Responding to Pre-transition Pictures Without Being a Colossal Asshole: A Guide

I take a lot of selfies. Like, a lot of selfies. I may be 33, but I have the heart of a young Millennial, posting a picture of my face on my way to or during all kinds of things. I love them. Is it vain: maybe. It helps me though. First off, it’s a confidence booster to put up a picture of yourself and get back a bunch of positive responses (good medicine for a day when dysphoria is particularly weighing on you). Beyond that though, I’m planning to do a transition video in the future and having that many images cataloged by date posted will give me a handy pool of pictures to show the timeline of little changes.

Occasionally, under certain circumstances, I’ll also post an old picture of myself pre-transition. Why? Well, because it’s fun to see people’s eyes get big as they shout “that was you?!“. I’m proud of how far I’ve come. I’m proud of how different I look now from when I presented male. I also know that before transition I used to look up other people’s before and after pictures to get an idea of what kinds of results I could expect from hormones over time and I want to give that same opportunity to others. Now, I don’t show those pictures to just anyone. Seeing an old picture can be a trigger for some trans people and for me it depends on the people I’m with. If I’m surrounded by people who know me as Faith and respect my identity, I have no problem showing them. If I’m around people that still want to refer to me by my old name and pronouns, looking at those pictures is depressing.

Earlier today I was on a makeup group on Facebook. I’m not the only trans woman in the group and occasionally one will post a before and after. It’s a really good group for the most part and most of the responses were pretty positive. Still, when you put that kind of information out there to such a big group of people, you’re going to get an array of responses. One that I kept noticing (and finally said something about) amounted to various forms of being hurtful without realizing you’re saying something negative. Comments like “you were so hot as a guy!”, “I would have totally dated you before”, “you look good as a woman but looked better as a man”, etc.

It baffles me that people think these are okay responses. The whole point of posting a before and after is to let people marvel at the transformation. When you uphold the past as being more desirable, you send a message that the trans person made a mistake. You also show that you see their transition as being something for you, not them. Transition is not something done for the benefit of others. It’s a selfish act and I mean that as a good thing. For transgender people, actually transition and living authentically is the ultimate act of self-care. It’s often done at the expense of friends, family, jobs, and even homes. That kind of sacrifice isn’t made for the benefit of others. In fact, living for others is what keeps a lot of transgender people in the closet in the first place.

Another thing to note is that these kinds of responses are a desire for a person that never actually existed. Remember, physical appearance never ever dictates gender identity. I don’t care if the trans woman you’re talking to looks like Jason Momoa; if they say they’re a woman, they’re a woman. Showing preference for the past photograph is to pine over a fictional character. That person never actually existed. They just pretended to be what they looked like to please an uncaring world. Saying you miss someone’s former identity is to tell them you want them to go back to pretending, go back to being miserable so you’re life can be improved on an immeasurably small level. It’s an asshole thing to do.

Finally, show some damn respect. Sharing a before picture, especially on social media, is a tremendous act of bravery. They didn’t owe you that. So often transgender people get asked for before pictures and it’s incredibly rude. You have no right to see how someone used to look, no claim to that information. When someone shows it to you, it’s as an act of pride. They want you to be amazed at how far they’ve come. It’s no different than sharing before and after pictures of weight loss. Would you tell someone “I liked you better fat?” Actually, scratch that. I actually have seen people say that and it’s just as creepy. If someone’s happy being heavy, awesome; more power to them. But if they want to make a change you should compliment the results of the journey, not lament that it was ever taken in the first place.

This is my before and after. It’s something I’m proud to show because I’ve come a long way. I like knowing it can serve as a source of hope for other transgender people not as far along as I am. I’ve been told before that Joe was a good looking guy and I’m inclined to agree. It doesn’t matter though; he didn’t exist. He was a masculine shell I was trapped in so I played the part and tried to make it normal. The picture on the bottom is real. The picture on the bottom is what should get the attention. Before shots are just a marker to show how long the journey has been. If you’re looking at them with any kind of longing or disapproval of the change, you’re doing it wrong and insulting the transgender person opening up to you.

So please, I beg you, don’t be an asshole if a transgender person chooses to show you their before picture. Take it as the tremendous honor bestowed upon you that it is. Be humbled by the act of bravery you’re witnessing. And, for goodness sake, don’t ruin the moment by implying the transition was in any way a mistake.

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Businesses Showing Pride: “I’m Lovin’ It”

Happy Pride Month.

June is always a fun time to be LGBT. For just a few short weeks, the whole world gets a lot more queer. Pride events pop up everywhere, colorful parades march down city streets, social media is awash with rainbows, and tens of thousands of people boldly declare that they’re not ashamed to be who they are and love who they love. It’s all so wonderful. In the past few years, it’s become more and more commonplace for businesses to get in on the pride action. Special rainbow packaging appears in stores for various brands, LGBT take center stage in advertisements, and colorful decorations welcome people into local shops. It all comes together to create a world that, just for a few weeks, seems to be fully accepting of LGBT people.

Just don’t read the comments…

If you read the comments on any of these corporate displays of pride on social media, you’ll see the same statements pop up with alarming regularity: “Boycott such-n’-such!”; “Can’t you all just flip burgers/sell clothes/whatever without being so political?!”; “This is just a marketing ploy to get attention” ; and my personal favorite… “stop pandering to the LGBT people!”. That’s all stuff you kind of expect, right? I mean, we sadly still live in world full of homophobia and transphobia (fun fact: as I was typing this out, my word processor took homophobia just fine but underlined transphobia to tell me it’s not a recognized word; we’ve still got a long way to go). What’s weird though is to see people who are supposedly either pro LGBT or even a part of the community themselves spouting off a different form of disgust. “My civil rights are not an opportunity for you to sell stuff”; “stop reducing our struggle to a marketing slogan”; etc.

Am I really seeing this? Are we just so used to being defensive that we react that way even when we’re winning? Of course they’re pandering to us right now…it’s freaking Pride Month! This is our spotlight time! No, that doesn’t mean we fade into the shadows the rest of the year, but months represent things to people and I for one like seeing businesses embracing that.

Do you consider this pandering or making light of Black History Month?

How about this? Is this pandering?

