

I watched him craft this wonderful narrative that made me the “Other,” some sort of non-human monster instead of a 5 foot 3 inch terrified almost graduate. So there I was, holding a stone in my hand, getting accused of being a sexual predator, being inhuman, spreading curses and plagues on the unwitting masses, and shoving “political agendas down the poor public’s throat.” All because I mentioned I was trans. See, there were these set of hate preachers–very common around my campus, unfortunately, and I finally decided to stand up to them.

Would you kindly? didn’t cross my mind again until maybe a week later. I liked the concept, I hadn’t thought about the game in that way and Patrick was able to give me some further insight to support his theory from Bioshock: Infinite, without any spoilers, which was a game I haven’t yet played (I know, I know). As if the whole game up to you beating Andrew Ryan’s face with a golf club was a tutorial on game design and gaming in general, and the rest of it is a reflection back on gamers. He asked me to think of Bioshock as a commentary on games. Patrick had a cool theory, a different way to look at Bioshock. But man, that explains the looks certain people gave me every time I used the phrase. I also didn’t play Bioshock until seven years after it’d come out. Before 2007, I actually used it as a way to politely (I hoped) request tasks to be done of my brother or twin sister, or friends. I mean, even before I knew what it meant to a certain legion of folks who found themselves surviving a burning plane crash and ending up somewhere between the surface and bottom of the ocean. You see, I’ve been using that phrase for a while. Well, specifically the manner in which I said it.

It took me a minute to realize what I said. Patrick, better versed in video games than I, hesitated slightly before giving me a wry grin and opened the door for me and the folks we were walking with. This all came about because I said “would you kindly get the door,” to a grad student named Patrick.
