I feel like I’ve hit some kind of milestone in my transition. I’ve been getting a lot less “sir” and a lot more “ma’am” recently. Some of that is simply because I changed where I work to a more accepting part of the DFW metro and the other part is that being over two years on estrogen is really making a difference. Oh, and there’s the electrolysis and laser hair removal.Read more "Some Kind of Milestone"
I went something like a month without any dating apps on my phone. It was a relief to not spend my free time swiping through potential candidates for The Dating Game. My friend, Lindsey –the premier bachelorette in Lafayette, LA– downloaded a dating app in February and I downloaded the same one. I also downloaded […]Read more "A Good Fit"
At one point I said something in French and K said, “Ooooo. Don’t do that again or else” and she smiled and covered her face. I told her that I’d changed my mind about what I was willing to do that night and spoke some more French to her. Sometimes it pays to be Cajun.Read more "I Fell Off of the Bike"
The part that makes me most sad is that the people in your communities that most need to hear what I have to say dismissed me a long time ago. That’s part of the problem with the way you handled me when you found out I was transgender… you cut me off, ostracized me, and threw the one bible verse related to gender expression in my face.Read more "With the Sinners"
Is this a cautionary tale of a Christian who gave themselves over to sin? Is my life proof that god is as angry and vindictive as so many of you fear that he is?
Is this yet another story of a repressed member of the LGBTQ community imploding in true Drama Queen fashion before they explode out of their closet in an orgasm of glitter and perfectly tweezed eyebrows?
Is this the story of a selfish asshole?
Is this the story of a flawed human?
How the hell should I know and why are you asking me for your answers?
As the three of us came back together, I chose my wording carefully.
“I don’t want to lay down the victim card.
“I won’t say that they took my spirituality from me. I’ll say that I let them have it. I made the choice to let them take it out of my hands.
“I need to take it back…
“What about Jesus?”
I asked him what he meant by that.
“Why can’t we just hold to what Jesus says and throw away the rest of the bullshit? Why isn’t there a church that does that?”
I didn’t have an answer for him. His question was too innocent and too deep for my pat answers and rote theological treatises.Read more "Interlude 5"
“Do you know how I know you have a problem with alcohol?”
I shook my head.
One of the other group members, a former military guy and admitted alcoholic, spoke up, “Because you didn’t dump it down the sink. Shit, man, that’s a valuable liquid as far as guys like you and me are concerned. We wouldn’t dump liquid gold down the drain.”
It had never occurred to me to dump it down the drain.
I finally understood why God led me to that particular Grief Symbol. Just like that weed would always be on the farm, I would always be Trans. The only way to not be Trans would be to kill my heart, which would destroy everything beautiful in my life in the process. I thought about Jesus’ teaching about weeds and wheat, how they grew together and couldn’t be separated without killing everything.Read more "Interlude 4"
There was really only one problem I encountered as I came to grips with how I was made: The Secret. It eroded the ground beneath me. It met me in the gaze that looked back in the mirror. It dunked me in cold water every time a chauvinistic man questioned my manhood in that typical asshole-yet-friendly way North American men talk to each other. It cried out to be acknowledged every time I talked to my LGBT brothers and sisters.Read more "Truth"