Now, I’m sure many of you are saying, “yes; both of those are examples of businesses doing terrible things!” I’ve heard that opinion before. I’ve also seen more than a few advertisements that used this gimmick and did so in very poor taste. Still, I don’t get as angry about the general concept as some people seem to. Yes, an advertisement is ultimately there to sell you something, but that doesn’t mean it can’t have another message as well. Why can’t an ad for a tennis racket also remind people who have breasts to get screened? Why can’t McDonald’s make me hungry for fries while also reminding me that February is a time to celebrate the history of the African American population?

Side bar: I do have a big exception to all of this and that’s organizations that claim to exist for the sole purpose of championing these causes but use most of their money to either pay CEO’s or sell merchandise with their logo on it. “Autism Speaks” and “The Susan G. Komen Foundation” are examples of this. 

“But Faith,” I hear you saying, “can’t they just include gay and trans people in their commercials without having to make it seem so special? Isn’t the whole point to show this is all normal?” I mean, they can; some even do. Secret Deodorant had one of there “stress test” commercials about a transgender woman being afraid to use the bathroom. Dove’s “Real Moms” campaign included a transgender mother. JCPenny ran ads featuring a two-mom family on Mother’s Day and a two-dad family on Father’s Day. Now, this is far from saying we have plenty of representation out there already, because we clearly don’t. Still, itt is happening and it’s growing. But why is it okay now to be all in-your-face with the LGBT stuff in ads?

Well, as I said earlier, because it’s freaking Pride Month!

What is Pride if not a bold declaration of ones assurance in themselves? I don’t ever remember seeing a Pride Parade where LGBT people in plain clothes just quietly walked down the sidewalk along with everyone else, blending in and causing no stir. No, we shut down entire streets for that. We wave flags and cover ourselves in glitter. It’s a beautiful thing, and I love seeing businesses getting involved with it. Are we really going to proudly march passed the McDonald’s on the corner, waving our rainbow flags, but be offended that they waved one back? How does that make sense?

And remember, LGBT acceptance still has a long way to go. I’ve seen people get mad and call Black History Month or Breast Cancer Awareness Month advertisements in bad taste, but I’ve never seen them then go on to defend racism (mostly) or somehow want people to get cancer.  Some still call gay people sick; they still call trans people freaks; they still use God as a cudgel to try and beat their narrow worldview into others. And businesses do see backlash from that. Target saw boycotts for their stance on transgender bathroom use and their section of Pride merchandise. Anytime a business even casually mentions that they support LGBT people, a swarm of bigots descend upon them calling for boycotts and resignations. The sad truth of the matter is we’re still in an age where publicly declaring your support for LGBT people is risky, and I for one am thankful for the ones willing to risk that. From a pure, money-making standpoint, that’s a bad strategy, so it has to at least somewhat come from a place of genuine love and support instead of calculated business gain.

But there’s another aspect of this, too, and it’s one I think transgender people understand more than anyone else. Take a look at this Burger King ad.

Is that silly and pandering the the LGBT community: you bet! But when you’re transgender, it tells you a lot more than just “we support LGBT people”. This lets me know that, if I want to go to Burger King, there’s a better chance my gender identity will be respected, that transgender sensitivity has been included in their employee training, that if I need to pee during my meal I’m not going to have an issue using the restroom. At the very least it tells me that if I go to Burger King and do have an issue with the staff there, their corporate office will side with me. It’s not a guarantee of safety by any means, but it’s at least a little reassuring. If you’re not LGBT, this kind of stuff seems trivial. Being afraid to go somewhere; afraid that you might be discriminated against for what you’re wearing; who you with, or what areas you want access to isn’t something that crosses the mind of those with certain privileges. It may just be a rainbow colored burger wrapper to you, but it can convey a deeper, more personal message to others.

So no, I’m not upset to see rainbow colored everything in ad campaigns during June. I think its beautiful. You can call it pandering, but our culture has been pandering to male, white, cisgender, straight, and Christian populations for so long and so overwhelmingly that we’ve come to consider these aspects some kind of default or normal state. In a time where even casually including gay or trans people in your marketing is considered edgy, why not just go all out? After all, those corporations likely have a lot of LGBT people working for them who would be damn honored to see their company so boldly declare their support. LGBT people make up parts of these businesses, so let them show the world that.

Please stop getting too worked up about pride imagery in advertisements. If something is truly in bad taste, call it out, but let a celebration be a celebration. Let’s enjoy our month where everything is coming up rainbows and glitter rains down from the heavens. Let’s enjoy Pride Month and take solace in the fact we live in a time where there are so many companies willing to celebrate with us.

Identity, Appropriation, and Subtextual Racism

Do you know who this woman is? Her name is Rachel Dolezel. Well, at least it was. Apparently it’s now been changed to Nkechi Amare Diallo. From 2014 to June of 2015 she was the NAACP president in Spokane, Washington. She resigned after it was confirmed that, though she claimed to be African American, she was in fact Caucasian; born to white parents with no African ancestry to speak of. Her hair and visible skin color were not natural. When called out on it, Diallo claimed that she was born white but identified as black.

This mess was all gaining attention around the same time Caitlyn Jenner (am I the only one who hears ominous thunder every time her name is mentioned?) came out publicly. Naturally, this started a national conversation that anti-trans groups just loved to jump on as “proof” that transgender people were bogus: why can you identify as a gender but not as a race?

I mentioned last time that I left this particular argument out because there was a lot more to unpack with it. The short answer is, no, you can’t identify as a race. But explaining why isn’t as simple as a single sentence pointing out its utter idiocy. This question not only goes much deeper than the others, but digging into it unearths a lot of other related cultural problems.

Let’s start with the basics. You can’t identify as your race because race isn’t tied to identity. Race is something you inherit. Unlike your sex, which is a genetic toss-up regardless of who your parents are, your race will be past down to you. Two black parents will never make a white baby. Two white parents will never make an Asian baby. You get the idea. What’s more, race has significant ties to heritage that gender (on its own) does not. Gender can be a part of your inherited cultural history. Young Jewish men having a Bar-mitzvah is a prime example. But there really aren’t any gender-only traditions that have always existed across all cultures.

Now, this isn’t to say you can’t be interested in another race’s culture. If you’re a white person wanting to take an African American studies class, do it! I personally think more of that is needed in this increasingly polarized and divided world we live in. It’s fine to learn more about others. That’s what being multicultural is all about. But it’s another thing entirely to take the history and ancestry of others and claim them as your own. They simply aren’t yours. Besides, your history doesn’t dictate how you have to live your life (at least it shouldn’t), so what reason is there to claim you came from a different linage?

