It came up a few weeks ago and then again last week while I was doing training at the Ontario Human Rights Commission. How do I identify? Umm… white, privileged, feminist, female… And they look at me blankly and say “No. You’re trans, right?” And I say, well, no actually. At least not any more.
You see, to be “trans” is to be crossing something, whether it’s gender norms or sex or whatever but I’m no longer crossing anything and haven’t for years now. I’m simply a woman, as complicated and simple as that can be but that boggles people’s mind for some reason so I usually ask them a question. If you’d had a major medical issue in your past and you’d dealt with it, would you go around identifying yourself as that? For example, would you say to new people you met “Hi I’m Susan and I’m a cancer survivor”. Of course not. People would wonder why she’s bringing that up. Similarly, if you were going to possibly date her, wouldn’t you think it weird that she might bring something like that up on a first date? Probably better to wait and get comfortable with each other, right? So why do we expect trans individuals or people with a trans history to do just that?
I neither see my transition as either a badge of honour or a stain upon my personhood. I’m simply a woman who had a medical problem and took the prescribed medical treatment to deal with it just like anyone else with a serious medical issue. But for some reason MY medical history is extremely relevant to strangers and potential girlfriends alike from the moment I meet them because to not do so is deceitful. Why?? If Susan doesn’t have to talk about her struggle wtih cancer until she’s ready, then why do trans people?
Non-close friends are one thing… particularly when they happen to find out after I’ve known them for a couple of years. They laugh and congratulate me on passing so well and they “never would have known!” Like I’ve pulled a great prank on them. Funny, I’m just me and have been me for a long time! I don’t feel that I live a lie because I don’t talk about having been trans at one point. It’s all ancient history most of the time but if it comes up then it comes up and if it doesn’t, then it doesn’t. I neither lie nor evade. I’m just me.
And then there are the people you date. I always tell them early on when I think things may be going somewhere. At least they have the decency to not say ”but you’re not a real woman” anymore. Apparently it’s OK to think it but not to say it out loud, so instead they say things like “but you used to be a guy, right?” or “but you were born a guy” as if saying it that way makes it so much better. A baseball bat to the head still hurts even if you say “sorry” first. Much better that I should have said something immediately so that they didn’t “waste their time when I knew it was doomed from the start”. So much better to say Hi, my name is Arial and I’m a trans woman, even though I’m not and let them avoid the uncomfortable feeling of actually liking you as someone they’d like to date and then be confronted by the fact that they would never, ever date a trans person.
We’re all human beings with a lifetime of experience we carry around. Some of it’s good, some bad, and some is inconsequential but all of it’s our personal history and our story to tell when we feel ready and comfortable. Unfortunately some days I just wish more people recognized that.