Home

Transgender or Transsexual

There’s been an ongoing heated debate by some transsexuals to separate themselves from the “transgender umbrella”. They claim that legislators find it difficult to allow a person that identifies as male, but dresses in female clothing to use the ladies room. Rightly, all debates about inclusion workplace protection center around “gender identity” or “gender non-conformance”. However, a transsexual feels they are born with a physical birth defect – the wrong genitalia, and that they are in fact, the sex opposite that listed on their birth certificate. Maybe it boild down to a transsexual as a matter of biology and transgender as a matter of choice?

I’m currently, not taking a position in this debate, but a recent article about a crossdresser on a US Airways flight is the embodiment of their concern. When legislation is proposed to protect transgender people, the public envisions the casual cross dresser that identifies as male, rather than someone born transsexual like Janet Mock, Editor of People Magazine.

Unidentified US Airways Passenger

Janet Mock, People Magazine Editor

 

Read more

Did you Know (I am Gay)?

I was reading about  contest for a VIP package to be given away for New York Pride on Bilerico. One of the comments was so profound that I had to share it with everyone. Unfortunately, I have no way to contact the author, Deiter M. Here’s Deiter’s comment:

You were the lady in the grocery store parking lot last Thursday.You were just about to your car and you dropped one of your bags of groceries that spilled all over. I ran over to help you pick up all your items. I noticed you had a bumper sticker on your car. It said: Marriage = 1 Man + 1 Woman. After I finished helping you load all of your items into your car, you thanked me and said: Thank you young man, what a kind thing to do. Most people are not so considerate.

You did not know that I am gay.

You were the man in the parking lot of the fast food restaurant by my house on Saturday. Your hood was up, and you were looking around as if you needed help. 2 teenage boys on their bikes were riding around the parking lot making comments about your “cheap car” breaking down. You yelled at them: “shut up fags.”I pulled my car up next to yours and asked if you needed a battery jump.You did, and I obliged. After your car was running again, you said:”Thanks dude..you just saved me a whole lot of hassle..no one else bothered to help me.”

You did not know that I am gay.

You were the young lady in the cell phone store on Monday. You had your daughter with you. I am guessing she was about 5 or 6. outside the store, 2 men walked by the window. They were holding hands, and pushing a baby stroller. You looked at the clerk behind the counter and in the most disapproving tone you could muster, proclaimed: “ughh..gay people around kids is just disgusting.I would NEVER let my kid around that kind of people.”

While you were busy voicing your disapproval, your daughter walked out of the store, a mere few feet from a main and busy street. I left the store to get your daughter, and bring her back inside to you.You got a little tear in your eye, and emphatically thanked me for protecting your daughter from harm.

You did not know that I am gay.

Besides the fact that I am gay, do you want to know what ELSE you did not know?

The fact is that every night in the privacy of my home, I am forced to wonder why so many people think that I am such a “considerate”, “thoughtful”, “helpful” person when they see me in the context of just living my every day life to the best of my ability, being a good person, and being kind to others and treating everyone I meet with respect.

And yet, without knowing, each of you were hurting me in return for my kindness. Voting to make it illegal to marry the person I love. Yelling gay slurs meant to harrass or belittle someone.Assuming that gay people must all be bad, and that there must be something wrong with them, and incapable of being positive role models for children.

Well all of the above incidents actually did occur. You all accepted my help. You all thanked me.You all thought I was a good person.And after I left you, you went back to your bumper stickers, your name calling, and your assumptions about what all gay people must be like.

I am a gay man. I was in fact born this way, and make no apologies for it. All I ask is that you stop sometimes and think about your actions when dealing with other people around you.

Your actions have consequences, whether or not they are visible to you, and maybe next time you are in need of help, you may not receive it. All because you made assumptions about a group of people, or an individual, based on stereotypes or ignorance or fear.

There are many things about people that are not always so apparent at first glance.

So be kind to everyone. The next person to cross paths with you,might be a person that you will miss out on a great opportunity to share lifes experiences with. All because you made an assumption about a person who has many good qualities.Please be careful what you say or do to other people around you. It would be a shame to miss out on something wonderful.

All because “you did not know.”

 

Read more

USAF Discharge (1991)

A short narrative about the following documents:

I entered an enlistment in the United States Air Force in June 1990. During basic training I was assigned to the Drum and Bugle Corps. Afterward, I was stationed at Lowry AFB, in Colorado for Space Systems Electronics Training.

During my stay at Lowry, I visited a base counselor because my new wife and I were having troubles at home. She “outed” me to the counselor. He was actually a kind and respectful man. This is an issue I would not discuss because it embarrassed me and I still didn’t know what exactly was going on inside me.