That’s the problem with this situation that you might have heard before. Most of the think-pieces I read about this story when it was at the height of the public consciousness either touched on this point or had it as the focus. There’s another aspect of this though that I’ve not really heard anyone else mention before. It’s one that not only debunks the notion of racial identity, but exposes that claiming such is a racist act in itself.

When I tell my son that it’s time for bed, I don’t have to mention all the things that process involves. I don’t have to go over the list of brushing teeth, putting on pajamas, and getting into bed to read a book before lights out. All of those things are understood in the statement “time for bed”. There are many instances in our everyday lives where the things we say convey broader meaning beyond the words at face value. When I tell someone that I identify as a woman, there’s an implied message within that I want the person to treat me as they would treat another woman. I want to be referred to with female pronouns. I want to be allowed into women-only spaces. What I convey to that person is supposed to dictate either a change in or confirmation of the way they interact with me.

See, gender is really the only aspect of people where we are mostly okay with some degree of segregation. We address people differently according to their gender. We use specific pronouns, we enforce different dress codes (I know what you’re thinking but not tackling that one this time), we designate separate spaces like bathrooms and changing rooms. Ideally, it’s the only example of separate but equal that we can all agree on (in a perfect world, I know). 

So then, if Diallo wants to tell me she identifies as black, does that imply she wants me to treat her as though she were black? And if so, what would that even mean? Remember, there’s no reason to identify as something unless that identity is tied to a system where the world would interact with you based upon it or it somehow makes you different. Last time I checked, treating black people or any race differently than others is racism. What exactly does she want me to do with that information? Is she wanting different treatment?

I realize this all seems like I’m just railing on a two-year-old news story, but it was just too good a case study to make my point with. All of the examples in my last post were just idiotic things people said as a deflection from acknowledging transgender people. In this case, there’s actually a semi-famous account of someone actually claiming it. Identifying as a race might not be as nakedly ridiculous as identifying as a meatball sub or whatever the next internet troll argument is, but it’s still wrong. Claiming to identify as a race is just an excuse to appropriate aspects of their culture because you think they look cool. Appropriating another’s culture isn’t a sign of respect: it’s taking something you didn’t inherit. As for Diallo, if she wants to work with the NAACP (and I think that’s a good thing), then she should use something she has that’s more powerful than a false identity: her white privilege.

Next time, something currently topical…I promise.

Why You Can’t Identify as an Attack Helicopter: And Other Ridiculous Arguments

Is debate club still a thing? It’s been a long while since I was in school, but decades ago there were actually clubs and classes dedicated to learning the art of arguing. Debate was a formal match, a dueling of words and ideas. Debaters would battle back and forth with well crafted, well researched points to counteract each other on any given subject. If you wanted to go into politics or any kind of public speaking profession, it was an essential experience to have.

Fast forward to the days of Facebook, YouTube, and Twitter, and the art of debate has…shall we say…changed. It’s in much the same way the world changed a little when depicted in shows like The Walking Dead. If you go online, it can seem like debate is a lost cause. When we log on we wander through a wasteland of troublesome trolls, celebrity moms that think they’re doctors, and literal Nazis. There is no civility or structure. It’s just a barrage of insults, straw men, and bigoted slurs being lobed overhead like mortar fire in a war zone.

I was not prepared for such a world.

I was trained for the art of actual debate. In a real debate you cite your sources and only score points if you can accurately counteract your opponents claim. That’s not how it works in the wasteland of the internet. On the web, sources are “fake news”, and the proper counter to your argument is either a personal insult or diverting to a barely related topic and acting like that’s really what you’ve been talking about all along. If the internet were really a post-apocalyptic wasteland, the big sign spray-painted on a mangled sheet of metal and posted at the far boarder would read: “DON’T FEED THE TROLLS”.

 Despite my better judgement, I do often find myself engaging with someone online who is…shall we say…less than civil. Most of the time I leave these people alone, but when the argument is about transgender rights, I often just can’t help myself. After all, these are people arguing over my very existence! They’re discussing my right to live, to exist in society, to use the damn bathroom in peace! How can I not weigh in?

The first thing you learn when arguing with someone online is that they have no intention of learning anything. It’s not about expanding their worldview to them, but rather taking their narrow understanding of reality and stretching it over everything else. What makes this incredibly frustrating is that, given their position in this fight, it’s a technique that’s both easy to use and sadly effective.

How is it effective in winning? Well, because you and they are going into this with two very different definitions of victory. You’re trying to change their mind, when all they need to feel accomplished is to simply not have their mind be changed. There is no call to teach on their side of the debate. They don’t care if your stance on anything is changed, only that they demonstrate that theirs is wavered. This is especially true when it comes to arguing about civil rights. 99 times out of 100, you’re arguing against someone who isn’t in the demographic being oppressed. You’re likely arguing women’s issues with a man, race issues with someone who’s white, trans issues with someone who is cisgender, etc. If you are a part of the targeted demographic, you have more on the line. It’s your rights, your freedom, your person-hood that’s being discussed. There’s no cultural threat imposed upon your opponent, so the stakes aren’t the same for them. Therefore, what constitutes an intelligible argument from them can be something completely asinine. It doesn’t matter how ridiculous their statement is; you’re the one with something to lose so it’s on you to rebuke it.

You will always be on defense.

I’ve seen this too many times when arguing transgender issues online. In my many (let’s be collected and call them) discussions with naysayers, I’ve seen some pretty baffling arguments. Here are some of the highlights from things I’ve actually been told are counterpoints to being transgender:

“What’s to say I can’t identify as an attack helicopter?”

“I identify as a 70 year old so you have to respect that by giving me Social Security”

“I identify as a house cat, so I don’t have to work anymore and people have to feed me.”

And the one that makes my blood boil and would likely land me in jail for murder if someone said it to my face…

“What if a pedophile just identifies as a 7 year old? Do you have to respect their love of children then?”

All of these things have actually been proposed to me when debating transgender issues online. These are their counterpoints to my researched topics, personal testimonies, and cited sources which I shouldn’t waste my time on because I know they’re not going to read them. To any rational human being, these are ludicrous notions. In an actual debate, using points like this would have you laughed off the stage. Countering them is like shooting fish in a barrel. You can’t identify as an object because objects aren’t conscious and thus don’t identify as anything. You can’t identify as an age because age isn’t a social construct and is tied to actual brain development that alters your understanding of the world (i.e. you can’t revert your mind to an adolescent state of being without giving yourself some kind of specific head trauma).

