I am not a transsexual writer. I am not a transsexual blogger. I am not transsexual photographer.
I am a writer because I write. I am a blogger because I blog. I am a photographer because I do photography although I do that less these days I nonetheless have a body of work.
Transsexualism is something I had an operation to treat. I have a hard time describing myself and those other people who also had sex reassignment saurgery as a class or even our need for that surgery making us into a class.
So many different personalities, social classes, ethnicities, interests. I’m friends with quite a few sisters and more than a few brothers.
We are all so different.
I’m labeled a “transsexual separatist” for refusing to go along with the cult like beliefs of the Transgender Borg, as though being part of the Borg was mandatory or again as though transsexual were an honorific, part of a title like transsexual writer.
Instead I simply look at the transgender community and think their ideology fails to make any sense. I don’t like their bullying of people, I don’t like their tactics and I don’t feel much in common with those who express that ideology.
But calling me and other artists who are many years post-op “transsexual artist” instead of just artists, writers, musicians etc is like continuing to describe some one who left say Catholicism fifty years ago as a Catholic based on the Catholic ideology of once a Catholic always a Catholic unless they decide to excommunicate you.
I remember when Ms. was introduced as an honorific for women who rejected being defined as being owned by a man or open to claiming by a man.
I remember the resistance that met women who didn’t wish to be identified according to their being in a legally recognized relationship with a man.
I didn’t have SRS with the intention of spending my life in the world behind the pink door inhabited by gender queers, transvestites, fetishists, full time transgender warriors etc. I had a sex change operation with the intent of being an ordinary left wing hippie woman more interested in the world of art than Transworld, or for that matter the gay and lesbian world, even though I eventually came out as lesbian.
To this day I’d rather go to a mixed event than a lesbian event. Hell I’d rather go to Willie’s Picnic than a Womyn’s Music Festival, SXSW than MWMF.
Last year I started using “post-transsexual” to describe what happens for many of us a few years after surgery. Burn-out is another way of putting it. Hanging out in Transworld is like being beset by a horde of hungry ghosts all grabbing and pulling at you demanding something you don’t have to give them, mostly because what they want is found within themselves.
I hate the label transsexual or transgender because I’ve resolved those issues, made my peace with them and moved on.
If someone reads what I have to offer and gets something that helps them then it’s great. Hopefully someone gets something from what I write.
But I also get to live my life on my own terms and one of those is not being defined by an operation I had some forty years ago.