Quote from: anjaq on October 19, 2016, 05:06:03 PM
No, I am not stealth. I do generally pass. Women ask me for tampons, doctors if I am pregnant or if I have my menstruation regularly. But many people know because it goes around and in some cases I talked about it. Most of my doctors know, my best friend know because I knew her early in transition, ... But I do not want to see the disappointment in the others if I tell - so I try not to tell. I think the concept that being trans is something that others are entitled to know if they want to be close to us is a strange one. Where does this entitlement come from? Why is it a big betrayal and lack of trust and so on, if I do not tell this part of my life - compared to maybe something like having had breast augmentation, or cis women getting genital beautification surgery, or having stolen stuff as a teenager and been sentenced to public service.
That sense of entitlement is a consequence of privilege, I think. It is not a privilege I will to acquiesce to.
QuoteAnd yes, I think a lot of trans women are having wishful thinking about being 100% stealth. I know that I am not, but I enjoy those areas of my life where it is so and I do not intend to destroy this by coming out and consequently not being asked anymore for a tampon or experience how conversation topics shift away from menstruation, childbearing and menopause when I enter the group because it is "girl talk" (and thus not something to share with a ->-bleeped-<-). I hate that it is like that but see no way out.
This is the society that we currently live in. Which, we should remember, is not the same society that women had to navigate fifty years ago. It will eventually change, at some point. Until then, we adapt to the circumstances in which we find ourselves.
There was a Neil Gaiman short story many years ago about a magic pill that cured cancer, but it had the side effect of completely rewriting your DNA such that a sex change was effected. Of course, its use became rampant in society. People would live longer and longer, switching back and forth, and at first there were rules in place to try and identify the switchers -- to keep a fixed gender identity in place. But eventually, those who never took the pill became a distinct minority, and eventually died out. Switching was normal, understood, and so of course no one had to say anything about it.
That's what "normal" is -- men and women don't have to tell the world they're men and women, and straight people don't have to tell the world they're straight. It's either apparent or assumed.
Now, I don't have illusions about the so-called 100% experience. I'm still in relationship to my family, for example, and of course they know full well -- and they know full well the relationship will end if they're not impeccable, because I won't put up with anything stirring my dysphoria. I am in relationship with a few women as deep or deeper into a post-transition life as I am, but because we all know what it's like it's actually properly intimate, not estranging. And of course a couple doctors know, in order to provide proper health care. In all these spheres, confidentiality is explicitly expected.
Most of my life is lived outside these spheres.
QuoteI think a partner eventually has to know. I would tell him all of the other things above as well. This is particularly hard to find the right moment to come out to a partner.
I don't know. Does coming out in this context lead to greater intimacy, or does it create distance? It really depends on your partner. For the vast majority of partners, I think it does more harm than good to the relationship.
And the thing is, no one ever gets a perfect partner, except in fairy tales and rom-coms. There are things I'd tell my girlfriends that I'd never tell my lover, and vice-versa. And I'm sure there's plenty he'd never share, and frankly I probably wouldn't want him to. We are so often different people in different contexts. It doesn't have to be uniform across every sphere. I am not the same person at work than I am at a family gathering, than I am hanging out with friends, than I am making love, than I am sitting home alone on a Thursday night watching TV.
So why the compulsion to tell a partner, when they're already doing everything right? Perhaps, to allude to the words said not too long ago by a wise woman, all it takes is
letting go. Once transition is over, just let it go. "Trans" was a useful identity during that period, made it possible to survive, but it too is a construction that we don't have to hold onto.
Who we are exists only in the present. The past is long gone, and the future has yet to arrive and even then it will be transitory. So how about trying just staying in the Here and Now?