What qualifies you to dismiss this condition as a mental disorder, a delusion, or something similar? I’m not asking you what your beliefs about Transsexualism are, I’m asking you why YOU specifically, a non-transsexual, think you are qualified to comment on a condition that NOBODY other than another Transsexual person can truly understand.
Even if you were, say, a gender therapist who worked with hundreds of Transsexual people, or a scholar who devoted themselves to the study of this phenomenon, or a medical researcher who did actual lab work to try and understand the cause, would that allow you to FEEL what we feel?
Would any of that allow you to experience the anxiety of being a child trying to suppress your natural behaviors and mannerisms, while trying in vain to acquire those of the gender you’re told you are?
Would it help you to understand why everyone told you it was wrong for you to want the pink magic marker, or the sneakers with rainbows on them, or the red bicycle instead of the blue one?
Would it give you any insight into what it felt like to sit in a barber chair with tears streaming down your cheeks as you watched locks of your long hair fall to the ground, not understanding why your parents insisted you look like a handsome young man.
Would it allow you to understand what it feels like to have 3rd grade boys gang up on you and call you names like "fa**ot, or homo, and make fun of how you throw, or run, or cry - because you don’t understand why people hate you simply for "being."
Would it help you to know what it feels like to cry yourself to sleep night after night because your voice was starting to get deep, and there was nothing you could do to stop it?
Would it help you to experience the disgust of watching hair begin growing all over your body, and worse, on your face, and then feel the embarrassment and shame of having to use a razor to shave it off.
Would it help you to experience the pain of disappointing your mother by never getting a graduation photo, or yearbook photo for her to treasure, simply because you couldn’t stand the idea of her thinking of you as her boy becoming a man.
Would it help you to understand why a group of seniors would carjack you and repeatedly smash your skull into the sidewalk because they were convinced that someone who never dated a girl had to be gay - even though you knew you weren’t gay.
Would it allow you to feel the awkwardness of trying to establish some sort of relationship with a woman just so other people wouldn’t wonder why you’re 26 and never had a girlfriend or sex because you couldn’t stand the sight of your own body, or the thought of showing it to someone else.
Would it give you even the slightest inkling of what it feels like to stare at a piece of paper thinking about how to say goodbye to your family because you could no longer take the feeling of being something you knew you weren’t, and decided it would be better to just not live anymore?
Would it translate the absolute terror of telling another person something so shameful that you kept inside yourself for over 40 years?
Would it allow you to experience the sickening prospect of losing EVERYTHING you know and love, your spouse, children, family, friends, career, home, possessions, just to take a shot at trying to get back some semblance of a livable life, knowing that there is no guarantee you will even make it?
Will it let you feel the sadness and pain of grown adults insulting you, spitting on you, protesting you, teaching their children to hate you, seeing groups of teens break into peels of laughter as you pass, or store clerks giggle after you make a purchase, or your boss lie to you face and tell you he’s letting you go because business is slow?
You think you know us. You think you know about our condition… about our lives… about our despair… about our losses… about our motives… about our sanity… when the truth is you don’t know S-H-I-T! You know less than nothing. You are vincibly ignorant.
The one thing you do know is your childish, disgusting hate, and the temporary pleasure you get from insulting and invalidating people who’ve never done you an ounce of harm - people who want nothing more than to be treated like ordinary human beings. People who are not even asking you to understand, but just to be civil.
To John (Jeune, Pete C, whoever the hell you are), A Yahoo, snotalie, Tara J, and the handful of others who come to LGBT on a daily basis to spew hatred, my question to you is this… What is it in your twisted, angry minds that compels you to take precious minutes of your life to be mean to other human beings who haven’t done a damn thing to you?
You don’t even have to answer me. Just answer yourselves, honestly, and then REALLY think to yourselves… "do I know ANYTHING about Transsexual people, and why do I need t
@ John - thank you for answering this question. I wanted to demonstrate to everyone that you are totally enslaved by your obsession, and you couldn’t ignore transpeople if you tried
It’s obvious why you are unable to explain to us what qualifies you to comment on Transsexualism, because you really don’t know, do you?
The joke, you see, is on you.
While all these examples true, and while most Transpeople can relate to at least a few of them on some level, we need neither pity nor sympathy from the likes of you. What gratifies me (and others I hope) is watching you, helpless, like a puppet on a string, do exactly what I want. Do you think I don’t know what sort of stuff you’d respond to? Do you think I don’t know EXACTLY the sort of question that would bring out the worst in you. I pull the strings and you react, and all your impotent efforts to deride me and invalidate Transsexualism, can never change the fact that you are a weak, pathetic man who dances at my command.
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