.
Naturally, this was some thing of a point of entertainment among my friends. The identification in question was handed around at bars like part of a get-to-know-your-neighbour party game. It was by far one of the most bizarre pick up lines any of my friends have used: "Hey, wanna see something funny? Look at my friend's license! Isn't that a riot? Let me see your ID..."
By and large it was not a problem. When I traveled through airport security I simply used my passport, even on domestic flights, to avoid any confusion. I'm not generally asked for ID to buy alcohol so I wasn't having to drag it out very often. And though I was not, in fact, keen to have anyone who didn't know me see my ID, I really managed to deal with it. Finally, finally I have made time to get it corrected. I fully expected a battle at the RMV for nothing is ever easy in that foreign place, especially for me. I seem to have had nothing but aggravation where it is concerned and thus we have reached the amicable solution that they will continue to make me miserable and, in return, I will do my utmost to inflict the same misery upon their clerks when I am required to visit every so often. It's not fair exactly but there you go, sometimes all you can hope for is to go down swinging!
The RMV are an authority unto themselves. They follow no laws of logic that are known to me. As an example I once had to pay for a duplicate title to a car I owned because the Massachusetts RMV claimed they had already posted it to me despite my claim that it had never been received. "Here," they pointed to the screen, "it was mailed in October 2000." Feeling the battle was won now, I said "yes, but I didn't own the car in October 2000. This letter from the bank," I said holding it up, "clearly says that as of last month (January 2002) they no longer have an interest in the car as the loan is paid off!" "Doesn't matter," they said, "we mailed it to you." Then you didn't mail it to the right place, I reasoned patiently, because I didn't own the car then someone else did! "We understand that," they said, "but the fact remains that the one free ownership title which you are in fact entitled to has been mailed already so you'll need to buy a duplicate." Forty dollars in duplicate title fees later I had my first and only copy of the ownership title for said car.
Knowing then the sort of twisted nonsensical sort of logic I'd be forced to face at the RMV, I came armed to the teeth with evidence of my sex. No red tape would stand in the way of my quest to be re-categorized back in to the female population. My weapons were as follows:
- Birth Certificate: indicating birth of GIRL driver.
- British Passport: indicating FEMALE driver and citizen under protection of British High Consul.
- US Passport: indicating travel of WOMAN driver to various exotic locales in last few years.
- Photos of me wearing swim suit: thus showing proof of girly bits in question.
- Sworn affidavits from various ex-boyfriends testifying to my ownership of other girly bits not allowed to be shown in above mentioned photos.
I felt confident that with such compelling evidence, the RMV could do nothing but apologize for their error and restore my status. Here then, my progress in the face of RMV denial of said error:
RMV Receptionist (no authority): Oh, I see! That is quite a mistake we've made. Here's your ticket, they'll be no charge for us to correct this for you.
RMV Counter Clerk (general decisions): Have you had a sex change?
Me: No.
Counter Clerk: Are you about to have a sex change?
Me: No.
CC: May I see your other identification please?
Me: {slides across US passport}.
CC {inspecting passport}: Is this correct?
Me: Uh…yeah.
CC: Did you change your sex after the passport was issued?
Me: No, I've never changed it. This passport was issued seven years ago. My license was issued eleven months ago.
CC: Well this is obviously wrong. Didn't you check your license for errors when it was issued?
Me: Yes, I checked all the general information, some of which was wrong but it never occurred to me to check whether or not my gender was accurate.
CC: You should always check it, these things change you know. [sighes] It'll be $5 for a replacement, I need to speak to my supervisor.
She wanders away and I'm left wondering how exactly 'these' things change. Is the RMV changing our political party affiliations while we're not looking as well and rigging elections?
RMV Supervisor (the decision maker): Do you have another form of ID?
Me: You mean besides my license and passport?
S: Yes.
Me: Here's my birth certificate.
S: Do you have anything else with your picture on it?
Me: I have another passport {handing it over}.
S: This is a foreign passport. Do you have your green card?
Me: No, I'm an American citizen. I have two passports because I was born overseas.
S: Do you have any other form of ID?
Me: I have more ID's than most people. What else do you expect me to have with my picture and sex on it besides my license and multiple passports?
S: We'll you'll need to pay $25 for a replacement license since you failed to correct it at the time of issuance.
Me: What? A minute ago it was $5. When I first got here it was free. Does the fee increase every time you need to consult a new person? I have more ID's that anyone else I know and I'm supposed to pay because some knob at a desk either can't type or doesn't know a pair of boobs when they're standing across a counter from him?
Ten engaging minutes later…
RMV Counter Clerk (again): That'll be $5 for the replacement.
Me: Fine. Excellent. Here you go.
CC: Are you addicted to any drugs?
Me: What?
CC: I have to ask you these questions. Are you addicted to any drugs?
Me: No. Do people actually answer that honestly?
CC: Has your license to operate been revoked or suspended in any other state?
Me: No.
A bundle of inane questions later…
Me (thinking to myself): {I won! I finally won a battle with the RMV! Hahahaha!}
CC: You'll need to step over there to take a new picture.
Me: Wha... Why?
CC: We're issuing you a duplicate license and we're required to take an up to date picture of you.
Me: It is up to date. It's me, only eleven months younger. I looked good that day. That is by far the best license picture I've ever taken.
CC: I'm sorry, it's procedure.
Me: I just got out of bed. I'm not ready to take a picture.
CC: Would you like to come back to correct this another day?
Me: Where do I stand?
The RMV always have their revenge. Now I look like a Nick Nolte mug shot on my ID photo...
