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It’s That Time of Year

I haven’t done one of these in a long time, but I feel this is probably the time to post what I am thinking. This time of month, a lot of people are gearing up for multiple things here in the United States.  We are just over a week from Thanksgiving, the holiday shopping season is upon us, joy and happiness seems to be fill the minds of Americans.

There is another event that occurs each and every November. Specifically, November 20th, Transgender Day of Remembrance.  It is on this day each year, people gather at vigils across the country and beyond to mourn and to remember those who were killed, for simply being being themselves.

This will be the 5th TDOR (Transgender Day of Remembrance) I will be attending since coming out.  What is most painful to see, the list of murder don’t seem to shrink.  The numbers of those killed year over year on a graph would resemble that of a roller coaster.  One year, we will see murders down.  What follows the next year is the death spikes back up. The hopes that .

I’m personally  saddened by the fact that such a day exists in the first place.  I am saddened because, so many people are killed each year just because someone didn’t understand them or feared them.  These people are killed because of the stigma attached to anyone that is transgender.

Now, I know this isn’t the first time I’ve written on this issue. But, I feel that it’s worth trying to drive home. This community shouldn’t have to live in fear, that on any day, someone may act aggressive towards them, for simply being “different”. According to one article published this week, over 270 trans people were killed this year. Their crime, just being themselves.

When is this madness going to stop?  When will authorities step in and say enough is enough, and start treating these murder cases as a trend of an ongoing issue. How many more men and women have to fear these cases.  When do these assailants get the scapegoats yanked away from them, and they are prosecuted to the full extents of the law?

Issues like this have existed for other members of the LGBT community.  One of the most notable is Matthew Shepherd.  Let’s not forget, this was a gay man, who was killed in, what can presumed, as a premeditated murder. He was killed, simply because he was gay.  This was a murder which received national coverage, and brought attention to the hate crimes that are committed against the gay community.

How many more people need to die before that national coverage comes to the transgender community, and the hate this group of people receive on a regular basis. Sadly, it wasn’t one of the 270 plus people who were killed this year. Sadly, the pessimist in me doesn’t predict that martyr next year either. I can only hope I am wrong.

In the meantime, we must remind the public that transgender people are not all the different. We don’t want to fear the next corner we take is the last one we turn. There is nothing wrong with being friends, lovers, or more with a transperson. And, we really aren’t all the different from anyone else.


It Has Been a Year Already! Here’s What Sticks Out From It

Isn’t it amazing how fast time flies?  I can’t help to think that.  Here’s one of those terrific moments where I get to do reflecting.  Allow me to explain what is going on in my mind.

As part of the Standards of Care, the standards in which medical professionals use as guidelines to handle transgender patients, to become eligible for Gender Correction Surgery, a patient must live one entire year continually in their preferred gender.

Let me be clear, there is a lot more to this milestone then simply being eligible for a medical procedure that only I and few other people close to me know happened, if it does. This milestone means so much more.  The biggest one being that I since plunging into this gamble of transition, I have been able to live life as close to normal as I can, presenting, living, and being treated as a gender I understand myself being.  What I wanted to do this this entry is go back to July ’12 and revisit some highlights for me.  So sit back, as I tell you some of the points that stick out from this past year.

Convergence 2012: Wonder Women

During the first weekend of July each year, Bloomington, Minnesota is home the annual sci-fi;/fantasy convention Convergence Con.  It was here that I started my first day living female.  I had no idea what to expect.  The only thing I knew for sure was a lot of the friends I had already made as I was going out and becoming readjusted would be in attendance, and I knew I could count on them of support.

I arrived at hotel and went straight up to the room to drop off luggage and then it was off to registration. Down in line is where I had my first interaction with someone I did not know.  I later found this gentleman’s name to be Avi, an out of town attendee who was chatting while we waited for our badges to be distributed to us.  What sticks out to me from this interaction was, just how comfortable I was in a situation I wasn’t use to.  I knew I could do this!

