Why do we do the things we do? Why is it people in our own community can be harsh in their judgment of “our own kind”? Why does anyone care?
I represent a microscopic sliver of the transgender spectrum. I’ve taken the online quizzes and observed others in the community. I am just happy to dress in pretty clothes, take care with my makeup and select whatever long flowing hair that my mood strikes in order to give life to Savannah for hours at a time. Others are trapped in the wrong body and want to transition. Still others continue to struggle to find themselves and where they fit. I’ve seen beautiful and vibrant people take on their identity and take on the world as it relates to their new-found womanhood, and have seen a man in a satin prom dress and a beard. Why do we exult the former and scorn and judge the latter?
Both have their place in the community. Both should be held in high regard. Both personas have courage to go out into the world as far as they can muster bravery against fear and possible ridicule. Who am I to judge their motivations? I am just a lowly crossdresser who wants to put on a pretty frock and go out to dinner and dancing with my friends. I can only sympathize with a woman trapped in a man’s body who despises their born self and has difficult time with body image. And I can only wonder why a man would want to wear a gown and NOT shave and wear flawless foundation. Just because I can’t understand another person’s motivations doesn’t mean I can judge them.
To judge is to be judged.
Our brothers and sisters of all races, creeds, opinions, and degrees of gender identify are living beings… individuals… with hopes and pains… with goals and desires and wishes for a happy balanced existence.
Support one another, be there for each other, and understand that we are different but the same.