Friday, February 2, 2018

Being Out is Wonderful


For my entire life I carried a deep and dark secret with me. Even when I was five or six years old, I carried this secret and was terrified of what would happen if it ever got out - if my parents ever discovered how I felt. As I grew into my early teens, my secret tore into me. School was already hell, but if my classmates knew who I really was then my life could legitimately be in danger. Who knows what my parents would have done if they had found out I was transgender. I have always been transgender. Some of my earliest memories are of gender dysphoria. But I could never tell anyone. The idea of ever telling anyone was terrifying. That would bring punishment, ostracizing, rejection by my loved ones and everyone in my life and in my community.

In my evangelical church and school I was taught that I was a terrible person for having these feelings. They were sins. It meant that I was an abomination unto the Lord, worthy only of everlasting pain and torment. So I would pray to the God to take these feelings away. I would bargain with God, offering to be a better person if only He would deliver me from these feelings. Other times I would pray to Him and beg him to turn me into a girl. Then, I would feel guilty about that, and beg for His forgiveness. My gender dysphoria left me wracked with guilt.

Later in life, I would fear what would happen if my friends found out about my transgender feelings. Would they reject me, consider me a freak, make fun of me, and exclude me? What if my employers or coworkers found out? Would I lose my job? If I lost my job would I ever be able to get another job? Would anyone ever want to hire me ever again?

Worst of all was my fear that having transgender thoughts was something that no romantic partner of mine could ever understand. I feared that I was destined to be alone in the world, never able to find love, and endlessly rejected by partners.

None of that was to be the case.

The first person I ever came out to was a friend in high school. Though she was a year under me, she seemed more worldly and adventurous. This was probably because I had a fairly insular upbringing in a seriously conservative and religious family. One day she offered to dress me up as a lark and I enthusiastically went along with it. She didn't reject me. We were still good friends after that. In fact, with her help, I came out to more friends. Eventually I even came out to the girl I was dating.

I've come out to many romantic partners in fact. Some times they've rejected it outright. The old "it's okay if you do it, just don't do it around me. I don't want to see it." Others said they were cool but were secretly bothered by it and let their anger over it fester. It got me dumped a couple times. But, other times, I met people who knew I was harboring transgender inclinations and thought it was cool.

Even when I moved to NYC after college, I was still afraid to come out to friends. My upbringing had left me with a deep sense of shame and fear. I didn't want to be honest about who I was because I thought that everyone would reject me. Slowly, but surely, I came out to my friends. And eventually, when I met my life partner, I came out to her too. Every time I did I feared rejection. But, people always surprised me.

Now that I'm 100% out it feels great because I no longer have to carry that secret with me. There are still remnants, rogue thoughts that leave me riddled with doubts. But my friends, my family, my co-workers, my employer, and most importantly, my partner were accepting of me as who I am.

I've been lucky. I know not everyone's coming out goes so smoothly. I think about Leelah Alcorn and how that so easily could have been me. I could have written her letter, every word of it. It still rips me apart every time I read it. So, I've been lucky.

But I'm glad I finally came out. I still deal with that fear and that shame, but at least I never have to deal with that secret ever again. I love that I have the freedom to just be me.

7 comments:

  1. Thank you for your courage and hard gained understanding. Regarding the "religious prejudice" against the transgender population: it comes from a cultural misinterpretation of the scriptures. Genesis, the first book of the Bible clearly states in Vs. 1:26, " God created man (mankind?) in his own image, male AND female he created them". It clearly does not say " male OR female", as some religious zealots improperly claim. How one incorporates male and female in their person is life's challenge and reward.

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    1. Yes, I'll have to try that. Or, I can just make up my own Bible verses.

      "Verily, I say unto you 'there is nothing wrong with transgender people.'" Jesus 4:28.

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  2. Ok....WOW....chapter 3 and 4 of your book are so about the first part of this post. They were so starkly different experiences and great examples of what most of us go through. I actually got chills reading chapter 3. That first person we come out to...such a seminal moment at the beginning of our journey to loving and accepting ourselves. Chapter 4 with it's first time put interpretation that only others in our tribe can relate to....whew.
    But, that friend...that friend who accepts and encourages us...so, so important and more valuable than a train full of gold.
    Yes indeed....it is freaking great to be out!

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    1. Thank you so much, Julie! And thanks for reading it. So glad to hear you enjoyed it.

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    2. Having finished High School in Waycross,GA, I thought your book was compelling in that regard (above post chapters) as well. Before the political advent of Mike 'The Tool' Pence in Indiana, it is hard to imagine a more hostile environment for being Transgender than the 'By God' South.

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  3. Who you gonna be at death's hour, bro?
    A man or a woman?
    Better find a church.
    Get baptized.
    Receive the Gift of the Holy Spirit.
    Start loving Almighty God,
    yourself N others.
    Not your tranny.
    Chop, chop.
    Dont have long
    before the Final Curtain, pops.
    Wiseabove on the Last Day.
    This is solely a deception
    to get you kornfuzed by Satan
    on the whorizontal.
    Make Your Choice -SAW

    'the more you shall honor Me,
    the more I shall bless you'
    -the Infant Jesus of Prague

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    1. I already accepted Jesus Christ as my personal lord and savior back when I was like six years old, then again and again in response to many manipulative and guilt-inducing altar calls in the various churches I attended growing up. As someone who grew up Christian, I am well acquainted with the religion's beliefs, scriptures, and philosophies. I am also well acquainted with the "witnessing" of its followers. I'm not interested in your religion at all.

      Also, do you think Jesus would call someone an offensive name like "tranny?" That sounds rather mean spirited for someone supposedly interested in my eternal salvation.

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