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Trans persists, but is not everything

  • Posted on January 2, 2025 at 12:33 pm

Yes, I am still here, 12 years on, older and wiser by a street. I ran out of steam with the trans blog years ago. After all everything had already been said, argued, confirmed and fought over. In many ways nothing has changed and the pendulum continues to swing. Trouble is, it tends to hit people before it swings back.

I have been thinking about writing on Medium or Substack instead, since they have risen in prominence and availability over the years. This blog desperately needs a tech update, and my coding skills haven’t been exercised in a while, and it costs me, whereas they are convenient, ready-made and conversational. However,  several things hold me back.

  • Everyone writes so much that being heard becomes a competition. Here, I can watch the stats (interesting) without getting obsessed: what if no-one ever read? If I don’t self-promote and still get read, something other than algorithms must still be working.
  • Very early on I switched off comments, and thank goodness, because the waves of gratuitous transphobia in recent years are emotionally damaging.
  • I only started this blog as a way of: (a) avoiding back-channel discussion of my transition, (b) self-therapy and (c) support and discovery for lived experience to counter opinion and misinformation. It has been nothing if not authentic.

I don’t think I can contribute anything unique about the nature of being transgender because there are brilliant writers and researchers not only online, but on LGBTQ+ bookshelves in all mainstream booksellers. (If your local store is censored, they are still online, and if short of funds, look up the authors for their own sites and YouTube etc.)  I can only be myself, and I am not defined by being trans any more than left-handed people by that. I just happen to be trans, living in a world that still remembers how left-handedness is sinister.

So maybe I’ll be back here just musing and reflecting. I note at the start of 2025 how my stats are skewing to the USA. You people are in for a really rough ride (the pendulum has swung and hasn’t a whole lot further it can go) and I know how fascism is taking hold. I expect much more influence to reach into the UK too. So if you are reading, there’s all the years I wrote about which remain authentic to the experience of being trans. Stay there with your own authenticity, even if you cannot get the treatment you need, and have to keep your head down. Petitions and protests rarely achieve much (though sometimes they can) because power doesn’t work like that.

I have made two important moves since retiring as a technical author (which is all about understanding the way things work and being able to interpret and relay that). The first was to take up Qi Qong and Tai Chi as a way of increasing my self-awareness as an energetic living being. I want to go more deeply into it to understand our actions, inner actions, and interactions. The second was to begin counselling and psychotherapy training. I want to go more deeply into it to understand our actions, inner actions, and interactions. Yes, there is coherence here: to know myself better and to know better how and why people become who they are. Help myself, help others.

We become who we are in every respect; we are not born with stories in our head and we scarcely belong. We spend the rest of our lives becoming, through ingesting stories and trying to make sense of the world so that we can belong.

No-one is born ‘believing’ they are trans (or binary or non-binary, for that matter), just as no-one is born ‘gender critical’. We learn what others tell and teach us. We have to belong, because we are a social species. We become all of these social things. I didn’t become trans in 2010, but I did start becoming a woman. Everyone learns their gender, their roles and expectations and their own relationship to these. What we do to belong, what we learn to believe, can be very uncomfortable indeed. But becoming a person never ends, because better narratives exists and new ones constructed. I do not have to belong to a social group with bad constructs, though I do still feel the effects. What I must aim for is authenticity.

We were not born with ideas in our heads. Everything in there was learned. We want those ideas to be coherent, meaningful and helpful, and that is a joint enterprise. Keep the good, drop the rest. Sometimes we must leave almost everything behind. It never ends.

Lady in waiting. Proud

  • Posted on July 8, 2014 at 11:17 pm

What an incredible feeling it is to be in the last week with this body-as-born. Everything continues to fall into place, things are drawing to a close quite neatly and orderly. No spare time (except for the innate impulse to write), but time still to be ready. And time to reflect on what in the end has been a four-year journey.

How did I get here? I mean, if I had stacked the odds four years ago against the achievement, and gratitude and resolution I feel today, I would not have dared believe it.

I count the formal permissions I have sought, the doctors, psychiatrists, counsellors, therapists, the administrators, the letters, the deed poll, the notifications, the regrettable divorce, and next the Gender Recognition Panel. For which again, I have to pay. How many times have I had, in this time, to persuade, convince and appeal to people who have no experience of being born transsexual, that my birth certificate was inaccurate?

Have you ever had to do that?

I shall never need to do this ever again.

I began by asserting that it was quite normal to be transgender. To keep love in my life I tried persuading myself that I could be ‘two-spirit’. I fought myself, accepting others’ needs for me to be what they wanted me to be. Bit by bit I watched it all taken away (see Through my eyes) as those nearest me failed to recognise me any more. I hit a suicidal low as I realised I may never know love and intimacy in my life ever again. And despite everything, gradually, I became fully myself, with an inner peace I had never before known.

I

I danced through the past year as I released the bonds reluctantly with my loved ones, and found a real home among people who only knew me, as the dancer-poet-musician. I worked my way through from the rather obvious trans employee among a team of men (she’ll understand, she used to be a man!), to feeling now that I can go anywhere and do anything I choose.

Am

I am proud. Not for being transsexual, but for being me. For beating the adversities, the misunderstanding, the distrust, the dis-ownership and the uncoupling. I am proud for being here, and being greater than all these things. I am proud for finally being released from doing, being, making others what they want to be – by not being authentically me.

Not

And I understand: I am not beautiful. I am not slim. I will always have attributes that make people look or think twice. I do not have a girl’s teenage experience. I was not the pregnant and breast-feeding mother. I have never been chased by unwanted men (though I have been abused in the street as a woman). I do not have the ‘right’ history to remember. And I am not male, in any sense or memory at all. I never was.

Unloved

I have yet to find anyone who finds me attractive. I have come to regard human love very differently, and that another love can exist that I value, but that is hard to find. I am not really unloved, because people have told me that they do, and in a way that I understand, accept and appreciate. I wrote the poem Realisations in 2012, even before I finally let go the old way of living, and sadly it is still true and with me today. I’ve grown to like it again though …

No, the sadness is still there as I watch so many other couples and families survive and refind their loving, when one of them goes through the unravelling of transition, and see instead ‘the wonderful unfolding of flowers’.

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And yet in these last days before my surgery, I feel so empowered that I feel the world belongs to me. The surgery will flatten me for a while, and I expect post-natal blues as well, as all the effort comes to fruition with little more to do ahead than rebuild strength.

But my goodness, I am a woman with such a grasp on life that I am free, and I am strong. I have taken complete responsibility for my life, and I shall go wherever I like to make the utmost of it.

Come promise; compromise

  • Posted on March 29, 2014 at 4:42 pm

‘The government has vowed …’ It’s what? I hear and notice it a lot and wonder what it means. A vow is, depending on your dictionary, a solemn promise, and earnest promise, a serious one, a personal one. It seems in origin to have religious overtones, in other words a promise that your god hears and will hold you to. It’s really about your best intent. Of course for many of us the first and only vows we are asked to make are marriage vows. How lovely that in modern ceremonies you can devise your own, word them as you…