This article isn’t about being a transgender partner. Not really. It’s about being on the bottom rung, in the hole, off the map, on a deserted island, alone and unheard for the first time in my white-gay-guy-privileged life and I’m hating it….
One night in early 2010, my stepmother called me. At the time, I was working on a group project on transgender people and their families for a social work class. I told her all about the project, and how I was having trouble finding any information on trans folks’ family members. There were so few resources and even fewer studies….