Later that night I would go to a panel that turned out to be a hit, “How to Talk to Girls at Con”.  My idea behind attending this panel was, “I’m pretty new to this whole being considered a lesbian, maybe I’ll pick something up that I would otherwise not thought of.”  Of course the panel was very entertaining, but also pretty straight.  I found myself nodding and agree with what the women on the panel were saying, and was slightly amused I would not learn just what the hell the secret was to the infamous friend zone.  (A small note, it is also amazing the connection I have to one of the panelist, even though my way of connecting to her is indirect.)  By the conclusion of the panel, I actually had two different guys actually approach me about going with them to do different things at the con, which I give them props for having the balls to do the approach, but since I’ve been in the same position I felt bad when I had to shoot them down.  Hopefully they had better luck later on at the con.

I took a lot of pictures, talked to lot of amazing people.  I made friends with so many of those people.  I’ve seen some of them through-out the year, some I had to wait a whole year before seeing again, but here’s my chance to yell at you all for making such a huge impact on me, on some critical days.  Thank you to Rachel S, Ashley S, Stacey Wub Wub, Liz B, Bri F, Lisa E, Kelly P, Brett T, Damarra A, Mary S, David T, Katie V, Jen V, and many more.  (In case you couldn’t tell, this was a huge attempt to be a social butterfly and it was certainly just that.)

Returning to Work

Convergence wasn’t the only social trial I faced in the last year.  Three weeks after the annual convention was over, my paid time off expired and I had to go back to my store.  (This is the best part, I managed to accumulate almost a full month of paid time off to allow for staff to adjust.)  A couple days before my return to work, we had a staff meeting.  We had general discussion we have each and every month with one addition,  I got to introduce people to Michele for the first time.  I must say, this team was hands down the best I could ever imagine for a transgender co-worker.  My teammates were damn near flawless in pronouns and proper name usage.

What was even scarier was my first day back to the sales floor.  I remember getting to work 20 minutes early to psych myself up for what was to come.  There was a point when I was sitting at our break table trembling in fear over the worst case scenarios for when I got in front of a customer.  There was a point where my co-worker Alesha walked by and could see my hands shaking fiercely.  She stopped to asked what was wrong I spewed everything that was working me into a frenzy.  Her reassurance is exactly what I needed.  I remember her saying, “You don’t need to worry, if anything happens, everyone here has your back.  It’ll be okay.”  She was right, in nearly a year at that store I only had one person who was rude about my being trans.  Unfortunately for him, he said it to my manager who was extremely supportive.  Jason not only stuck up for me, he proceeded by chewing this customer a new ass, and banning him from our store.

Trying Out Dating

Life was fine and dandy for the next few months.  In about September, I had another new experience, dating.  Now don’t get me wrong, I’ve been on dates before.  But that was different, that was all before transition.  Dating now, took on a new meaning, going out as the new me and witnessing what it was like to date as a woman.

I met this gal at my usual Monday hang out and we  hit it off well.  We went out on a dinner date one night, then a fun date a week later.  I quickly discovered what other lesbian women deal with when they go out on a couple dates with another woman who is unsure of her sexual orientation.   She ended up flaking on me, and I didn’t have an encounter with her until mid October.  But that night only went up from there.

Later that night, some friends introduced me to a girl.  We got to talking a little bit and I discovered that she was another nerdie lady who goes to the same home convention as me and has a big appreciation for video games. JACKPOT! As we were talking at the bar, the friends I came to the club with wanted to leave and planned to take a cab, but they wanted to make sure I would get to my car safely.  Theora, the lady I was introduced to, assured me I would be safe.  We got to bar close, and everyone migrated outside, mind you it’s mid October, and I was cold.  It turns out that Theora is quite chivalrous, by offering me her coat.  Now, this threw me for a small loop, I’m used to being the gentleman.  Not only that, but she is tiny, she would get cold faster than I would.  After refusing to take her coat, she took the lining out of her coat, gave me the shell and she put the lining on.  Along with other drunken friends that needed a ride, she walked us back to my car, and I gave her a ride back to hers. I got out quick to give her a hug and to put my number in her phone.  When we hugged, she kissed me on the cheek, I reeled back quick, and told her to try that again. That is where I got a kiss goodnight.  I was on cloud 9.  For the story of our first date check out my blog entry, Welcome Back to the Dating Scene!

