this is not my place
The visitors are invited to take part in a demonstration and to empathise with the reality of life of trans people. They find a storage room with a door about 40 cm wide. Here they are welcomed with a speech:
People who identify beyond the two most popular genders are told every day that they do not fit. They don’t fit into the current law. They don’t fit in men’s spaces. They don’t fit in women’s spaces. They don’t fit into job offers: „employee wanted (m/f)“. Often they don’t even fit into the horizons of their parents and friends – or even into their own bodies. They are sent away, ignored or misclassified.
When trying to enter the storage room, the visitors themselves experience that they don’t fit: one has to carefully slide in sideways. In the chamber itself, it is impossible to move without bumping into legal texts and medical guidelines hanging on all the walls. They fall down when touched, creating a hopeless chaos. Every little movement has to be made with care and yet one still bumps into another.
In various niches in the chamber are small zines on being transgender. The visitors can take these away and read them at home or pass them on.