Listen up y’all.
Some people got a little bit upset with me over my last blog post because they felt like I made it seem like my parents were at fault for the difficulty that I experienced as a closeted transgender kid.
Let me make this abundantly clear: It was no one’s fault.
Not my parents. I’m sure they would have helped me if they had known, but I couldn’t even figure out how to tell them. Neither is it my fault, because few in those days were equipped with the language to talk about trans issues.
It really is nobody’s fault.
I struggled. Not as much as some, but I struggled for sure. Would I take that back?
Honestly, no. I actually wouldn’t change a single thing that has happened to me in the past 36 years, and I’ve been through some shit. I have chronic anxiety, I was in an abusive relationship, I tried to commit suicide. And all of that lead me to here, to the person I am now, and fuck, I love that guy. All that hard shit made that guy who he is, and I love him despite his flaws.
This blog isn’t even about the past, it’s about the future. It’s about the things that I’m excited about, the things that I dread, the things I’m not expecting. To get there, however, we need to take at least a cursory look at how I got here.
Sometimes shit happens and it’s nobody’s fault, it just happens.
Peace.
Iron Unicorn 
Parents as well as their children are products of their environment. I was raised Roman Catholic a religion which actively (via the Pope usually – and by the Priest at your church definitely) hates on LGBT people.
Notice the T at the end. The T is hated on last because they are the last segment of the LGBT population to gain media attention but most likely one of the oldest segments of the population.
Just not in this white, male, (?straight?) dominated country of ours. In ancient civilizations the trans population was respected as a segment of society. Now, in America and with a few decades past “Will and Grace” straight men understood gay men because their girl-friends were besties with them. So they were like dudes not hitting on me unless its in front of my girl-friend and that’s cool because well, it’s obvious.
But the trans population? There is no American media exposure. Our parents and even me (myself, and I) didn’t know that was a way of life until like the trans-women exclusions from feminist spaces of the late 90s and early 2000s…
Dude, I don’t know where I’m going with this except to say – DO NOT APOLOGIZE FOR ANYTHING.
Also you have a good heart to want to back your family up.
The past is never perfect.
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Thanks Karin, that really means a lot 🙂
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