Being Trans & Happy

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A link to an event hosted by the Guardian, chaired by Paris Lees. There were one or two pearls of wisdom and i particularly liked the story on the train in New York with the Indian lady.

http://www.theguardian.com/membership/video/2015/jun/05/tran...

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Trans-happiness.

Towards the end, the panel members were asked what they found most important/enjoyable about their assorted circumstances regarding their gender and sexual appreciations.

To me, my trans-happiness stems from my essentially cerebral connections with my transgenderism. These connections have enabled me to grasp and examine a very wide range of differing perspectives towards the human sexual and gender conditions.

Since accepting my transgenderism I have been able to explore, treat with, and subsequently enjoy or reject the many different experiences I have tried and tested. These trials and tests have since enabled my to find my own personal niche and consequent happiness.

My transgenderism was the liberating mechanism that enabled me to take those steps.

Thanks for the link Ang. Hope to see you at the Gabycon.

x Bev.

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Excellent Discussion

littlerocksilver's picture

Please get your non-trans associates to spend ten minutes with this.

Portia

I get what they're trying to say...

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...on the subject of passing, but I want to strip my appearance of as many signs of masculinity as I can. For about a five-year period, I was taken off hormones because I smoked. Naturally, I started to remasculinize, and I looked very male during those years. I endured daily ridicule, to the point that I had to adopt an androgynous look--I'd be taunted and laughed at if I were in a dress. Bigots and bullies denied me the opportunity to present exactly as I liked, just because of the way I looked. In a way it was like high school all over again.

After I quit smoking six years ago, I was put back on hormones, and the difference was dramatic. All of a sudden, guys were calling me "honey" and "dear" (OK, it's sexist, but it beats "faggot".) My hair, which had been receding, grew back in and got softer. My skin got softer. I finally felt at least somewhat right.

But I live in fear of someday having my hormones taken away again for health reasons, and having those hellish years return. I admire the courage of those transpeople who can go out there regardless of how they look. I'm just not one of them. If I had the money, I would undergo every facial procedure medical science could provide, so that even if my hormones were taken away, no one would mistake me for a man.

Livin' A Ragtime Life,
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Rachel