The ABC TV series Head First interviewed transgendered folk, my folk, my community. They were not tested to see if they were malingerers or delusional. Don’t know if there is a test, don’t care.
I only know that the process of being gay involves a lot of the same head space as transgendered folk: how far do I go, what do I do now? Tho, they go further.
Shocking to hear that 40% think of suicide and many resort to that finality. The story of the Tassie roller derby gal who finessed her identity, left town, went to Brissie and was rejected for the team, without adequate explanation for the decision. My satisfaction is that the team got itself Australia-wide advertisement for its mean-mindedness.
But her example was inspirational. Tears, floods of tears are part of the process. But she, past mistress of Change, morphed one step further, and went for hockey. That aspect of butching up and becoming immune to pain was part of it, surely. As a primary school kid, I had to play hockey; it horrified me, the pain, the prospect of a whacking ball. I took no pleasure in flicking the ball, in block & tackle. I think my Sister of Mercy teacher told me later, I gave up on playground stuff & just wanted to draw.
But Ms Roller Derby had the right idea: all the head stuff needs an antidote, something to rework yr mind, yr energies, something completely transformational. See, there’s change again. The human body reworks, remakes itself completely every 7 years.
And in Michael Bagemihl’s book Biological Exuberance is the image of a bird, so composed of a mix of gender attributes, as to be gender unidentifiable, but it lives and functions. Nature is mysterious but dauntless: Apollo, Ceres, Artemis, Dionysus, spirits of the land, ancestors.