The problem is not in countering these points, but in the simple notion that you feel like you have to. Beyond the fact that they’re incredibly insulting, they serve as a reminder that you and your opponent are here to achieve two different things: you want to prove your right but they simply don’t want their mind changed. If you just respond with “that’s ridiculous and I’m not going to entertain such a notion,” then they win because you didn’t rebuke their argument (as flimsy of one as it is) and thus their world-view is unaltered. They didn’t change your mind, but that doesn’t matter to them. They know you’re the one with something to lose so you alone see a need in changing the other’s perspective. Your victory here is impossible. The only way to win is to fire back with facts and logic that will just be ignored anyway. Even if you do manage it, they’ll just come back with something religious and really have you on the ropes because its a lost cause to argue against the what someone “believes” to be true.

What’s the moral of this little story? Well, make sure you read the sign before you traverse the wasteland: DON’T FEED THE TROLLS. I understand the frustration of encountering a bigot online. I’ve lost many an hour of sleep arguing in vain against a stranger online because they were advocating for my very existence to be legislated away. Instinct tells us to fight when we’re under attack, and these online trolls serve as reminder that there are many in the world who are out to get us and have the social or political influence to make it happen. Just remember that for every troll you find, there are thousands of people who take a more neutral stance on the issue and are more capable of being persuaded.

These are the people you should concentrate your efforts on, and you win them over by being an example of just how normal and awesome transgender people can be. Living by example is the most powerful argument of all, no matter what the topic. Live as an example of your community to the people in your neighborhood, your city, your state, etc. It’s not only the best way to win, it’s the only one.

Now, if you read my examples earlier and were wondering I didn’t include people who argue about identifying as a certain race…well…there’s a lot more to unpack on that one so it’s getting it’s own post. I’ll see you all next time for that one.

 

Discussing Invasive Medical Procedures Over Tea

After I came out as trans, a lot of things changed. I’m not just talking physically. I’d been locking away a different person under the facade I was presenting myself as for so long even I didn’t fully know her. I’d always thought I was an introverted loner. I wasn’t really one for big crowds. I had fun at crowded events, but I was usually pretty content to be a small, invisible person among the chaos instead of drawing any attention. But that was Joe. Faith, on the other hand, loves to party! Get me on the dance floor, behind the podium, on the screen, near the microphone, anything! I love attention.

Mainly it’s just me being so happy to be free and authentic, but another part is my passion for educating others about transgender people. I want them to see me so they can see us. Now, I certainly don’t go around blurting out that I’m transgender to groups of strangers (except on Day of Visibility) but in certain environments where I feel safe I’m willing to divulge that information in order to help others. One of those places is my local gay bar.

I love that bar. It was a quintessential part of my coming out. Going there was my sanctuary back before I was out at work. After a long work day of pretending to be some guy named Joe, Faith wanted to put on a dress and go dancing. A lot has changed but I do still love going there to relax and see friends.

I was there last night and met a new person. She was very sweet. I love meeting new people. We started talking about our kids while we were dancing. At one point she asked something about my pregnancy. Now, that made me feel awesome because it meant she thought I was cisgender (that my real gender and birth-assigned gender were the same). Being that this was a safe place, I had no problem opening up about the fact that I’m transgender. There was a look of shock, which again what a big confidence booster to me. Then, it happened.

“So, have you had a sex change?”

If this woman had given me her name yet, I didn’t remember it. We’d never met outside of this one night at the bar. She didn’t know where I worked, where I grew up, where I lived, but she felt comfortable asking me if I’d had an incredibly invasive medical procedure. If you’re not transgender, you might not know that this actually happens with alarming regularity. When someone finds out a person is trans, they seem to have a sort of knee-jerk reaction to ask this highly personal question. I was really hoping this moment would be different; it wasn’t.

If you’ve never been in this situation, I can tell you that the brashness of the question isn’t the most surprising part. People don’t just ask you about your genitals and what kinds of procedures you’ve had performed on them, they do so with such alarming calmness. It’s the tone, the casual essence of the question, that’s truly incredible. She asked me about my genitals like one would ask what you had for dinner, and this isn’t something I’m not used to.

This is what makes situations like this so difficult to maneuver; they don’t even realize they’re asking something so deeply personal. This is casual banter to them! This puts me (and other transgender people) in a very difficult situation. On the one hand, I could answer her question and give this total stranger a glimpse into a deeply personal aspect of my life which would make me uncomfortable. On the other, I could refuse to answer the question and seem rude. What do I mean by seem rude? Well, think of how calmly she asked the question. How would you react if someone seemed offended when you asked them what their favorite type of music was? The invasive nature of the question doesn’t register in their mind, so to them a negative reaction makes you seem like the rude one.

So what did I do? *sigh* I answered her. I just replied with a simple “no” and hoped that would be the end of it. It wasn’t. “Are you going to get one?” *groan* If you’re surprised, you’ve obviously never been in this situation. Again, these people think this is mindless small talk. All I said was “someday” and thankfully that was the end of it. I didn’t want to answer. I wanted to keep my private life private. But I also wanted to keep having a good time. I didn’t want my evening tainted by an even more awkward moment of this woman acting offended and shocked that I suddenly blew her off.

Now, this might all seem like I’m going on a pedantic rant about something trivial. Maybe you don’t see any harm in her line of questioning. At face value, it looks like a harmless question. But there’s a lot to unpack below the surface. Asking such a question says a lot more about the asker than you might think.

Think of it this way: if you meet a new person and they’re in a wheelchair, would you ask them what happened to cripple them? Of course not. You’ve been taught that such is an invasive personal question and that it’s rude to ask. There’s a learned etiquette there. Some things are private and we’ve come to a cultural understanding about what is and isn’t appropriate to ask from our fellow human beings.

When this etiquette is broken with trans people, it sends an alarming implication: if you don’t think it’s rude to ask me that, then you don’t consider me of equal person-hood to everyone else. Shocking? It shouldn’t be. Now, I’m not saying this is a conscious thing. You may not actively be considering a transgender person less than anyone else, but on some subconscious level, you do. Our brains are remarkably good at categorizing things (sometimes to our own detriment) which allows us to consider our actions in any given situation.