For the record, we’ve been together for over nine months, and we are just as happy with each other now as we were just over nine months ago.

Re-Acquainting with the Family/Meeting the Family

Holidays brought on an interesting stresser, going home and seeing everyone since going full time.  I am so thankful that Theora chose to come with me to my family’s annual gathering.  A couple times on my drive there, I could feel heart rates racing and worried about how my family would perceive me in person.  I’m glad to see that my worries were unwarranted. I arrived to open arms, hugs, and my family just happy to see me.  They all knew my name, not the old one, and the pronouns.  My family was on the ball, and I have to thank them for it.

A couple weeks later, I attended Theora’s family Christmas.  Again, worry set in over how I would be perceived by her family, plus first impressions on top of it.  Again, I found that I was worried over nothing, as her family was so welcoming and accepting.  My stay with them went without a hitch, and I had a terrific time.  I now look forward to my next trip back to visit with Theora.

Recovered Relationships

Winter stuck around, and stuck, and stuck some more.  When spring finally started to approach, I was invited out to dinner by my father since he was going to be in town.  Now there is a lot of back story, with him and I, and they don’t always involve us seeing eye to eye.  But at this point, he reached out to me because of an e-mail conversation where there was some shouting, and the message that was being conveyed was lost in some type of translation.  We cleared it up, so since he was in town, Theora and I were invited out to eat and catch up.

I worked that day, so after I finished, I raced home to change into something other then my work shirt, and I was meeting Theora at my place.  We drove out to his hotel where we would decide where to go to eat.  When we first arrived and made our way up to his room, there was a little tension.  Not a negative tension, but a kind where we didn’t know what to say to each other.  Eventually we decided on a usual hang out on Tuesdays and went there.  It was there, where we opened up and spoke more.  Him and I talked about things we always did, fishing, the Twins, other current events.  We also did personal catching up, after all there was a lot of stuff that happened between that last time we talked regularly and this point.

The point of the night that stuck out to me, is when we were talking about the age we all appear to be.  I made a comment about how people always guess that I am younger than I actually am, the opposite of what happened pre-transition.  My dad told me that it might be because I am likely not under as much stress and it showed.  That was a big compliment, which I was flattered to receive.  I am thankful for it.  The end of the night ended with us hugging and parting ways back to our places of rest for the night.  This night will stick with me for quite a while, and I’m glad it will.

Switching Up Job Positions

My dad was right, I was under less stress, except for one new area.  The manager I had all the way through my transition was moving to a new store.  His replacement was an individual I could care less what happened to him.  I won’t get into other details, but we’ll leave it at, he’s not a good manager.  My old manager got wind of this and made an offer to follow him to his new store.  After sleeping on the offer, I took him up on it.  The only thing was, I had to do an interview with him and his assistant managers.

Job interviews are already nerve racking, let alone I have to worry about what new managers would think had me extremely worried going into my interview.  I got to the mall where Jason had moved to, and as I park I can feel my heart beginning to race.  I pushed myself forward.  I walked in through the automated doors and began looking for the nearest store that is branded with the company of which I am currently employed.  After a brief adventure, I was able to located one of the three locations where I hoped to be working.

I entered the store to find one of the assistant managers who was up there.  After introducing ourselves, we left to go to a different store front where Jason would be waiting with the store’s other assistant manager to do this interview.  We again left the store to go sit somewhere comfortable.  When sitting down, my anxiety was at its peak for this interaction.  I say it was at its peak because I was eased in with easy questions, which left all three interviewers nodding and agreeing with what I had to say.  By the time the interview was over, I was comfortable with being in that spot, and I was convinced I nailed it.

I was right, I did nail it, days later I had an offer for a position at the mall and that is where I have been for close to a month now.

My First Photo Shoot

Near the end of June, I was able to try something I never thought I would do.  I had a hand in modeling for a camera.  First off, let me say I am pretty spooked of cameras.  In fact, I prefer to be the person taking my own pictures.  However due to some friends and a certain girlfriend, I was persuaded to suck it up and get in front of the camera.

