Okay now I’m going to catch a bunch of shit from the post-transsexual followers of Ayn Rand and the right wing pull yourself up by your own boot straps crowd.
That’s just fine by me, I’m used to being called names for taking unpopular stands and for standing up for people who are generally being reviled by bigots.
I had someone hiding behind an alias (Which I consider a totally chicken shit move. If you believe what you wrote stick your fucking name on it and own it.) attack Sable, questioning her surgery status.
Get this and hear me loud and fucking clear. I asked Sable for permission to repost her piece because I thought it was well written and at least one or two of her bullet points touched the lives of every woman who has been described at some point in her life by a trans-prefixed word.
I asked her for permission to repost and I will defend her.
I get lumped in with a mythical group of transsexual separatists because I say things about life being different after SRS and that being transsexual is different from being transgender.
So on some sort of superficial level people label me a separatist.
Which is funny because I’m really not all that fond of a lot of people who have come up with stuff like HBS and “classic transsexual”. In part because those a–holes tend to exude a contemptuous level of homophobia. Particularly true when they find out my life partner/wife is also a sister.
I’ve been one step above dirt poor most of my life. I’ve crashed with friends when I have been evicted because I was unable to pay the rent.
It has only been in the last few years that I’ve attained a tenuous position in the rapidly disintegrating middle class.
In 1972, I scraped together some 3,000 dollars, half of which I borrowed from a Credit Union and got my SRS. A year later I had to scrape another couple of thousand dollars together to get revisions that made my cunt actually look reasonably like ordinary female sex parts. I finally paid off all the costs of surgery and the loan in 1978.
This was at a time when I could get a really nice one bedroom apartment for a hundred and fifty dollars a month just off Shattuck Avenue a few blocks north of University in Berkeley.
In the forty years since then there has been a concerted war on the poor. Things I took for granted like nearly free training from city colleges is no longer there.
I paid nothing for the initial examination that got me on hormones. The hormones were free and I got welfare that saw me through the first few months of becoming Suzan.
I am Facebook friends with a local activist. I see her at all sorts of demonstrations, she is earnest, sincere and dedicated to all sorts of progressive causes. She was totally elated when she landed a job at Walmart last year after months and months of unemployment.
We aren’t all rich fucking elitist scum. For that matter not everyone who is able to afford SRS and FFS feels compelled to pull this Ayn Rand Philosophy of self-centered selfishness routine. Many of us still have our bleeding hearts and something called empathy.
Some of us look at our own lives and think how lucky we were to have been able to get our surgery when we did because that window of opportunity got harder to pass through ten years later when Reagan came into office.
Some economically privileged people actually give a shit for those less fortunate rather than taking a shit on them.
Taking a shit on the poor is exactly what the tut-tuting “price of admission” feels like.
People pay a goddamned big down payment on that supposed price of admission when they go 24/7 and take hormone. They pay it when they get disowned by family and friends. They pay it when going 24/7 causes society to treat them like the dregs of the lumpen prole class.
They pay it when they do sex work rather than go back. They pay it when living 24/7 means having to live in some mean ghetto with sketchy chances of legitimate employment.
It is one thing to argue ideology and another thing to dump a pile of bigoted bullshit on a whole class of people. Transvestites don’t make the level of commitment transgender people do and they generally don’t have to pay the same price.
But what pisses me off more than anything else about folks who are wannabee classic transsexual Maggie Gallaghers is how they basically had the same operation I had and aren’t able to understand, “There but for fortune go you or I.”