Transkids as “Homosexual Transsexuals”

I was 24/7 before I turned 22 and that was pretty darn young in 1969, especially considering I first had to get to San Francisco, work up the courage to risk being purged from my Action Faction cadre, come out and find someone to give me hormones.

Did I mention that I liked guys?

I had a few unsatisfactory sexual encounters with gay men, enough to figure out why they weren’t attracted to me beyond friendship and respectful relationships in the various movements.

A few months after coming out I started sleeping with straight guys.

I wound up being one of those women who said yes to a man who said no.

I had a bunch of sister friends as a result of working at the center.  They all had straight boy friends.

How could this be since we were all still pre-SRS?  Indeed we considered ourselves straight too.  Delusion?  Self-deception?  Internalized homophobia?

Nah.  There is a bit in John Rechy’s City of Night that tells the story far better than Bailey, Blanchard, Hontas Farmer and the dancing troll sock puppets ever could.  The lead character Johnny Rio (Jon Rechy) is talking to another male hustler about one of the queens in late 1950s downtown LA and one of them makes the comment, “You would have to be totally queer to not be turned on by (a queen whose name escapes me).”

There is something summed up in that comment that eludes the freaking boy wonders of the psychology field with their ingrained homophobia and misogyny.  A major element of sexual attraction has next to nothing to do with actual between the legs sex parts.  Much of it is reaction to secondary sexual characteristics and to qualities that are far more about gender than sex.  Much of the courting rituals are gender based in humans and our relationships with men were nothing if not heterogendered.  I was a radical hippie chick and he was a Marine Corp deserter.  You can’t get much more heterogendered than that.  On top of everything I was just starting my feminist consciousness raising.

I saw this pattern over and over again.

It is an absolute vicious slander to describe these relationships as “homosexual”.  Only the Taliban religious freaks and their secular kinfolk the psychiatric theorists like Zucker, Bailey, Blanchard and their sycophants Lawrence and Draeger think that way.

Which brings the circle back to the supposedly young emerging “homosexual transsexuals”  like the sock puppets and the burqua wearer.

How freaking self loathing do you have to be to embrace that one?  In Hontas Farmers case I’d say seriously disturbed.  First this person embraces theory that is absolutely loathsome in its vile hatred of transsexuals then this person embraces not only the political party that has made a platform out of LGBT/T hating but one of the vilest forms of all the women hating/LGBT/T hating misogynistic religions.  Not that any of the desert three are exactly woman positive.

Hontas Farmer reminds me of the poster children for Exodus and the other hate based religious reparative cults that offer to make LGBT/T people into celebate self loathing but cured LGBT/T people.

Oh by the way..  Back in the days when I was still pre-op and was still radical calling me gay would have caused me to go all “Days of Rage” on your sorry lame ass.

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Early Frauds, Predators and Self-Agrandizers

In the summer of 1966 there was a trannie riot in San Francisco’s Tenderloin at Compton’s Cafeteria.

Transsexual, drag queen sex workers and those who  Viviene Namaste and Mirha-Soleil Ross addressed as “Gender Trash” in their short lived publication rioted.  They were sick and tired of being exploited and bullied by the pigs.  Sick and tired of being arrested for existing.  Arrested for obstructing the side walk while sitting in a restaurant eating.

That riot is the forgotten Stonewall.

Out of it came the first organization by and for transsexuals and from that organization grew the many things that made San Francisco a mecca to go to in order to go through the process.

This organization first met at Glide Memorial Church and was called COG for Change Our Goal.  It was aimed at helping people who were living the most marginal of all possible lives to both achieve the physical change and in the process gain the tools to move into main stream society.

I met some of the sisters and they were pretty far sighted visionaries in what they wanted to accomplish.

By 1969 when I started the process the original group had splintered with a very strange couple, the Durkins forming something called CATS (California Association of Transsexuals.  Jerry Durkin was a troll and Louise was this bizarre hulking giant with flaming red hair and a ship’s propeller tattooed on her massive forearm.

They were the first trans group I managed to connect with just after getting hormones from the Center for Special Problems.  Now I was very hippie girl from Berkeley cute and naive.  Jerry the troll got me to give him a blow job in exchange for information regarding how to find the real support group, Louise had conveniently stepped out to score some wine with some money I gave for that information.

Fortunately this encounter with predatory frauds did not discourage me and I used the information to contact the other group where I met some of the real pioneers.  Two years later I was co-running the center they started.

Then there was Angela Douglas who bore a great deal of resemblance to some of the modern frauds and self-aggrandizers.  He (I use he because in spite of getting SRS from Dr Brown, the Butcher of Trailer Parks in Mexico lived most of his life after the 1970s as a man and died as a man) was the founder of something called TAO (Transsexual Action Organization)

He was the freakazoid trannie darling of the West Coast underground press during the early 1970s making all sorts of claims of his accomplishments that tended to not hold up under close examination and fact checking.  He claimed to have been in the band Love for one thing.  Upon close examination he came off as a serious head case and not one who wold come down from his personal trip were he to go drug free for a while.

There were some things I do believe he did although I cannot prove.  He hated the National Transsexual Counseling Unit.  He claimed he was CIA and that we were cops, that Jan was a drug dealer and that I was a communist.  He used his his poison pen to spread lies and rumors about our organization.

Later when the Sandy Stone affair with Olivia Records could have been a minor incident he threw gasoline on the fire that was based on the allegations of a few people some of whom may have been deep stealth WBTs trying to prevent people from suspecting them by being the first to cast stones.

Anyhow Angela Keyes Douglas wrote the infamous letter that became the basis for half the things claimed by Janice Raymond.  It could have been read as satire but people in the movement were rather humor challenged at that point and so a letter to Sisters (an LA feminist publication) was taken seriously.  Especially when it made the misogynistic claims that WBTs were superior to Women Born Female and that gradually through artificial birthing processes women born female would be eliminated.

In his later years he would send long rambling letters filled with incoherent threats and fantastic accusations to anyone who mentioned his bullshit on line.