All I’ve got to say, this is where the right photographer makes for amazing photos.  My photographer is someone I already knew to be a great person, and his awesomeness carried through in professionalism.  I was put at ease, and now I have an album of photos I would have never expected to own.

Back to Convergence

All this led up to return to Convergence.  Cons, where this new chapter truly begun.  This wasn’t my only con I have attended since transition, I’m now staffer at an anime convention held here in the Twin Cities too.  Cons have become a community hub where I feel beyond comfortable.

Convergence, I thought I would take it to the next step.  I started cosplaying.  This means dressing in costume for fun and potentially having photos taken of me.  All this because I have become more comfortable with who I am, as I now live every day as me.

I am thankful for this past year.  It’s been a hell of a ride.  This year, I hope to build on the momentum that I’ve created.  I also wanted to share this with so many other people out there who are struggling.  At times our ride is rough, but in the end, it’s definitely worth it.

To Regain A Right Which Was Lost

Last week, Minnesota legislator passed a law for marriage equality.  This makes for the 12th state that has allowed such a bill to become law.  For friends and acquaintances, this was a huge win, as it’s been a long battle, and although I reap the benefits of being able to marry based on my sexual orientation.  It’s interesting that one year ago from this posting, I was also legally able to marry based on my orientation.

Let me elaborate on this a little, as I can imagined I just made a couple heads tilt.  In my blog where I wrote about dating, I spoke about my attraction to women, and even mentioned my dating of a fantastic woman now.  By all definitions this makes me a transwoman, who happens to also be a lesbian.  Hypothetically speaking, let’s say my relationship was moving along fantastic, and I got to a point where I would want to marry this woman, I couldn’t even act on that, up to a week ago.

Trying to wrap my brain around the effects of no longer being in a societal normal relationship, was rather difficult from a marriage perspective.  Here we are, seven months of being together and being unsure if legally our relationship would be recognized for no more then what it is now.  A year ago at this time, despite so many things being similar, one major difference was in play.  Legally I was still male.  If for some reason, if my love and I wanted to elope and commit to ourselves to that level, legally speaking it could have been done.  Now don’t get me wrong, she sees me as female, and my passing capabilities allow for where a lot of people assume I am cis-female.  But as the law saw it, our decision to do this would have allowed for this.  What may I ask, changed?  Why was it okay for me to possibly been able to marry my partner, but then within a day’s ruling I was no longer able to do this?

Our love and devotion to ourselves wouldn’t have been any different at any point.  Our willingness to come to compromise, and sacrifice for one another would be that of any other good relationship.  What was different?  The law saw me as female.  That was it.  My personality was truly intact, other that what hormones had done for me; my body is still in the same shape as before.

Sense the confusion? Good, you should.  It’s so odd to have this right, one which everyone should be able to have, and have it simply changed.  But, I’m fortunate.  I realize this battle for rights started a long time ago, it’s only effected me for the past year.  It’s a right I am glad to have back, and I can enjoy imagining what my wedding day will be like again.  It’s also nice to have a person who I can begin imagine sharing that day with me.

For those of you are aren’t transgender, and have been fight for equality rights to love who you do, I’m glad to see you’re able to enjoy these dreams too.  I hope that the dreams of loved ones everywhere in this state will enjoy thoughts that, I’ve been allowed to start to think about again.

Videogames, Sexism, and the Trans Expierence

Before we dive into this topic, I want to apologize anyone who checks in on this blog regularly.  I was putting work into our gaming site, and dedicating some time to a very lovely lady.  But as it is, I haven’t done this in a while, so I am back.

With the work I’ve done with NewbCast Gaming, I did an observation piece about sexism in video games, and well gaming in general.  I discussed how the evolution of sexism in gaming, and stories of people who have experienced that sexism.  What I didn’t talk about during that, is my own experience involving sexism.  As it is, my perspective is, well, unique.  For longest time, my perspective as a gamer has been from that male gamer.

As I have transitioned, and presenting myself as female, the behavior of people I have interacted has changed considerably.  First and foremost, the amount I am hit on is boggling,  good lord!  Here’s the thing, if you want to go meet someone in order to get laid, do it on a site meant for it.  If I am playing any type of game, I am there to play games and socialize.  I don’t need to get laid from someone that is playing a game with me.  If I really need to get laid, I do have a girlfriend. Hypothetically speaking, if I wasn’t dating her, I could go to any number of bars I frequent, and find someone just as desperate undoubtedly.

