I don’t expect understanding — only the willingness to witness, and in that, you have already given more than most. Pain is not diminished by recognition, but it is made less isolating. And if nothing else, I write so that what I carry is not borne in silence. Thank you for reading.
You write beautifully. I hate that you have to carry this weight. I’ll admit I have been struggling to reconcile my understanding of the trans community as it exists today with the one I knew 15-20 years ago living in NYC because they are very different. I am both relieved that I didn’t imagine a time when the community was warm, resilient and based in reality, with a simple wish to be accepted for who they are and to be treated with kindness and respect, and sad for you and others that this community was co-opted in such a way that you must now walk through a world less understanding, less sympathetic, more hostile…
I just wanted you to know that you still have allies out there who see and hear you, who don’t think you’re a monster and want to work in thoughtful ways to get back to a world that is safe for and accepting of transsexuals. Sending love.
You write exceptionally well, and while I don't always agree with you, you certainly articulate much of what I feel about my experience (as a long transitioned female to male transsexual). I hope you can continue to write such pieces, not everyone that finds them important will comment but I imagine you have been a lifeline to quite a few people. Thanks again
Hey, I wanted to say I've been following your stuff for a while, and you're an amazing writing. You make salient arguments about transsexuals in society, and what has become of the movement (that is to say, further marginalizing the people who desperately need the care). I wanted to approach you about joining TAN for these beautiful pieces. I don't know how to message you in particular, but it is a thought.
*writer. I can't type. TAN is meant to be a spot for people with shared ideas, particularly based on what you yourself write. If anything else, it could offer community. I see your writing as a huge asset, and we would like to push narratives like this one to the forefront.
You sound really depressed in fact it was depressing just to read your article. You should probably get a hobby and stop focusing on your transsexuality. When I was a teenage girl inflicted by puberty I thought my life was over it completely interfered with my plans and I would have bought into the transsexual scam to avoid having. But I'm sure glad that option wasn't open to me back in the 1960s and I'm really sorry that you made whatever choice you made but realize that whatever you are now it isn't what you were meant to be but some doctor is
You mistake clarity for despair. I do not write from a place of regret or self-pity, but from the weight of knowing exactly what I am, and what that means in a world that would rather I didn’t exist. You frame your puberty as an affliction and assume I must have felt the same, but transsexuality is not a rejection of hardship — it is the inescapable reality of being born into a body that was never mine to begin with. Whatever you believe I was ‘meant’ to be, I assure you that it was not someone who could have simply willed herself into peace. If your past had led you down the same road, you might understand that. But it didn’t, and I am glad you found your way to yourself without needing to cross the distance I had to. I only wish you could extend the same grace to those of us who did.
While I dont necessarily understand your choices, I do feel your pain and frustration. You write beautifully.
I don’t expect understanding — only the willingness to witness, and in that, you have already given more than most. Pain is not diminished by recognition, but it is made less isolating. And if nothing else, I write so that what I carry is not borne in silence. Thank you for reading.
You write beautifully. I hate that you have to carry this weight. I’ll admit I have been struggling to reconcile my understanding of the trans community as it exists today with the one I knew 15-20 years ago living in NYC because they are very different. I am both relieved that I didn’t imagine a time when the community was warm, resilient and based in reality, with a simple wish to be accepted for who they are and to be treated with kindness and respect, and sad for you and others that this community was co-opted in such a way that you must now walk through a world less understanding, less sympathetic, more hostile…
I just wanted you to know that you still have allies out there who see and hear you, who don’t think you’re a monster and want to work in thoughtful ways to get back to a world that is safe for and accepting of transsexuals. Sending love.
You write exceptionally well, and while I don't always agree with you, you certainly articulate much of what I feel about my experience (as a long transitioned female to male transsexual). I hope you can continue to write such pieces, not everyone that finds them important will comment but I imagine you have been a lifeline to quite a few people. Thanks again
Hey, I wanted to say I've been following your stuff for a while, and you're an amazing writing. You make salient arguments about transsexuals in society, and what has become of the movement (that is to say, further marginalizing the people who desperately need the care). I wanted to approach you about joining TAN for these beautiful pieces. I don't know how to message you in particular, but it is a thought.
*writer. I can't type. TAN is meant to be a spot for people with shared ideas, particularly based on what you yourself write. If anything else, it could offer community. I see your writing as a huge asset, and we would like to push narratives like this one to the forefront.
You sound really depressed in fact it was depressing just to read your article. You should probably get a hobby and stop focusing on your transsexuality. When I was a teenage girl inflicted by puberty I thought my life was over it completely interfered with my plans and I would have bought into the transsexual scam to avoid having. But I'm sure glad that option wasn't open to me back in the 1960s and I'm really sorry that you made whatever choice you made but realize that whatever you are now it isn't what you were meant to be but some doctor is
driving a really nice car thanks to you.
You mistake clarity for despair. I do not write from a place of regret or self-pity, but from the weight of knowing exactly what I am, and what that means in a world that would rather I didn’t exist. You frame your puberty as an affliction and assume I must have felt the same, but transsexuality is not a rejection of hardship — it is the inescapable reality of being born into a body that was never mine to begin with. Whatever you believe I was ‘meant’ to be, I assure you that it was not someone who could have simply willed herself into peace. If your past had led you down the same road, you might understand that. But it didn’t, and I am glad you found your way to yourself without needing to cross the distance I had to. I only wish you could extend the same grace to those of us who did.