All the stars in the sky
You’d think, after living and breathing gender issues and gender transition for the past eighteen months or so, that I’d have something useful to say about it. I feel like I can’t, though. It’s not that I haven’t thought about it, or that I have absolutely nothing to say, it’s that there’s too much. It’s overwhelming, and it all mushes together in my mind.
It used to be simpler. When I was very young, gender existed in my mind as two arbitrary points: male and female, boys and girls.
Why this division existed, I couldn’t say. All I knew was that there were two boxes, and some kids got plunked down in the “girl” one, some in the “boy” one. I found myself in with the boys for reasons unknown, so I accepted the label. I tried very hard to figure out what it meant, and why I apparently kept doing it wrong. There were names for little boys who didn’t act like society thought little boys should; I learned them all.
I think it’s that way for a lot of people, especially at first. Men and women, what else could there be? But as I got older I found there was room to move around inside that box, and that maybe it was larger than I’d originally thought. I could find a place, perhaps, where I felt more comfortable. I could even cross into the other box from time to time; the internet, and anonymous chat rooms, made it possible. I still remember typing 13/f/CT in response to the usual A/S/L (age, sex, location) queries, and finding out just how easy it was to take off one gender and put another one on. I also got an early education in how largely male groups treat girls—I immediately got dozens of requests for cybersex from horny boys (as an aside, I thought about that when a bunch of drunk guys started hitting on my wife and I at a hockey game recently. I wish I’d thought of the “sorry, we’re gay,” excuse back then).
I ran through a bunch of different gender flavors, from skinny little vampire boy to long-haired slacker to pony-tailed English teacher and later librarian. None of them ever really fit me, and as time went on I felt more and more wrong in my body. When I learned more about transgender people, and began to understand what I was and where I wanted to go, my understanding of gender basically came apart.
I started to embrace the concept of gender as not two rigidly separated boxes, but as a spectrum that I could exist at any point along. This spectrum ran from cis (a word meaning “not trans,” basically) male to cis female, and there could be all kinds of places to live in between. This gave me a direction and a goal, and I started to move.
Strangely enough, as I moved along what I thought was a straight line from one thing to another, I discovered that it wasn’t so simple even as that. I wrote about my experiences slipping over some invisible gender line back in December, and I said then that gender is less like two points than it is like a huge sea dotted with islands. Now I think it may be even larger and more complicated than that, a huge three dimensional space full of all kinds of points we can exist in. Our traditional stereotypes for “male” and “female” might be points in there somewhere, though I have yet to meet anyone who actually fits those exactly. I know I’m still trying to figure out where mine is, or if I’m happier just wandering from point to point.
Everyone, as you probably can see from reading all the other posts this month, does and relates to gender in wildly different ways. Everyone is trying to get to a place where he, she or ze can feel like their body, mind and soul are aligned, wherever that may be. And suddenly this piece is about more than just gender, isn’t it?
These days, I think of my transition in the past tense. It happened. I came out, went on hormones, my body shifted and grew more feminine, I started living as she instead of he, and, finally, I got my new driver’s license with a new name and sex marker on it. My experience was, looking back, far less about gender than it was about self-discovery and acceptance. Every trans person experiences gender and transition (for those who do transition) differently, but for me it felt kind of like this: I was a boy who grew up to be a woman. Or, better: I grew up to be me.
I’m thinking I’ll never be done exploring my own complex relationship with gender and identity. I’m still trying to figure out just what kind of woman I want to be, and I have not managed to come to terms with a lot of my past yet. Still, it’s good to be traveling. There’s a whole universe out there to discover.
I really enjoyed reading this. Gender plays such a huge role in defining us from day one. We really do make all sorts of assumptions based on gender every day. It's such a basic framework that people use to understand their world. And yet at the same time if you scratch the surface you can see how arbitrary gender really is. They're just a couple of labels, but we all know in one way or another how difficult it can be to transcend labels. Your journey must have taken an incredible amount of courage! I can only begin to imagine.
But what I really want to know is, how did you defeat the electrified alligators?!?
I've been amazed by how often it comes up, and in what ways. It's one of the very first things we notice about someone, and it influences how we interact with that person in amazingly different ways. It also shapes how we see ourselves and how we view the world. Gender is a label, but an enormously potent one!
I feel like I should write an adventure story about the alligators: Susan vs. the Gender Guarding Gators!
I truly wish you well in your journey. I'm hoping I can get past some hang-ups I still have (ones that April won't change.)
Thank you, my friend! And best of luck on your own journey.
This is utterly fantastic. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for reading!
What a great piece. The xkcd-style cartoons fit the tone perfectly. I’m glad you’re comfortable enough with the subject matter to throw in some levity. If only the rest of the world was the same way…
I'm really glad you like the cartoons! I'm horrible at art but I love making cartoons. I'm also not one for taking things too seriously, at least not all of the time. 🙂
This is great. Thank you for writing it.
Wow, that's so exciting and HUGE. I kinda want to write comments like "I can't imagine what it would feel like to reject the body you were born with". But then I realize that it's not that different from how I'm often changing my own body. Mostly with gaining and losing weight, which is granted far less purposeful and much more socially common… But I think we all experience it to some degree.
I think one of the most amazing aspects of transgendrification (new word!) is the simple awareness that makes possible the changes. I think a lot of people would, and likely do, just live with the discomfort. Because the immensity of the transformation — both physically and out in the world — seems like SO much to bear. Rock on.
And hey. Maybe one day trans clinics will pop up all over strip malls like weight watchers centers. (But will the clinics ALL be next door to ice cream parlors or dunkin donuts how WW's centers are? I dunno…)
You're right in some ways, I think–and part of what feels good is just that ability to take some control over my body. I also like to think that everyone is in some sort of transition from what they were to who they will be, all the time.
I lived with the discomfort for a very long time before I realized what, exactly, it was. When I figured it out, it was like someone took away a huge weight that I hadn't even known existed! However, there is so much more awareness and understanding of transgender people these days than even a few years ago that I think it'll be increasingly easy for people to understand themselves and their options in the future.
I loved the drawings, too!
Thinking about what a moment (a victory? !) it must have been just holding that new driver's license…
Thank you for sharing all of this. Much luck and love on your continued journey.
I'm glad you like the drawings!
I actually went back and looked at all my new ID again after you posted this. It still feels amazing. And thank you very much for your kind wishes!
Great piece, Susan