There is a real reason why this blog contains more stories about politics, economics, the environment etc, etc than it does about transsexual and transgender specific stories.
I get several feeds from people who collect transsexual and transgender stories from around the world plus I get Google and a couple of other story feeds.
Most of the stories are quite honestly boring. Sometimes I make exceptions if people seem really interesting or have made a break through. Lea T. and Nina Arsenault are sort of exceptions Lea because she represents a level of break through and Nina because of her honesty and self awareness of herself as “art project”.
But generally I am not interested in Pageants or RuPaul’s opinion of anything. I find most of the stuff that comes from the mouths of drag queens, especially performers to be an insult to all women including both post-transsexual women and transgender women.
I was always more cute than glamorous. Glamorous was a better descriptor for some of my friends. But I liked being pretty and attractive as much as the next woman. I obsessed about my weight and appearance and getting older. At times I dressed so blatantly sexy/sleazy I couldn’t help being objectified and I ate the attention up like it was caviar and Moet’s Champagne.
I know the pleasure of arousing the lustful male gaze, the sense of power. Yet even then I knew there was more to me and I wanted to be taken seriously when I was some where during the day time doing something I wanted to have taken seriously.
This is why I get tired of so much emphasis being placed on the physical appearance of some of the young and pretty sisters.
I think it is great Thai Airlines is hiring “Lady Boy” flight attendants. So rather than doing sex work a few of the prettiest of our Thai sisters can be part of a flying drag show, where they wear tags identifying them as Katoeys. So they are not only objectified but treated as a third sex, with the male customers being protected from deception by having the flight attendants wear badges that clearly identify them as Katoey.
I get really tired of hearing and reading about “transsexual” porn stars and sex workers who insist on advertising the size of their cock and how “functional” they are. When I first came out it seemed like the only careers choices we had were performer, hair dresser or sex worker. That was 40 years ago times have changed. Besides the majority of transgender women are trying to claim they are legitimate as women without SRS. Your advertising your cock size undermines their attempts to be taken seriously and their attempts to find a profession other than sex work.
Post-transsexual women are women, end of story. We are not transgender. While some of us deal with the fall out from the objectification embracing of some sort of freakish “third sex” by ranting and raving in anger, others of us just sigh and think, “How in hell will an inclusive ENDA ever get passed?”.
Objectification of the nature encouraged by the hypersexualizing of transsexual and transgender has as much impact as the tasteless caricaturing of our lives in crappy movies like “Ticked Off Trannys with Knives” and the tasteless sketch on Saturday Night Live.
We want to be taken seriously and treated with dignity, permitted to lead ordinary lives with jobs that are fulfilling as well as paying a living wage. This is hard to do if people have to constantly fight objectification and caricaturing.
Post-transsexual women and men are real women and men, part of our distancing ourselves from “transgender as umbrella” is that too many under that umbrella embrace some sort of third sex/gender construct that undermines the credibility of post-SRS people.
Therefore I get tired if the steady stream of stories that seem to belong more in tabloids than in my life. Particularly when the people I know, post-transsexual, pre-op and transgender are generally far more ordinary people and less given to either flamboyant self-objectification or to being caricatures.