Hello, it has been a while posting on my blog. I was on TV in the meantime – here’s the
link. http://www.myfoxcarolinas.com/story/28018223/transgender-identity-a-spiritual-walk
I am who I am and you
are who you are. It is very
important to be who we truly are on the inside. Otherwise we are not totally
whole. Here are a couple of examples I’ve
been thinking about:
I do not want to sound bitter about my life as a woman, but I
dated and lived with women who did not understand me. I always settled for being
something I was not, trying to please them. I lived as a lesbian for 25 years
but find it interesting that all our “couple friends” were straight, and I always
played the traditional male role in the relationship. It always felt like a
male-female situation. I also could not stand it when my partners tried to
touch me intimately. It reminded me of what I was not. I went into dysphoria
because I totally rejected having female body parts – it made me feel
ashamed. I told my partners that I felt
I was male, not really understanding at the time that I was actually transgender.
Unsurprisingly they did not appreciate the whole not-touching thing. It was not
anyone’s fault, it just did not work out.
I’m happy that now I have found someone who gets me. Interestingly, my
family has told me that identifying as a transgender male makes much more sense
to them, knowing me, than being a lesbian ever did. That always felt unsettling
to them – they knew something wasn’t quite right. Claiming who I really am, and speaking my
truth, has set me free.
My 9-year old son recently played with a transgender little
girl, who looked like a regular girl. After they played, I told my son that she
was transgender just like me. At first he didn’t believe me, but when he
realized it was true, I feel he had an “a-ha” moment. In that moment he saw me in
a different light so to speak. I think
he’d always felt there was something wrong with me, but meeting the little girl
helped him to understand. We now feel
much closer. If I were not true to
myself, leaving the lesbian relationship that I had with his mother, I would
not be showing him my true self and we would always have had a disconnection.
I had another incident the other day with my son. I kept
telling him that I wanted to go to his basketball games. He never told me why I could not. As I was
driving him to his Mom’s house he said from the back seat of the car, “You can
not go to any of my basketball games because Mom does not want you talking to
the coach about being transgender.” He
then said “and by the way I do not want you to meet any of my friends because I
am embarrassed about you being transgender.”
At that moment my heart dropped
to my toes. My heart ached and I started to cry. So I said “Maybe you should
not see me for a while.”
I did not say a word for about 10-15 minutes. After
awhile I composed myself and I said, “How would you feel -- I never thought I
would ever say this to my biracial little boy -- how would you feel if someone
did not like you because of your skin color?
Or, if you had a burned face, or no arms and legs? I have not changed on
the inside; just my outside has changed.”
He said “But-” and
I interrupted, “There are no ‘buts.’” He
said “I would feel really bad.” “That is
how you made me feel,” I told him. “If you can not love all of me like I love
all of you than maybe you should not see me for a while.” That was probably the
hardest thing I have ever said to him.
He loves the John Legend song ”All of me” – where the
lyrics say he loves all of her even the parts that are not perfect. I told him we were lucky because we chose each
other, since he was adopted, and not everyone gets to choose who they are with. So when he was getting out of the car he
said, “Meam [he’s always called me that], I love all of you. I want to be with
you -- all of you.” I couldn’t say
anything at that moment, but the next time I saw him I thanked him for being
honest with me. That was a very tough conversation, but I had to stick to my
truth, and I am glad I did. If I can’t
have this talk with my child, and show him who I truly am, then I can’t be true
to anybody.
I am very lucky to have a brave little boy who is one of
my great teachers.