The worst case of this was on pogo.com.  I was on the site to play cribbage because it’s where my dad and brother use to meet up online to play the game.  I was playing a bot and left the seat open so anyone could come into the game.  I had a guy that came into my game room, and after only about three lines, he started making sexist comments about seeing my breasts and more.

After the game was done, I left the room, reported him to EA and was done with it.  But I was baffled to see this behavior trickle down to a cribbage game.   Here’s a clue, dude, if you have to go to a cribbage room on pogo.com and behave in a matter which resembles a pig, you’re not going to make it very far.

It only escalates from there, the experience I have playing a lot of the games I pour time into have changed.  Along with getting hit on, there have been attempted to RP a date, attempts to obtain obscene photos, and cyber sex.  I knew it came with the territory of transition and falling into roles of a gender I identify as.  Regardless no one should have to tolerate this behavior from other gamers.

Sadly, when pictures like this litter the internet worse then rabbits during mating season, it doesn’t help out image!

Sadly, sexual harassment like I mentioned is only one of the many issues that plague women gamers.  In games such as Halo 3, Halo 4, Starcraft 2, World of Warcraft, Call of Duty, and more, women gamers are constantly told they suck at the game, are told to go to the kitchen, or will have extreme explicit language flung upon them like mud.  This harassment which occurs in the cyber world of gaming is appalling. Any person who self identifies as person, and belittle women in such ways ought to be ashamed of themselves.

This isn’t new to hear sadly. As I mentioned in my article, No, You Go to the Kitchen, this has been an issue that has plagued women since the dawn of gaming groups that met  to play table top games.  Women infiltrate this hobby which is deemed a “man’s club”, and will be mentally abused right back out of the hobby.

This is where I am attempting to make a difference, I report this behavior. Believe it or not, sexual harassment or verbal harassment of any kind is usually a violation of  the EULA in most games or platforms.

The biggest example of this on Xbox Live and Halo 4.  Shortly after the release of the highly anticipated game, there was a statement that users who violate the code of conduct could be faced with up to, a permanent ban of their Xbox live account.

Some people claim that this does little to nothing, and people continue to break the rules.  Cisgender and transgender women alike continue to receive the wrath of  behavior equivalent to a prepubescent boy.

Part of that issue comes from the lack of reporting.  After a game, if a player as jerk and behaved poorly, report them.  If the number from women players single out these bad players, and report them, it will make a difference.

Join me in making a difference.  If you are on the receiving end of this ongoing sexual bigotry report it.  If the numbers stand up and say enough is enough, we may very well yet see a change in how women are treated in the gaming arena.

And for anyone who is a fan of women gamers, let them thrive.  The scene of ‘gamer girls’ is littered with talent, whom of which will challenge the best of players, regardless of what is between their legs.


Welcome Back to the Dating Scene!

Dating.  The social interaction that so many people get to do as they start discovering that people are attractive.  As folks start to go on dates, participants get to the learn the ins and outs.  How men act, how women act.  This of course I am referring to the social conditioning we are taught.  Despite this, there are still nerves, does s/he like me? Am I boring this person? Do they find me interesting?  Should I have worn this outfit?

For those of us who have transitioned, there is a whole new element that is brought into the mix.  The question of, who are we attracted to can arise.  There is also fighting the social conditioning we are taught.  Trans-people are can be self destructive in deciding people may not find us attractive.   This can make dating very familiar to when we were teenagers, learning to date in the first place.  This can make some folks depressed, or leave us very confused.  The issue of whether we disclose we are trans to a person we are interested in dating, (and there is a wild debate about this issue itself.)

My personal experience was no different when I jumped back into the dating scene.  Before any dates happened, I was partly convinced I would never date again.  Let me tell you, a 25 year old should never have to think they’ll never date again.  It was something I was willing to accept to move in my transition. Now, before I go on, I can admittedly say this is partly based on my sexuality.  Before the dates I am about to describe, I have been asked by a handful of men.  Believe me when I say I was flattered.  Of course, I have no interest in men.  I may be a little flirty from time to time, but at the end of the day I am attracted to women, anyone who knows me well will support this claim.