If I go to a friends house and their dog has a cone around its neck, it would not be uncouth for me to ask what what procedure the animal had. The dog is not a person. It’s not going to feel offended by my question. It won’t even know I asked. If I see a surgery scar on someone, asking what it’s from would be incredibly rude. This is the distinction made in our minds that tells us what is and isn’t appropriate.

When you ask a transgender person about surgeries they’ve elected to have (especially if you’ve just met them), you’re displaying that your mind puts them on a lesser plane than other human beings. To you, transgender people aren’t actually people, so you can approach them from this angle of perverse fascination. You never stop to consider their feelings. You never stop to consider their privacy. They are the dog wearing the cone: oblivious to the notion that they’re even being discussed.

I still remember when I had to go to the Sheriff’s office to get fingerprinted so I could get my name changed (North Carolina laws suck). While I had my hand on the scanner, the deputy asked me why I was doing it. When I told her I was trans and it was to change my name, the next words out of her mouth were, “are you pre-op or post-op”. And she was smiling! She asked this question with a smile on her face like she wanted to impress me with the fact she knew anything about trans people at all. When I very boldly told her I didn’t want to discuss it, her eyes widened as the invasive nature of her question finally dawned on her. The rest of the session was spent with her apologizing over and over.

To wrap up, no, it is not just ‘being curious’ for you to ask a trans person about surgeries. Learning more about transgender people is a good thing. We need more education and understanding in the world. But if that’s your intention, go Google it. When you ask a personal question of a stranger, your more interested in shock-value gossip than actually learning anything. If you’ve ever done this, make a promise to yourself that you’ll never do it again. If you hear someone else do it, have the guts to point out that it’s rude. Trust me, the trans person they’re putting on the spot probably wants to but doesn’t want to feel like the villain. Basically, just stop doing this, period.

Caution: Trans At Work

I still remember vividly the day I went full-time (trans term for no longer presenting as your assigned gender at all). I was meeting with my boss and the director of HR. I was shaking uncontrollably, crying even though I tried to stop myself. Telling the people who literally held my family’s financial security in their hands that I’m transgender was one of the scariest experiences of my life. Luckily, I didn’t lose my job and my company supported my transition. I say luckily because that’s not always the case for a lot of trans people and gender identity is still not a federally protected class.

At that point, I got to enter the exciting world of being “the trans person” at work. I won’t go into all the things that happened to me since then because I go off on personal tangents too much here as it is and I want to get to the meat of the topic. Short version: it has plenty of ups and downs but has overall been a rewarding experience. Coming out at work is scary. It’s also a very different experience from coming out as any sexual orientation other than straight. Coming out as transgender at work is like coming out in any other environment: the people around you also have to go through a transition.

See, telling your coworkers or family your gay shouldn’t (in a perfect world) justify a need for them to treat you any differently. Telling a co-worker you’re gay, bi, pan, etc. should begin and end with them saying, “oh, that’s interesting”. It’s just a facet of your being that others might not have known, like the fact that you watch baseball or collect die-cast cars. Coming out as transgender, on the other hand, is a completely different ball game. Transition comes with a slew of new realities for everyone to get used to. Your clothes change, your appearance changes, your name and pronouns change; and it’s a jarring experience all around. I have friends and colleagues that I’ve known since before I came out. For my female friends, we used to part ways when we got to the bathroom doors. Now I follow them in there. I know that has to be disruptive to them, not because there’s something wrong with it, but because it’s a new experience; it’s not what they’re used to.

One of the most important things to remember about transition, be it at work or anywhere else, is that you don’t do it alone. The world around you has to adapt to the new you. This is why your coming out is especially hard on parents (something I have to remind myself of constantly). This doesn’t excuse those who refuse to adapt to the changes. Your coworkers, friends, and family should respect your transition because it’s just the right thing to do. Still, it can make you feel guilty for putting them through it (more on that later).

One thing I tell people who are trying to come out at work (or really anywhere) is that there are three stages. Again, this isn’t like being gay where you just tell someone and move on. First is the fact that, in order to live authentically, you have to tell everyone who is a part of your life prior to transition. It doesn’t matter if you know them intimately or by name only; if you want to be you all the time, you have to have that conversation with them. That is an exhaustive, scary process…and it’s only step one!

Years ago I worked as the overnight manager of a retail store. I presented male at the time. I had a Facebook page where I presented authentically and my employees discovered it. It didn’t go poorly though. They all respected it just fine. Still, my boss on the day shift didn’t know and I was in no hurry to tell him. Therefore, I was only at the first stage of coming out at work: where people know but nothing else changes. No one called me Faith. I wore a dress shirt and tie to work every night. I even had facial hair (sometimes). They still called me Joe and still referred to me with male pronouns. They knew I was trans, but knowing was as far as it went.

It wasn’t until I came out to HR (at a new company by this point) and requested to be authentic at work that I was able to reach stage two: presentation. This is where things really get interesting. It’s when your wardrobe changes, your name badge says something different, etc. It’s scary, yes, but it’s also freeing. I can’t tell you how relieving it was to reach a point where I didn’t have to watch how I sat, how I spoke to people, etc. Transgender people who aren’t out often try to keep their mannerisms in check, feeling the need to act masculine or feminine in order to maintain the illusion that they identify with their assigned gender. Once the presentation level of being out at work is reached, you’re able to drop the act.

Of course, even after you complete this second stage, the final stage still looms: acceptance. Everything about coming out is a challenge, but this is by far the hardest part. After I came out at work I had conversations with my co-workers about my gender identity and what it meant for them. Remember, you don’t transition alone. They have to make changes too. Things mostly went okay, but I remember one woman turning up her nose at me and saying “transgender isn’t a real thing!”. For as long as I was at that store (was transferred a few months later) she refused to accept my gender identity. She always called me Joe, even on the P.A system. She referred to me with male pronouns. It made me extremely uncomfortable and I wanted her to stop, but it was hard to muster the courage to confront her about it.

This goes back to my earlier point about feeling guilty. I felt guilty making her change herself to accommodate me. After all, this was supposed to be my issue, not hers. Did I have the right to demand this of her? Well…yes! I absolutely had that right! She didn’t choose this but neither did I. So I confronted her on it. I demanded she call me Faith and use female pronouns, especially in the company of others. I held my ground. This was not a selfish act. I had every right to be myself at work as she did. If I called her…I don’t know…Frank, and used male pronouns when addressing her, she would find that incredibly rude. This was no different.

