Warning: Long post.
The sad part is, even if you escape that "Christian" culture, you still carry the bogey man around with you in the back of your head. My grandfather and namesake was a Methodist minister from Arkansas, and he was very much a hellfire and brimstone kind of guy. He was not a big part of my life, my dad being the second youngest of five children. But my dad --
Dad spent his whole life living as if he were performing in front of an imaginary audience. And as a child, he was -- his father's congregation. So dad filled my head with fear, shame and guilt over any little thing I did that didn't "look right." Dad was bad guy, but he was not a loud, confrontational typical bully. He was more of a creepy, smarmy frenemy, who thrived on getting me to doubt myself and then telling me what to do.
Dad never knew I was trans, but he knew I was effeminate, and he was constantly an intrusive presence in my love life, ever since I was fourteen.
I tried to transition three prior times, once in college in 1982, once after finishing law school in 1989, and once at the end of my first marriage in 1999. Each time, fear stopped me. Fear of leaving college and getting a job to support transition dreams, fear of losing my law license, fear of losing custody of my son.
After a stroke silenced my dad for good in 2009, I ran on like a wind up toy for another five years, having screaming matches with my father inside my head.
It took me until I was 52 to get my father out of my head and gain the courage to be myself.
And all of this is the product of a uniquely American, and toxic form of Christianity. My wife is from the Philippines, and the Catholic Church owns that place, but it is not like this over there. An MTF transgender just got elected to Congress over there without controversy or fanfare. There is currently a telenovela called "Destiny Rose" airing on TV over there portraying an MTF transgender as the heroine. Their biggest movie star and TV talk show host is a gay genderqueer crossdresser named "Vice Ganda." I could go on and on, but believe me, the way things are in the Philippines makes me ashamed to be an American.