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Related: About this forum“Are you a boy or a girl?”: Our trans-bisexual love story
http://www.salon.com/2014/05/29/are_you_a_boy_or_a_girl_our_trans_bisexual_love_story/A photo of the author with his wife, Ilona.
I dont mean to be rude, but Ive been watching you, and Im trying to figure out: Are you a boy or a girl? she asked.
Me too, I replied.
Those might not seem like the most auspicious lines with which to begin a relationship, but there we were, leaning over the stern railing of a ship that was slowly circling the Boston Harbor. It was a no-booze, creative-black-tie fundraiser for a queer youth group. Bass thumped from the dance floor and pastel lights strobed out into the twilight.
I knew why I had fled to the back of the boat: I was tired of being on the margins of the dance floor. Not that the space was unfamiliar. I had occupied the margins of every dance Id ever been to, most of which were in rural Maine. There, Id grown up as a tomboy named Alice, known as Al to my friends. School dances were painful, especially by the time I reached eighth grade and had grown aware of the fact that I was attracted to girls not boys a fact that others, based on the names they called me, had cottoned to much earlier.
Here, on this slowly circling boat, I thought the dancing might go better. I was no longer Alice, and I wasnt trying to negotiate the feelings I had for women. Now 17, I had just come out as transgender, cut my hair short, and changed my name to Alex. But on the dance floor, I stuttered between groups. A gay boy asked me to dance we stepped to the floor and, over the din, I explained my newfound identity to him. OK, see you around was his reply. I danced in a circle of lesbians, swaying to the beat. I had been one of them at the start of the summer, when I joined the youth group. Theyd watched my transformation into transgender, into this proto-guy, into whatever I was. I wasnt one of them.
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“Are you a boy or a girl?”: Our trans-bisexual love story (Original Post)
xchrom
May 2014
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Duncan Grant
(8,291 posts)1. Thanks for posting this -- it's a great read.
I thought the passage beginning with:
What is the difference between you and me? had been the womans opening salvo. Wed met before, so I guess it was acceptable to dispense with pleasantries.
was amazing. Talk about cultivating one's empathy!
Thanks, again for posting -- otherwise I would have missed this.
burrowowl
(17,648 posts)2. Thank you, beautiful story! K&R