This is why the last stage of coming out is so hard. Not only does it require the most confrontation, it might never end. It’s still public knowledge among my company that I’m transgender, and so far it hasn’t been a problem anymore after my issue with that one woman finally ended. But new people come to work with us all the time. They’re going to find out I’m transgender. What if they have a problem with it? What if they want to tell HR that they feel uncomfortable peeing in the same restroom as me? What if they refuse to refer to me with female pronouns? I’ll have to have this same conversation all over again.

It’s not enough to just be out at work. It’s not enough to just present authentically. If you’re not being validated by your peers, you’re still in the closet, and they don’t have the right to force you in there. If someone dead names you or misgenders you, you have the right to call them out. Don’t back down. You’re not asking for the moon, and it’s a simple change for them that can mean better safety and mental well-being for you. If someone tries to tell you you’re in the “wrong” bathroom, bluntly tell them they’re wrong. You’re not hurting anyone and going into the other bathroom puts you at risk of harassment or violence. Is all of this easier said than done: of course it is. But, is it important to do it anyway: absolutely.

Like I said, coming out at work is really scary. We don’t live in a trans-friendly world. Still, the risks are worth the reward. I still remember how proud I was the first time I walked into work with “FAITH” written on my name-badge. It was a moment of triumph. I didn’t have to leave my truth at home. I didn’t have to shy away from who I was. That’s what pride is, and pride can give you the courage to stand up for yourself. And always remember, when you’re out at work you’re giving people a new perspective on transgender people. You might be the first one they’ve ever met, and that’s a huge responsibility. If you cave when they demand to keep misgendering you, they’ll go on to do it to the next trans person they meet. If you let them bully you into the wrong bathroom, they’ll call out the next trans person they see come out of the stall next to them; feeling justified in their notion that they’re “wrong”.

When you punch the clock, remember that a whole community of other proud transgender people stand behind you. We’re counting on you to represent us at your business just as we represent you at ours. Don’t take that responsibility lightly, but take joy in the fact that you’re making the world a better place just by being in it.

The Girl Without a Past

First and foremost, this blog is about whatever I want it to be on any given day. My head is usually a turbulent sea of overthinking and this offers a nice release valve to let some of those thoughts escape. But one of the main reasons I wanted this space was to document all the little thoughts, feelings, and moments of transition that you don’t necessarily learn from broader reading on the subject. Sure, you can easily get information about how hormones will affect your body or get testimonials on coming out to loved ones, but life is just full of smaller yet more powerful moments that completely catch you off guard and toy with your emotions like nothing else.

Case in point, today’s topic. This is one of those little things that maybe no one else thinks is worthy of an entire blog post, but life is all about the little things. When you’re transgender, there are some experiences that are just unique to your situation. Cis people just don’t think about them. Hell, trans probably didn’t think about them until they experienced them (I know I didn’t!). If nothing else, I hope this serves as some sort of validation to the little things other transgender people might be thinking but don’t know how to express and hopefully give cisgender people a glimpse into our reality.

Before you come out as transgender, the world can be a depressing place. I’d liken it to standing in a glass box and watching the world go on around you while you’re closed off, but it’s actually worse than that. When you’re having to present as an inauthentic gender, it’s more like wearing a Halloween costume every day and having the world interact with it as if it were really you. It’s physically and mentally draining to literally perform every day of your life, and when you’re in that space transition can seem like it will be the magic moment when all of those burdens are lifted away.

‘If I could just transition, everything would be fine’: I know I’ve thought that many times over the years. And, yes, while transitioning is a wonderful thing and I personally think it was the best decision I ever made, it isn’t the magic cure-all I was blind enough to think it was. Unlike the old saying, the grass actually is greener on the other side, but that doesn’t mean it’s free of weeds and the occasional thorn. There are realities to the post-coming out experience that you just never think about until you’re living that life.

Case in point, dealing with the past. I don’t mean that in the broader sense it probably sounds like. Sure, the past is obviously going to affect you in many ways. After all, you have a whole world you have to reintroduce yourself to. I never realized just how many official documents and accounts had my male name on it until I got it legally changed and had to go correcting all of them (still not even close to done on that, by the way). No matter how much you try to distance yourself from the old you, they still cause various hiccups in your life from time to time.

That’s not what I’m talking about here. I’m looking smaller in this post, at the little details of life never enter your mind until you’re in the moment. At least for me, envy has always been a big part of the transgender experience. Even before body dysphoria kicked in in my early 20’s and cemented the fact I’m trans, I grew up being envious of girls. The lives they lived just always seemed more interesting, more fun, to me. When I dreamed of transition, I imagined finally getting to be a part of that world. I imagined going out with female friends to go shopping or out to lunch. We’d swap stories and help each other pick out cute outfits. Everything would be great. Years later, I’m finally getting my wish. I live to shop and love just spending a day out with my female friends. I’m one of those old farts that still prefers buying things in a store rather than online because the act of shopping is fun for me. We’ll buy, we’ll eat, we’ll gossip; everything is perfect.

Well, not exactly. See, I’m in my early 30’s. I started transition about 3 years ago. That means that, as far as the rest of the world is concerned, Faith has only existed since 2015. Until then she was locked away in the depressed mind of some guy named Joe. He’s the one with a past. He’s the one who went to high school, went to prom, went on dates, partied like only a teenager can, and basically did all of those things you can only do when you’re single and don’t have to worry about adult responsibilities. When I’d go out with friends and we’d be sitting around talking, inevitably people would want to tell stories from their past. After all, back then was when you did all of the fun stuff, right?

These are the moments when my fun new normal crashes down and my mind fills with flashing billboards saying, “YOU ARE TRANS!”, “YOU ARE THE DIFFERENT ONE HERE!”. I want to participate in this. I want to tell stories and join in the fun. But Faith doesn’t have a past: Joe does. Joe’s stories don’t match Faith’s new reality. This puts me up against an uncomfortable choice: I can either participate by telling Joe’s stories and let the dissonance take everyone out of the moment, or I can just keep silent and not participate in the conversation.

I read a great article a few weeks ago (tried without success to find it again so I could link it) written by a trans woman feeling a similar way. She talked about experiencing a new kind of dysphoria: not one of an inharmonious body, but of an inharmonious life. She was herself now, yes, but she was a woman picking up a life where a man left off. It really struck something with me. When we come out to our friends and family, one thing often stressed that we’re still the same people, but that’s not entirely true. Joe was a quiet, introverted man who poured himself into his retail job to climb the corporate ladder. He did that to try and push me down. I, on the other-hand, am an outspoken social butterfly who wants to work in counseling or some other office job. Joe’s past clashes with my future, but I have to take over the life he left me.

