Connections through Isolation?

 

My wife Liz on left
from the JJ Hart Archives

When I finally began to be successful in my femininized public pursuits away from the mirror, I was content to be alone in the world.

By being alone, I didn't have to face any communication problems with anyone else I faced. Essentially, I just passed through their world quickly and was gone. I did not want to know them better and have to challenge myself into interactions with strangers. Ironically, my idea did not last long as I was increasingly thrust into public interactions as a transgender woman I did not want. In the beginning, I just was not ready to look another person in the eye and risk ridicule.

I learned quickly, my public interactions would be overwhelmingly with other women. Initially, I interacted with clerks in clothing stores who were mainly interested in helping me with my money, except for the few who wanted to help me with my fashion. It did not take me long to realize what was going on and then move on. 

I began to stop and eat lunch to extend my shopping trips which meant ordering from a menu with a server and/or bartender. I found sitting at the bar made for a more personal experience unless the staff was very busy with other patrons and I could try out speaking with others as a trans woman. Very soon out of forced habit, I found myself relaxing more and even enjoying the experience. It was like I was completing a long lost part of my new personality as I left the mirror and entered the world. It was a challenge and I grew to love it. I discovered also many more women than men wanted to know more about me. Women were curious while men were scared of me it seemed and I loved it. 

Along the way, when I first began to communicate I tried to mimic the voices I was hearing from other women and try to repeat doing it until I thought I was doing it right. I even took voice lessons for awhile to improve my vocal presentation for my transgender womanhood.

Still, after my second wife passed away, I was extremely lonely. Not only was I facing finding another person I loved at the age of sixty, I also had the added pressure of doing it as my new version of my authentic feminine self. I was prepared to spend the rest of my life by myself. Little did I know I would not have to. Initially, when I went out to supposedly socialize and find new friends, I was going out to be by myself. If my gender was never challenged I would have taken the easy way out and would simply go back home to my two dogs. 

If it wasn't for a bartender at one of the venues I had become a regular in, I would have remained in the social rut I was in. One night not long after I arrived, she served me my first drink and quickly asked me if I would be interested in meeting her single lesbian mother. Of course I said yes, and a friendship  started that has continued over ten years till today. She is the woman who took me to the NFL Monday Night Football game. A very scary experience which cemented my arrival as a full-fledged transgender woman in the world. But that wasn't all that happened at my favorite venue. Another night, as I sat alone to be by myself, another woman came in to pick up her to-go order. While she was waiting, she slipped a note down the bar to me asking if I was interested in having a drink sometime. I said yes and the three of us ended up having a great time the next couple of years as we watched sports, drank too much and had fun at lesbian mixers. My two new friends ushered me into a world I never thought I could go.

Against all predictions, my connections through isolation worked very well for me. My new friends which included my wife Liz who also identifies as a lesbian, all helped me into my own important version of transgender womanhood. Destiny was certainly helping me during this period of my life.  

Seraching for Me

Image from Selcuk S
On UnSplash.

Ironically, during my life I have spent too much time searching for who the true me was.

Naturally, I am referring to finding the springboard I needed to determine which gender I was. When I was younger, I made the habit of waking up in the morning wondering if I was a boy or a girl. I was very gender fluid for years before I decided which gender direction was the correct one for me. The problem was I needed to put on my gender blinders and attack the world daily as a male. Something I never wanted to do.

It turned out the springboard I needed to find out the me I was looking for was still a long way in coming. I still needed to cross or follow many paths before I found me. More precisely, I had parenthood come into my life as well as many challenges such as military service, marriages and just life in many ways. I was constantly searching for my gender by going out and exploring the world to find out if I could ever achieve my dream of transgender womanhood. The journey was so difficult when I experienced negative feedback From stares and giggles, all the way to people singling me out for pictures, I did it all before I made a better effort to blend in with the rest of the world.

All in all, I found just being me was going to be much more complicated than I ever thought possible. It all started for me in the days when I always thought the grass was always going to be greener for me on the feminine side of the border. I discovered, even though my trip across the border was terrifying at times, on the other hand I felt so good and natural, I knew there could and would be no turning back. No matter how easy it would have been. At times, I was even a bit jealous of men who had never experienced any gender issues and were able to live out their lives enjoying male privileges. It all just was not in the cards for me during my life.

Just me, turned out to be so much more. I am a parent, a grandparent and a spouse to a supporting wife. In other words, I am so fortunate to be surrounded by people who care for me. Plus during my life I have been able to take an in-depth dive into how both main binary genders operate. What really breaks my heart is when one of the bigoted transphobic political commercials comes on with all it's lies. I want to tell the haters that even though I am a transgender woman, I have a life not so different from theirs. I am just busy being me.

Perhaps the problem is, since my life turned out to be more complex than the so-called norm, so people don't want to understand or care. 

By this time in my life, I have learned being just me will have to be good enough. I have worked too long and hard to give it up now. From having a gender fluid lonely youth to finding my true self in trans womanhood, I think I have been fortunate to end up where I am. Plus, I will continue to advocate for all transgender women or trans men such as my transgender grandchild with their whole life ahead. There is so much to do. Maybe I can just be a positive example to another novice transgender person still living firmly in their closet. Who knows? Maybe you can be next to escape and live as your authentic self.

Passing the Big Tests

 

Image from Shifaaz Shamoon
on UnSplash.

Throughout the years, I found out I had time after time when I needed to "pass" or present well as a feminine person in key situations.

Probably, there are too many to remember but here are a few I recall besides the major one I always write about. It was when I went out to see if I could exist in a world of single professional women in a bar/restaurant I went to as a guy. I really wanted to see if I could make it from the other gender side I had always dreamed of. I wanted to be the other women so badly and now I found I could actually do it. Of course from that point forward, my life changed and I could move forward on a different gender path. 

Forward had it's own set of challenges. One aspect I was really successful at was accomplishing two things at once such as going to the grocery store. By doing so, I was accomplishing a task which most women do again as my feminine self. From there I was able to expand my horizons to other venues such as antique malls where I could admire myself in the old mirrors and at the same time shop for a gift for my second wife. The effort was especially valuable around the Christmas season. 

All along, my experiences were adding to my overall confidence in my new exciting life. Even though, I did not really approve of or buy into the concept of passing, I did approve of blending into the world as part of my transgender womanhood. I was cherishing the time I spent in my new life and increasingly hating any of the time I needed to go back to my old male ways. I was fascinated with how quickly I was adjusting to my new feminine ways. The entire process proved to me I should have been living this way all this time.

Still, I had big tests to pass. It seemed I was going back to school and everytime I passed one test, there was another to go. Another one I just went through was having a mammogram. As I wrote yesterday, mammogram day was upon me again and the nurse could not have been nicer. She asked me about my family history with breast cancer and we went on from there without any invasive questions. She was much better than the nurse last year who acted as if I was some sort of bother.

To arrive at the point I am today, I needed to pass the communication test. There was a time when I would be shy and reluctant to look another woman in the eye when I was talking to her. With quite a bit of practice and trial and error, I found myself enjoying the interaction with other women. I have passed the gender test.

Of course life will always present other challenges around blind corners. I just hope I am up to the challenge, especially when someday I know I will have to face off with a transphobic person. In the mean time, I will do the best I can to pass the big tests when I can. It all continues to be so different than back in the male days when I could simply try to out bluster the other guy. Over the years, I have had so many knives I have pulled out of my back from other women, I think I am ready for more claw marks.