You know being nearly 50 years post-SRS I think I can say from experience that my pussy has been a major contributor to my overall happiness in life.
Dec 2, 2018
I was raised on this colloquial wisdom of my dad, an Irish cop and first-generation American: “You can always tell an Irishman, but you can’t tell him much!” My Jewish in-laws constantly prove the accuracy of the old saying, “Ask two Jews, get three opinions.”
We transgender folks have favorite expressions, too. My favorite is one adapted from old car commercials and ads from my youth, and is not exclusive to the trans experience: “Your Mileage May Vary,” now more likely to be seen in a hashtag as #YMMV. It means no one’s journey, or struggle, or transition, is necessarily like anyone else’s.
It’s also been said, “Once you meet one trans person, you’ve met… one trans person.” That is to say, as in #YMMV, we are not a monolith. We have commonalities, but we rarely function as a community. That’s why I prefer the word “trans population” as opposed to “trans community.”
But for the past week, we have been speaking with one voice, and it’s our angry voice. You already know this if you are friends with one of us, or you are a member of this statistically small population — a 2016 study determined 1.4 million adult Americans, or 0.6% of the country, identify as transgender. That’s the number who admit it, at least.
It seems to me like we have become a mob, and it’s not President Donald J. Trump and his administration’s repeated efforts to limit the rights of our population that has us up in arms.
This is in itself maddening, that we are not coming together to object as the Justice Department pleads to the U.S. Supreme Court to overturn injunctions on President Trump’s proposed ban on transgender military service, or its reported attempts to change policies to erase trans people from existence, or at the very least to be outraged at how Immigration and Customs Enforcement agents let a transgender woman die in their custody.
A “sad trans girl from Brooklyn,” as she describes herself, has been the target of our ire. Her name is Andrea Long Chu, and she is a writer, critic, doctoral candidate and author of a forthcoming book. This young woman has unlocked the journalistic achievement of a lifetime: getting published in The New York Times. “My New Vagina Won’t Make Me Happy.”
We are not friends, but I was impressed with how Chu expressed her deep, dark depression, with just days to go until she underwent a vaginoplasty. She wrote eloquently and effectively of her struggles with transition, hormones and her decision to have this gender-affirming surgery. She’s on the other side now, having had her surgery last week. From what one can see on her Twitter account, she’s in good spirits.