So what to do then? Do I tell Joe’s stories or just pretend I came into the world as a 31 year old? It can be depressing. Transgender people have enough happening our lives to constantly remind us we’re not like most of the people around us. We get practically no representation in media, and when we do it’s rarely positive. Clothes aren’t always made with us our bodies in mind. We have to see doctors our cis counterparts don’t (I’m dreading the fact that regular prostate exams are in my not-too-distant future). The world constantly reminds us that it was crafted without taking our existence into consideration, and we somehow have to find a way to fit in.

This is usually the part where the great solution comes in, but I don’t have one. Not all problems have a fix. Sometimes just talking about them, admitting to them, is all the therapy you’re ever going to get. I will never have the experience of growing up socialized as a woman. My prom stories will always involve wearing a tuxedo. I will never escape that I’ve been a best man but not a maid of honor. That’s my reality. The only thing you can do is embrace how your experience makes you unique. I’m a woman whose wife had to show her how to put on makeup; that’s pretty unique. I’m a mom who will be able to teach her son how to shave when he’s old enough; that’s pretty unique. It’s not a story that matches everyone else, but that can be okay too.

There is comfort in mundanity, in the simple knowledge that experiences are widely held and therefore generally understood. No two people have the same life experiences, but we find connections in what we have in common. Being trans in a cis world means it’s harder to find such connections. But that doesn’t mean there aren’t any.

So what do I do when people are bringing up the past? Well, I usually tell one of Joe’s stories. Does it “other” me? Yep. Does it make me feel different? You bet. It hurts a little, and it probably always will. But it also serves to remind those I’m talking to that there’s no wrong way to be a person. My male past doesn’t diminish my feminine present. What I’ve gone through doesn’t define where I’m going. Everyone has things in their past they wish they could change, but those experiences do shape you, and you wouldn’t be you without them. That knowledge doesn’t make the hurt go away, but it does let you find power in it. The world needs more variety anyway. We need more stories that challenge what is widely accepted as “normal”. When you dare to face your past, you can offer that challenge.

What Coloring My Hair Did For Dysphoria

Like many transgender people, I experience something called body dysphoria. That can seem like a weird term to anyone whose either not experienced it or not heard of it. Basically, body dysphoria means the person I see in the mirror doesn’t match the image of myself in my head. Think of it like Neo from The Matrix when his appearance changes once he’s in the computer simulation to the way he sees himself. (By the way, that movie was written by two male siblings who later both came out as transgender women so…yea…it’s basically one long metaphor for the trans experience told through the lens a sci-fi shoot’em up.)

Body dysphoira is something you’d assume goes away when you transition, but it doesn’t. Through hormone therapies and various medical procedures, a transgender person’s body can go through an amazing metamorphosis. Estrogen thins body hair, enlarges breasts, and softens skin. Testosterone produces facial hair and deepens the voice. I’ve been on HRT (Hormone Replacement Therapy) for just over a year now and I can tell you that the difference a year makes is astounding. Actually, let me show you…

Me before HRT.

Me after 1 year of HRT.

Pretty drastic, hu? It still blows me away sometimes when I look at the pictures side by side. However, there are a lot of times when I look in the mirror and see…well…this guy…

Believe it or not, that was ME! That was me prior to coming out as transgender. It looks nothing like me now, and yet I still see that face sometimes when I look in the mirror. How is that possible? Well, dysphoria plays a role. See, prior to starting transition I’d been watching that man’s face stare back at me in the mirror my entire life. I didn’t like it, but it was what I was used to. It was the face of a man, no denying it. Seeing a face like that and knowing it was mine was a big source of anxiety and depression for me. I didn’t want to look like that.

See, the problem with HRT is that it’s a very slow process. These aren’t magic pills (or injections depending on what your doctor prescribes). It takes a long time to see change and, when you do, they’re very subtle. I didn’t look back at any old pictures until I’d been on HRT for about 6 months and even then I was shocked by the contrast. Like anything that changes slowly, you don’t notice the change unless you compare it back to the original image.

That’s all well and good, but I can’t just keep holding up a picture of that guy next to me every time I look in the mirror. If you don’t experience gender dysphoria you have no idea what kind of emotional havoc it can cause. What you see in the mirror can be distorted by your mood that day. Some days I think I look very womanly, even without makeup. Other days I can be dolled up like a damn princess and still see that guy looking back at me. It’s a frustrating thing to go through, especially when you’ve got friends and family trying to encourage you by telling you how good you look. It’s great that they see it, but what matters is if you do.

Well, I think I found a little trick to help. My birthday was a few days ago and I decided I wanted to do something I’d never done before: color my hair. I did it for a couple of reasons: first to just do something fun and new and second to cover up the ever-increasing number of gray hairs I was seeing.

…getting old sucks…

I wen’t with a bright red and instantly fell in love with the new look. It was hot!

Changing anything drastically has a tendency freshen things up. It can alter your mood, outlook, thinking…anything! However, I soon noticed a positive aspect of the change I wasn’t expecting: it helped my dysphoria. The more I thought about it the more sense it made. Unlike the effects of HRT, coloring your hair is an instant and dramatic change. Depending on how drastically different your chosen color is from your natural one, it can make you look like a completely different person, and that was the key. By skewing my reflection so much so fast, I was able to look at myself like a brand new human being. This new person in the mirror, I’d never met her before. I’d never grown up as her. She’d never had to live as a boy. She wasn’t familiar, and because of that, I didn’t notice her masculine features as much.

I’m not saying it went away entirely. My eyes still focus sometimes on my wide jaw or boxy chin. But the difference in hair color makes them less noticeable. If you’re reading this and thinking this is a sure-fire cure for body dysphoria, please adjust your expectations. Still, I wanted to share this experience in case anyone out there like me is looking for a way to really shake up the person they see in the mirror. If you’re like me and struggling to focus on the minuscule changes HRT is bringing you, go grab a box of hair dye and turn your brunette blond, or your blond red, or whatever. Give your hormones an unfamiliar canvas to work their magic on. Like me, you might be surprised by the results.

