Gender Musings
There’s a phrase I’ve passed to my youngest daughter, quietly but consistently, over the years. It goes like this: learn lots, be good, and have fun. A simple thing. Almost too simple. But sometimes the smallest seeds grow the deepest roots. The older I get—and maybe that’s amplified by being a transgender in my fifties—the…
I often looked at an authentic version of me as a person fixed, fixed in the past or fixed in the future, this I now believe to be totally wrong way to think about myself or indeed anyone else. Being fixed in a mould so to speak, means we don’t adapt. Yet I have adapted…
I found myself at counselling again today, I’m fed up with this constant cycle of fighting to be accepted as simply me. No matter how I present, what I wear, how my voice doesn’t match my body or clothes, just fighting to be accepted as a human being. I keep trying to push this door…
All my life I have struggled to truly come to terms with the understanding that I suffer from what is often described as gender dysphoria. I personally hate the term but it is what it is, as a born male I was told in my 40’s by the NHS to change my sex marker to…
I have just heard the row on UK Breakfast TV show Good Morning Britain, a lot of wailing and gnashing of teeth regarding this gender neutral award on MTV. Kelly Maloney and Piers Morgan getting themselves in a spin over the award and the many gender names on facebook (yuk) to describe a persons gender. …
