My New Vagina Won’t Make Me Happy

When I saw this in the New York Times, “I went uutt-oohhh. Some crazy ‘trannie” just violated “Tina’s Law” which says:  All Trans-folks, who are surgery tracked should be require to keep their mouths shut until at least 2 years have passed getting said surgery.”

Not the worst rule on-line and one that keeps people from looking back and thinking, “Geez I can’t believe I was stupid enough to have made that particular pronouncement.

BTW she is wrong about post-SRS vaginas being surgical wounds forever.  Couple of years down the road and our main concerns other, than pregnancy and cervical cancer, which aren’t going to happen, are pretty much the same as natal women.  Things like yeast infections etc.

I’m really kind of disappointed because I see her as a fresh voice saying things that need saying.

From The New York Times:

And it shouldn’t have to.

By Andrea Long Chu
Ms. Chu is an essayist and critic.
Nov. 24, 2018

Next Thursday, I will get a vagina. The procedure will last around six hours, and I will be in recovery for at least three months. Until the day I die, my body will regard the vagina as a wound; as a result, it will require regular, painful attention to maintain. This is what I want, but there is no guarantee it will make me happier. In fact, I don’t expect it to. That shouldn’t disqualify me from getting it.

I like to say that being trans is the second-worst thing that ever happened to me. (The worst was being born a boy.) Dysphoria is notoriously difficult to describe to those who haven’t experienced it, like a flavor. Its official definition — the distress some transgender people feel at the incongruence between the gender they express and the gender they’ve been socially assigned — does little justice to the feeling.

But in my experience, at least: Dysphoria feels like being unable to get warm, no matter how many layers you put on. It feels like hunger without appetite. It feels like getting on an airplane to fly home, only to realize mid-flight that this is it: You’re going to spend the rest of your life on an airplane. It feels like grieving. It feels like having nothing to grieve.

Many conservatives call this crazy. A popular right-wing narrative holds that gender dysphoria is a clinical delusion; hence, feeding that delusion with hormones and surgeries constitutes a violation of medical ethics. Just ask the Heritage Foundation fellow Ryan T. Anderson, whose book “When Harry Became Sally” draws heavily on the work of Dr. Paul McHugh, the psychiatrist who shut down the gender identity clinic at Johns Hopkins in 1979 on the grounds that trans-affirmative care meant “cooperating with a mental illness.” Mr. Anderson writes, “We must avoid adding to the pain experienced by people with gender dysphoria, while we present them with alternatives to transitioning.”

In this view, it is not only fair to refuse trans people the care they seek; it is also kind. A therapist with a suicidal client does not draw the bath and supply the razor. Take it from my father, a pediatrician, who once remarked to me that he would no sooner prescribe puberty blockers to a gender dysphoric child than he would give a distemper shot to someone who believed she was a dog.

Naturally, a liberal counternarrative exists, and it has become increasingly mainstream. Transgender people are not deluded, advocates say, but they are suffering; therefore, medical professionals have a duty to ease that suffering. In this view, dysphoria is more akin to a herniated disc — a source of debilitating but treatable pain. “Gender dysphoria can in large part be alleviated through treatment,” states the World Professional Association for Transgender Health in its Standards of Care. Dr. John Steever, an adolescent medicine specialist at the Mount Sinai Center for Transgender Medicine and Surgery in New York City, told The Times last month that a gender-affirming approach seeks to “prevent some of the traditional horrible outcomes that transgender or gender-nonconforming youth have ended up with,” including increased rates of depression, suicidal ideation and substance abuse.

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3 Responses to “My New Vagina Won’t Make Me Happy”

  1. Tina Says:

    Oh for goodness sake, another person talking about her outcome before she’s had her surgery. Even if you don’t agree with my “law”, at least wait till you have your new vag before talking about it. Immediately post-op can be difficult. Many folks who supported you as “trans” can’t seem to deal with you without that appendage. They do not want to accept you as WOMAN, they can, sort of, handle “trans”. Now they ask others if you are, in fact, a woman. I had an ex-friend seek the opinion of a drag queen who was a gay man performing as a female artist of the past (and quite good at it too) — she, of course, said I’m not a woman — so on the advice of his “expert witness” he informed me I was just a guy – no matter what was between my legs.

    I was lucky. I survived those first difficult months, when just about all support disappeared. Folks at the New York City Gay and Lesbian Center helped a lot. It was that I was so totally sensitized that I noticed almost every slight from many of the disapproving Lesbians. Some of them try so hard to be gatekeepers.

    After a while I grew into my self, my body. One gay woman told me she never saw anyone as comfortable with their body as I was. That’s one of the outcomes of SRS (sexual reassignment surgery) – finally being comfortable in my body in a way I’d never envisioned. My vag did, in fact, make me happy. No one told me it was a wound. I was told ways to care of it. I discovered I could still orgasm (would a “wound” do that?).

    Immediately after SRS I was thrilled. I was VERY happy. I could not understand why other folks who were NOT affected by my actions were so set on destroying or denying my happiness. Still doesn’t make sense.

    At the same time, as I grew into my womanhood, I began to understand that I was now “just another woman” — I was no longer “special”. If I wanted a normal life, I’d have to give up the “specialness” of trans. I think many either cannot, or will not give it up. Many become professional “trannies”, their “ricebowl” depends on it. We do need folks like that. Others just fade away into life.

    Chu spoke out of turn about something she knows nothing about. I suspect her essay fed into some existing attitudes at The N.Y. Times. Too bad.

  2. charlie Says:

    This is an amazing display of self obsession and narcissism. I read the article in hopes that the author said something revelatory. Nope, nothing but the high pitched squeal of a living cliche.

    BTW, unless he alters his entire endocrine system, the guy ain’t getting a new vagina. He’s getting mutilated genitals. Why did the NYT Op/Ed section decide to publish this in the first place??

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