My internal reflections regarding dating changed after I met a gal, whom after talking to her for a while, we decided to get dinner.  We went out a couple nights later, and it was rather uneventful.  It wasn’t horrible, and we had fine conversation.  We made plans to hang out.  It was after that second meet up, that it was decided that it wasn’t worth pursuing.  During the first date, there came up questions of, who holds doors for whom, or who pays?  We ended up winging it, making up the rules as the night went on.

A couple weeks after this dating bomb out, I was thrown right back at it.  I had another first date with another lady, I felt really fortunate about being able to go out on a date again with someone, not to mention I felt a lot more confident about it.  This woman and I were introduced by mutual friends.  After a long conversation about video games, cosplays, conventions and other nerdie delights, a date was a must!  A couple days after we met, we started messaging each other about going out the Friday after I was done with work.  (I admit I was pretty excited about it.)

That night, I rushed home to get ready to go out.  Clothes and make up were flying as I tried to make the time we agreed on.  I felt pretty bad about being late, but was relieved when I learned the restaurant we were meeting at wasn’t too far from my home.  I rushed up there, to meet her.  We had dinner and continued the conversation that we had Monday.  Come check time, the issue of social conditioning came into play.   Upon mentioning this to my date, she took it upon herself (since she is certainly the more masculine in personality of the two of us) to pick up the tab.  I instantly related to friends who have vented about this same thing happening.

Not ready to have my night finished, we went to see a movie that was out a while.  The ideas was to watch a film which we wouldn’t be sharing a theater with many people.  The idea was to visit while we watched.  Being the oh so clever gal I am, I was able to return the favor of picking up a tab for the tickets by being oh so quick my stub card and swiftly placing my check card in which the stub card.  We kept each other company into the wee hours of the morning.

I will admit, I am very fortunate.  After a short time, There was a conversation I was having with my date (this is after several more meetings) I was referred to as her girlfriend.  How did this come to be, I was myself.  I had the conversation about being transgender early on.  Lastly, there has been a lot of communication.  Any issue, interaction, or anything that’s been new to us, we talked about it.  We spoke, shared feelings, and came to understand each other.  But, I was certainly taught that self doubt and the sacrifice I was prepared to make was nothing more than my imagination.

Hyprocrites Surrounding ‘What Is Natural’.

Here comes one of the most dreaded questions a transwoman can deal with?   Are you pre-op or post-op.  And of course there are so many people that are fascinated with someone’s genitals.  That alone is a topic that boggles my mind, and might be of a future blog, but for now, I want to focus in on the question, and more importantly people that have a problem with transwomen that get SRS, GRS, GCS, or whatever you may prefer to call the process.

Whenever a trans person is brought up in main stream media, and comments can be made on these content pieces, you will always find some idgit that is stuck on the idea that someone would want their undesired penis converted into a desired vagina.  Often people will state that this is not right, or this is not natural, or what have you.  To those people, I want to present the few things to consider.

Most of the time, comments like this come from men.  That is, cisgender, male identified individuals who could never imagine harming their penis in way.  Furthermore, a lot of those men would most likely be attracted to women and identify as straight.  Now, how many of those men would complain if a woman they are attracted to has breast implants?  I am going to guess not very many, and that would woman would have some eye contact issues with those guys.  If this is the case, those men have become hypocrites.  In one case a woman has desired to enhance her bust, and will most likely leave guys with a small puddle of drool at their feet.  This is considered acceptable in those individuals’ eyes.  On the other hand, there’s a woman that is trying to correct a birth defect where her chromosomes told her body to put her genitals on the outside of her, instead where they belong.  Just because this is something those guys would never consider doing to a body part they are comfortable with, they deem this unacceptable.  How wrong is it to think that way?  I believe it’s quite wrong.  After all, one surgery is no more natural then the other.