Pepsi, Heineken, and the Rise of Corporate Branded Peace Solutions

The world really sucks right now. Like really, really sucks; sucks on a level I honestly didn’t think we were culturally capable of slipping back to on such a global scale. Decades of gains for social, cultural, and environmental progress are being unraveled before our very eyes at such a rate that it’s making us all dizzy. What used to be parades to celebrate the successes we’ve had have reverted back into the very marches and demonstrations that were necessary to bring about that change in the first place. We’re more divided, more polarized, more hateful, and more anxious to do battle with one another than we’ve been for many decades and certainly more than we’ve ever been in my lifetime.

And leave it to big corporations to try and capitalize on that.

Now, big companies trying to utilize current events to sell us products is nothing new. Hell, just about everyone has made some sort of ad that features social media in some way at this point. Those wanting to sell you something need to appear relevant to your world so you’ll be willing to let them be a part of it. It’s nothing new, but it’s not really ever felt as…well…unfortunate as this. This isn’t a new fad or tech advancement that’s changing our lives in exciting ways that will hilariously become our new version of mundanity a few years down the line. These are issues that affect people’s freedoms, safety, and basic humanity. This is like if Walmart had made a commercial in 1992 that somehow involved the LA Riots. It’s just…not…okay.

Yet, here we are. More and more we’re seeing corporations try to take the supercharged climate of our political and cultural divide and to use it as a framing device for their call to buy their product. I’ve come to call this practice “Corporate Branded Peace Solutions” for reasons that will become more apparent later on. So far there have been two major examples of this, one from soda maker Pepsi and another from beer brewer Heineken. The Pepsi ad is so bad it literally caused a public backlash and calls for boycotts but the beer commercial is a completely different creature. I went into watching the Heineken ad expecting to be just as outraged as I was watching Kendall Jenner save the world with a can of soda, but I wasn’t. In fact, I was actually moved to tears! How could two different commercials utilizing the same marketing technique arrive at such radically different results? Well, before we deconstruct these ads, we first need to watch them.
Ladies, gentlemen, and friends of all genders, I give you the worst soda commercial I’ve ever seen.

https://youtu.be/dA5Yq1DLSmQ

*cringe*

And now, the ad from Heineken.

https://youtu.be/8wYXw4K0A3g

If you’re like me, you had very different reactions between the two videos. There are obvious differences, sure, but when you dig deeper there’s so much more going on. So, let’s do just that.

Keeping it real

Right off the bat, we have real versus fake. In one ad you have actors pretending and following a script whereas in the other you have real people doing what they would naturally do in the given situation. That alone makes a huge difference. When you’re dealing with a subject where relatability is more necessary than ever, it’s vital for your audience to make a close connection to what they see (and I can tell you I’ve teared up every time the transgender woman talks about herself).

But the concept of reality is more than just the people. The Pepsi ad showed a protest about nothing specific. Seriously, it’s like they’ve just been vaguely paying attention to the news for the last several months and put a happy filter over what they just briefly glanced at. I mean, the Pepsi “protesters” sure looked like they were all having fun, didn’t they? It was like if someone decided to throw a Black Lives Matter protest themed party (and just typing that out makes me want to vomit). All the signs were extremely generic too. There was no specificity as to what they were marching about other than “let’s get along”.

That alone is insulting to the people actually out in the streets protesting because their lives and freedoms are on the line. The Heineken ad actually discussed the real issues, and let the people living the fight tell the story. That’s some really powerful stuff that resonates with audiences.

The Happy Ending

Nothing about the Pepsi ad conveyed any real sense of conflict, so it’s not surprising that the world seemed to be saved by Kendall Jenner giving a Pepsi to a cop (a white, male cop who drank it while a bunch of black men cheered and smiled; Christ this thing is tone-deaf; Pepsi gets no points for being multi cultural in their ad, largely because of that). This is where my notion of Corporate Branded Peace Solutions comes into play. On the surface it’s just the insulting notion that said company’s product is the key to bringing about peace and harmony. But sub-textually it conveys a sense that the problems people are protesting and getting heated about aren’t really that big a deal. Pepsi’s ad is literally a two and a half minute film about the privileged notion that all of this just stems from a lack of communication and that if we’d only talk over a soda things would get better. As a transgender woman living in North Carolina, I can tell you that giving a Pepsi to any of the lawmakers making it their life’s mission to legislate me out of existence wouldn’t do a damn thing to make them stop. All I’d accomplish is making sure the new law barring me from using the restroom or seeking protections from hate crimes would be stained with a condensation ring.
By contrast, the Heineken ad gives you no notion that “sitting down and discussing our differences over a beer” is going to fix everything. It’s meant to be a start. There’s a real sense that the problems are still there, that there are still disagreements. We never actually hear those two guys talk about climate change after all. They might not have come to any kind of agreement. The world is not fixed, but it’s a little bit better, and that’s somewhere you can start from. Our product will be there as you do the work to bring about the change; that message is one of my favorite things about this ad, but it’s not my most favorite.

Having the guts to pick a side

There’s no sense even bringing up the Pepsi garbage in this section because it didn’t even have spine enough to mention an actual issue in the first place. Instead we got a bunch of peace symbols and signs saying ‘join the conversation’, ‘love’, and ‘unity’. It was all meaningless noise. Heineken actually brought up real issues and, very subtly, chose a winner. It didn’t really happen with the climate change part, but think about the other two groups. The anti-feminist toasts to ‘smashing the patriarchy’, and it’s quite obvious that the man who was anti-trans was completely changed.

Heineken’s ad dared to go even further than the issues. Having already done so much right, it would have been a real letdown to end on the tired, blatantly untrue notion that everyone’s a little right and the truth is found somewhere in the middle. That’s a load of crap and Heineken was having no part of it. The patriarchy needs to be dismantled. Transgender people are just people. These are facts and there’s no logic in having a discerning opinion on them (the same is true for the very real threat of climate change but that didn’t get the same kind of resolution in the ad).

Look, I really don’t want this to become normal. I’ve already seen this kind of branding seeping it’s way into other marketing schemes, but that’s so far been in non-national companies that aren’t really worth bringing into this discussion yet. Any company wanting to try this is going to be walking a tight rope without a net to catch them. Pepsi demonstrated how it can go bafflingly wrong whereas Heineken showed me that, despite my great skepticism going in, it is actually possible to pull this off.

Just, no one else try this…please? I don’t know what you’re selling, but I promise it’s not going to save the world.