I was assigned to Holloman AFB, in Alamogordo, NM. My new position required elevated security clearance from “SECRET” to “TOP SECRET”. After reading over the security application I noticed on the last page: “I, the undersigned, certify this application to be void of derogatory information”.

I read over the last page again and found a section which read, “Derogatory information includes but is not limited to pedophilia, sexual assault, fetishism, transvestism, homosexuality…”.

I put off returning the application for weeks until it was demanded of me sometime later. I didn’t want to out myself, but I couldn’t legally sign the application. What was worse, to certify that no derogatory information existed and to be found guilty of perjury, or to refuse to sign and be discharged.

I was a lose-lose scenario for me. They ordered me to a psychiatrist, tested and interviewed me for hours, removed my clearance, and eventually, they had what they wanted.

A few things in this document bother me:

  1. I am not a transvestite. From what I had seen on day television, that was the term that most closely identified me. However, at the time, I had never even heard of gender identity disorder or even the term transsexual. That is how they labeled me, but I did not have the knowledge or the vocabulary to refute their assertions.
  2. My rank of E3, of which I had been wearing for weeks, received pay for and was clearly noted on my leave and earnings statement, is never referred to. It was if I was demoted as well. I just discovered, however, that at the end of page 36, my correct rank is noted as AIC (Airman 1st Class) Aldridge.
  3. A section reads that I “…wanted to leave the service as soon as possible.” This is not true. I wanted to stay, but the choice given me, as my wife was pregnant, was to process the discharge quickly so she could give birth in our home state, or drag the discharge out until after the birth. I expressed my desire for the former. Reality was the latter.
  4. My supposed “behavioral disorders” of passive aggressive behavior were assigned as a diagnosis because I was hesitant to discuss my personal feelings with the psychiatrists.

 

 

Read more

“Loving” and the Fight for Marriage Equality: Banned by Facebook

Facebook is blocking this moving video by Americans for Equal Rights. It is narrated by Ted Olsen and David Boeis. Facebook is blocking this video:

 

So in defiance, I am embedding the video here and posting it on Facebook.

 

Read more

Observations of an 11 Year Old

The legislative session is over and I’m thinking I need to lighten up a bit and enjoy the summer.

For the last 11 years I have been living in a gender role that is different than the one I spent my first 29 years in. There are understandably a few things that I miss about my old life. I really miss my first name, Justin. I miss being a Dad. Sometimes I even miss being a chauvinistic, misogynistic pig, but karma is a real bitch on that one.

Of all the things I miss, I wouldn’t say I would want to go back to them, but I…well, maybe I would for a few…

  • Salesmen: Whether it’s a car, appliance, fetzer valve, or flux capacitor, I know more than the salesman. Regardless, they treat me like an idiot. I struggle to keep from losing my cool in these situations. I did have a relapse in West Town Mall during the Christmas shopping season a few years ago. The kiosk sales people can be very pushy to the point of almost accosting a person as they walk by. I’d had enough one year, as the kiosk operator approached with some exfoliating hand creme. He reached out to grab my hand I turned and drew forth the most manly, grizzled voice I could find. “No!” I barked. R. Lee Ermey and Sgt. Carter would have been proud of my command voice. It had the effect of causing the salesman to wet his pants and perform a perfect about face.
  • Grooming: I still remember the days of sleeping until a few minutes before I had to go to work. I could shower, brush my teeth, run some gel through my hair and be ready for work in a few minutes. Nowadays, getting ready in under an hour is miracle worthy of canonization. Makeup looks great on, but it is a pain in the ass to paint my face every day and touch up all day long. Hair? Ha. It takes at least half an hour just to get it dry. After that is done THEN I can commence the styling.
  • Pockets: I used to bitch at my wife (now ex-wife) all the time because she could never find her car keys. Oh, they were always in her purse, but it was so full of crap that she could never find them. Every time I go to my car, I now feel guilty. I can never find my damn car keys. They’re always in my purse, but it is so full of crap that I have a hard time finding them. There is something to be said for having everything you need in your wallet and your two front pockets. Men have it easy that way.
  • Peeing : You know, there are times when being able to stand to pee can be a good thing. I travel an awful lot in my work. Sometimes the places I stop to relieve myself  are kind of nasty. I don’t want to walk across the floor, much less sit on the toilet seat. This is when having male anatomy could be a good thing. I was once stuck in a traffic jam on the interstate in Blytheville, Arkansas for two or three hours. An Aquafina bottle sure can come in handy in those situations if you know how to use it – make that two bottles. It’s not fair though. I keep telling myself I’m going to buy Jaime a SheWee for her birthday.

With all of that conveniences that I’ve given up, I can more appreciate what my mother, sisters, and girlfriends went through daily. Still, I’m sure most women would jump at the chance to have the conveniences of their male counterparts even if only for a day.

 

Read more
Page 5 of 21« First...«34567»1020...Last »

Archives