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….
Just last week I put this necklace on for the first time. I cried for what seemed like days. I have no doubt that my transition would have made sense to my mother. My showing up as me would have answered all of the weird confusion between us.
I saw a young girl, seven or eight years old, playing and rolling down a grassy hill. Her obvious joy and laughter were infectious and I started smiling. Her parents were watching her and they weren’t smiling.