All Monsters Are Human

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It’s now considered impolite to call transgender people names in public, but we’re still treated like subhuman beasts.

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Wynternight is the nom de plume of an Alaskan woman who loves the long, cold, and dark Alaska Winters. She's a fan of movies, music of all kinds and by all kinds she means metal, and various TV shows. She writes fantasy, sci-fi, and horror fiction of dubious quality and hopes to figure out what she wants to do when she grows up. Right now she works as a nurse, which she enjoys, but would much rather make a living as a black metal vocalist and guitar player.

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  1. Scot Lewis Wheat on

    All Monsters Are Human:
    Thank you, Brynn! Your beautiful words in your article are backed up by your personal story i.e. I had planned to go Navy, until my big brother went to Viet Nam and warned me off. I have still served in protecting folks in small ways while armed and uniformed, albeit only in brief stints. Thank you for your service!
    Primarily due to experiences around age 10, with puberty, in Helena, Montana (1964), my earliest love/sex imprints were on my adopted cousins David and Debbie (she was a horse woman at age 14 to my age 10-now horses are forever associated with loving Debbie; he was a little league pitcher, to my first base player). I lost my heart to them… Since our Summer of Love, I have been looking for that combined feeling of wholeness. Long story shortened, my whole life has been to be oriented to loving two people at once, preferably in one person, since being a part of a marriage with a man and a woman became so complicated…hence ,discovering that I am a TransOriented Man ,through Janet Mock and her Huffington Post interview-fairly recently. The label of being Bisexual, just didn’t really work for me, although in a way accurate i.e. I just loved Mikey, my younger Athabaskan neighbor, without question or judgement. It was natural to want to be with him-later, as a young man, he was stunningly beautiful/handsome. In the 1970’s, what seemed to be my orientation ,was to Transvestites, Cross Dressers, or, more excitingly, to Drag Queens. They were beautiful, and seemed more courageous than I was at the time. I had had gay experiences, while sometimes being identified as a redneck, macho, or patriarchal.
    In the mid 1970’s, in Fort Worth, Texas, after a night on the town with a Bi-Girl friend in some country western bar, dancing the night away, meeting a Drag Queen up on the stage for a big kiss, then more intimately at our friends home that night/morning, I had an epiphany where my Christian orientation (had wanted to be an Irish American Catholic Priest from about age 6) kicked in: in the arms of my new friend, I distinctly heard the phrase “Upon this rock, I build my church.” So what? I broke down and cried. Why? Because I had just known, in a biblical way, a person who, as you write, was a young monster-an abomination, which would make me an abomination, or not? God made me the way I am, and never has abandoned me. The rock of faith in God or rather God’s faith in me, has never been shaken, just stirred. The Real Humans, as you put it-great phrase-hate me too. Maybe not as much, and yet, when I was out for a stroll in Anchorage, Alaska, in 1990, with a Trans friend, we were assaulted -first with words, then drink cups; I squared off for a fight if they had stopped their car-to the death if necessary. At the same time, I was puzzled, as I am used to being accepted, in even the most macho groups, since I was a Union Laborer at age 19 (including being a Union Steward twice), Harley riding biker, horse riding-hay baling-cow pusher -born in Dillon, Montana Beaverhead County–Dad was born there too. We had had a ranch. From age 19 on, usually owning property, and so on. It tickled me that I could not imagine why they were attacking me —because I was not alone? Because at my back was a girl friend they found offensive. All for one, one for all; for better or for worse. We stood together.
    I am here on Susan’s site, since life has forced me to face, as Caitlyn Jenner did, the prospect of death before coming out completely. My death was weeks away in February 2009, due to cancer (Non Hodgkin Lymphoma B Cell), then minutes away due to congestive heart failure in July 2009, then later, hours away, due to a form of blood poisoning in April 2012. So what?
    I have been married most all my life, to a series of folks who had a part of the puzzle that is my heart. Now I need to become more whole, by understanding how to best relate to those whose challenge has been to come out-to transition-with admirable commitment. Susan’s is a place where I can practice getting my head and heart healed. Going to Transgender dating sites taught me that I need to be more whole myself, before dating, which will always be a precursor to marriage. I need to be more complete as a human. Not a Real Human as you use it, rather in the sense of my native American brothers and sisters ,where often their family/tribal name meant human.
    I live in a small Alaskan community that is post card beautiful, with a home and history; at the same time, I was wounded multiple times by society here in general, as well as in particulars, including by church people. Church people tend to be my enemy… I long for the days when i could go to a Metropolitan Community Church in Anchorage, with a trans girl on my arm, and be accepted, approved of, cherished, safe. On the surface, I may sing along with the song: Whiskey for my men; beer for my horses”, where using a Winchester rifle to end discussion with evil doers, just makes sense, while at the same time cherishing a Trans Girl, or now, age appropriately, a Trans Woman, as the love of my life.
    I plan to use some of your phraseology when talking with folks here; thank you Brynn, great, healing article. Useful for me to read more than once. In the name of the God of us all, however named, or unnamed by you, bless you and keep you. You are now a part of my life, a part of keeping me whole for another day.
    Scot.

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