Many transsexual people I have encountered over time have chosen to introduce themselves to friends or acquaintances as being more than "just" transsexuals.
Instead of just being honest about having been biologically male or female, and having changed that, they invent stories about having been born intersex - presumably because in their minds, the audience will somehow view them more sympathetically that way than if they were just honest to begin with.
Obviously I am not referring to those who were really born intersex, but to those who appear to be ashamed of being associated with transsexuality, or of the route they had to follow in life to get where they are now. It should go without saying that this doesn't sit well with me.
Some lesbian acquaintances of mine sat down this weekend and tried to make a list of local lesbians who are famous for sport or as performers, actors etc. They did this because they were looking for South Africans they could be proud of and identify with as role models. Naturally the list was quite short, and nearly every name that was suggested was not a South African at all.
For me this highlights a problem we have in South Africa - not just among lesbians, but the gay men too - and especially among the trans folk. Despite the apparent protections of our Constitution, people are still too closeted and ashamed/scared to be known - especially professional people. Lawyers, doctors, actors, physiotherapists etc.
I'm not. I am who I am - and fuck you if you don't like it. I've been out for 12 years and I'm still here, never been fired, never been killed. Perhaps people do not discriminate against me because I will not take it lying down, or perhaps it's because I get on so well with everyone around me - who knows? But it's sad really, that one has to be perpetually ready for a fight in order to discourage others from fighting you, but there it is.
There is something almost exhilarating about exceeding some people's limits without even trying. It's sad - and also sometimes rather funny to find some people literally step back about 3 feet when they are told I am a transsexual woman - and then act as if they think I can somehow "infect" them with something just by being in the same room. It's quite funny to watch them run.
All this just demonstrates how small people are, like a plane trying to take off on a runway that is suddenly much shorter than they thought it was, and they crash and burn at its unexpected end.
“Dead Man’s Hammer” by Christina Engela
“Obsidian crows frequently got run over because quite frankly, they were too damn lazy to get out of the way and anyway, they would just get up and walk off again afterwards. They were flightless birds, mainly because they were extremely hard bodied and far too heavy to fly – unless they fell off a cliff or were launched from a catapult. (Anything will fly if launched from a catapult – ask the Navy.)
Deanna was just another third rate colony in the Terran Empire – and it was pretty much as boring a lump of rock as could be expected. That is, until Gary Beck, aka Beck the Badfeller ran over an obsidian crow with his Jeepo and didn’t have a spare tire. (Things pretty much went down hill from there.)
There was an assassin in town now and she had a score to settle. She was pretty, but as most poets will tell you, beauty can be deceiving. The same poets, who would write about Helen of Troy as the face that launched a thousand ships, would write about Villainessa Tittle as the bitch that sank them. As an assassin, she was the worst kind; this meant that she took pride in her work, enjoyed what she did for a living – and above all, that she was bloody good at it. And this time unfortunately, it was absolutely 100 percent personal.”
Published: May 26, 2016
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You get over the feelings of rejection after a while, and it stops hurting and you go numb - and eventually you start to see the funny side of it all. I'm sure many gay people also know that feeling, although I doubt many people deal with the feelings of hurt, anger and rejection in the same way I do.
Often a person who is trans, or gay, or picked on for being different to the mob, doesn't understand the reasons why other people fear them or hate them or reject them. And often, these people will react with aggression and hostility as a kind of defense mechanism. This also sometimes makes things worse for the individual - and the group - because then the haters have been given a reason to carry on rejecting and persecuting the victim - because Sam/Samantha is not very nice to be around, Marcie/Mark won't play with us anymore, or is being bitchy and "typical of THOSE people". This also shuts down lines of open and honest communication, preventing any exchange of information or learning between us.
And it isn't laws that end discrimination - it's education. Education and enlightenment changes people's minds about preconceived ideas, prejudices and dismantles fear and hatred - and that is what does it.
People should understand that when others ask them questions about their orientation, sexuality or gender - or in fact anything personal - it's not always out of hostility, but could also be out of genuine curiosity. It's an ideal opportunity to educate them and open their minds. It's amazing to see the light of understanding ignite in the eyes of someone who now understands much better what you are - and has new respect for who you are.
My job is to teach people the facts about these things, about gender identity and sexual orientation - that we are people, just like them; that we have feelings, needs and emotions just like them - and that we can hurt them just as easily as they hurt us. Life is a two way street - and sometimes there are collisions.
I'm a woman who got here via the transsexual route. That means some things in this body were removed - my brain wasn't one of them - and neither was my heart. If that stands in the way of us being friends, or more - then it's their loss, not mine.