Another argument regarding what is natural would be other products that become parts of our lives?  Hair color, food, make-up, push-up bras, bodies with no body hair, shaped eye brows, glasses, braces, medical prescriptions, and many more are all parts of peoples’ lives, and these are NOT natural by any means of imagination.  But surely for corrective purposes; glasses, braces, casts or splints, prescriptions, and more are used to correct an issue with the human body.  These things are not only accepted, but encouraged to correct whatever may be wrong.  Even other surgeries such as an open heart surgery is strong encouraged to fix a broken heart.  Yet a surgery to correct a disfigured genital area is wrong in the eyes of these people.  Make up, hair color, push-up bras, shaving, eye brow trimming/shaping, are also not natural!  But these are done to enhance a person’s appearance and is considered acceptable.  Hell, the food we eat can be processed, grown on commercial farms, or mass produced.  This nourishment is not natural, but again this is acceptable.

S0 unless you are a person who grows/raises their own food, goes not groom, doesn’t use cosmetics, doesn’t use anything beyond herbal remedies that’s recommended by a apothecary, and will not under go any type of surgeries to correct anything that is broken in your body, using the argument that GRS, SRS, GCS is not natural is a hypocritical, piece a garbage that should be thrown out with your McDonald’s food wrappers.

Lastly, if someone considers the surgery to be cosmetic, so be it.  Are you going to live it, most likely not?  So why should you care if someone else finds it necessary?  It doesn’t affect your feeble little life in any way.  That unless you’re too chicken to admit that you can’t do what a post-op transwoman had the proverbial balls to do; be themselves, and get what they want fixed.

Did You Know ‘Insert Comment’?

“Do you see her over there?  Did you know she wasn’t born a she?”

What an odd thing to say, but did you know that happens more often than you think?  It does.  Transgender individuals tend to get this type of statement directed to them on a regular basis.  What could be worse is comments like this might be made by that individual’s friends.

Amazing isn’t it?  Friends and supporters will do this when a transition has gone really well for some people.  It’s still wrangling our born gender into who we are, and despite it not seemly like it, it’s very much the case.  Friends might say to someone how proud they are of how well a transition has gone, how well so-and-so can pass and it’s hard to tell they weren’t born the gender they identify/present as.   When comments like this come up, it can be part of a first interaction between a new person and that trans-person.  Talking about possibly pushing a boulder up a hill.

Some times these conversations have to occur.  The example I will give is with my sister.  She has been involved in a long-term relationship, and things over all are pretty serious.  When she met him and his family, if she spoke about her family, there was her brothers, mom and dad.  Now if family comes up, there is conversation about her brother, sister, mom and dad.  Clearly there was change to someone in the mix, and outing me as trans in that case isn’t under the same circumstance, as meeting someone for the first time.  Now, people that are met I am simply, sister, and everything is harmoniousness.

Another question that may arise from this discussion then is, “Well who should tell ‘new person’ that you’re trans.”

First off, that is up to the transgender person, don’t you think?  Trans-identity can be a rather deep secret for trans-people, and there are some people we just don’t want to know about who we use to try and be.  If we feel that a person should know we are trans, typically we will tell them when we are ready, and it shouldn’t be any other way.  It’s our right to tell someone that about ourselves.

Secondly, who gave anyone else the right to take it upon themselves to possibly make difficulties?  Believe it or not, even if a person is a supporter, and that supporter reveals the trans-identity of someone, that new person that’s being interacted with may not be as understanding.  If trans-person is being treated as the gender we identify as by someone, and suddenly that trans-person is outed, it can change the way they are treated by the people they’ve been interacting with.

My personal experience so far is I know I have been outed, it’s happened right in front of me.  Other times, it has happened behind my back.  Needless to say, when it does, I grit my teeth.  I know in the cases where it did happen right in front of me, the person that did it meant no harm, but it doesn’t change that I was outed right on the spot, to people that would have never known otherwise.

When that happens, we can be treated, maybe not as male, but not entirely female either. (Vise Versa for transmen.)  We then aren’t getting the full experience to live as worked so hard accomplish.

What this simply means that, outing someone as trans does more harm then go in smaller situations.  Let that person decide if s/he wants other people to know about them and what they’ve gone through.
After all, you wouldn’t want people to know things about you that you’d prefer to reveal yourself.