Musings of a woman who happens to be transgender
So she might not be a girl. It isn’t the end of the world, not for her, and not for you.
I carefully cultivated masculine traits and interests to prove my masculinity and thereby disprove that I had any femininity.
I suppose it’s like socks — for the most part, we put them on and forget about them, and everything is fine, until it isn’t.
Not identifying with your assigned gender is one of the worst feelings I’ve ever suffered. I have never experienced any amount of physical pain which even comes close to the psychic pain. You don’t fit in. You might not even know why. You feel different, but don’t have any words to describe how or why.
For those who have never experienced it, no description will ever suffice. For those who have experienced it, no description is needed.
This week, I'm giving you a few questions which share a common thread - those gender-segregated spaces which have become a lightning rod for legislatures all over the United States!
Being a transgender woman, I’ve had some experience with both.
It’s difficult to gauge the depth of any person’s emotions in comparison with another person, so I don’t think there’s a way to definitively answer this question. But I happen to have a relatively unique experience in that I’ve lived part of my life trying to uphold the lessons I learned about what it means to be a man, and now am living as the woman I have long felt and known myself to be.
First of all, let's get one thing straight. I am a woman. I was born with a penis, my body followed the typical development for male bodies, and more than likely, I have XY chromosomes. But I am a woman, and I always have been.
