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Title: Meggan Sommerville, 'Trans Girl at the Cross,' Talks Growing Up Transgender, Tra
Post by: Shana A on July 17, 2012, 08:26:57 AM
Post by: Shana A on July 17, 2012, 08:26:57 AM
Robyn Harper
Blogger at 'Gay Girl Revolution'
Meggan Sommerville, 'Trans Girl at the Cross,' Talks Growing Up Transgender, Transitioning, and Changing Minds
Posted: 07/16/2012 6:36 pm
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/robyn-harper/meggan-sommerville-transgender_b_1671645.html (http://www.huffingtonpost.com/robyn-harper/meggan-sommerville-transgender_b_1671645.html)
I haven't had the opportunity to get to know many people from the transgender community. The concept and reality of it is definitely something I want to learn more about. I feel lucky that I've met Meggan. I feel even luckier that she has discussed with me her personal experiences, and deeply personal ones at that. She has given me a most revealing and valuable insight into her life and her experiences. I'm grateful for my learning experience, and for that I thank Meggan. Her cooperation and honesty have made this blog possible.
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Can you tell me what it was like growing up?
The best place to start is at the beginning. My earliest memories of not wanting to play to the normal gender roles, which were pretty well-defined back in the early '70s, was when I was about 4. That was when two of my friends would come over to play house with me and my older brother. Of course, as they were girls and we were boys, I always had to play the son. I wanted to play the mom.
For most of my early years, I never really showed definitive feminine traits. I tended to walk the line between gender roles. I liked to play with dolls and my stuffed animals and hang with my mom, but I also like playing with Tonka trucks, Legos, and getting dirty. I relished the days when I could go over to a girl friend's house and play with her toys. As I grew older and started to understand the differences between girls and boys, I started to understand more about how much I was really different from the other boys. I envied the clothes the girls wore. I hated the clothes I wore. But all that time I stayed silent. I never told my mom or dad how different I felt.
Blogger at 'Gay Girl Revolution'
Meggan Sommerville, 'Trans Girl at the Cross,' Talks Growing Up Transgender, Transitioning, and Changing Minds
Posted: 07/16/2012 6:36 pm
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/robyn-harper/meggan-sommerville-transgender_b_1671645.html (http://www.huffingtonpost.com/robyn-harper/meggan-sommerville-transgender_b_1671645.html)
I haven't had the opportunity to get to know many people from the transgender community. The concept and reality of it is definitely something I want to learn more about. I feel lucky that I've met Meggan. I feel even luckier that she has discussed with me her personal experiences, and deeply personal ones at that. She has given me a most revealing and valuable insight into her life and her experiences. I'm grateful for my learning experience, and for that I thank Meggan. Her cooperation and honesty have made this blog possible.
[...]
Can you tell me what it was like growing up?
The best place to start is at the beginning. My earliest memories of not wanting to play to the normal gender roles, which were pretty well-defined back in the early '70s, was when I was about 4. That was when two of my friends would come over to play house with me and my older brother. Of course, as they were girls and we were boys, I always had to play the son. I wanted to play the mom.
For most of my early years, I never really showed definitive feminine traits. I tended to walk the line between gender roles. I liked to play with dolls and my stuffed animals and hang with my mom, but I also like playing with Tonka trucks, Legos, and getting dirty. I relished the days when I could go over to a girl friend's house and play with her toys. As I grew older and started to understand the differences between girls and boys, I started to understand more about how much I was really different from the other boys. I envied the clothes the girls wore. I hated the clothes I wore. But all that time I stayed silent. I never told my mom or dad how different I felt.