Jazz … Meet Devina

Wow! I want to be among the first to pass on the good news that the world has found the previous-unknown (but-not-actually-related) younger (and also transgender) sister of Jazz Jennings. My friend Ines Ligron in Tokyo (how’s that for good news getting around!) sent me this link to a story about little Devina Keswani.



What a sweetheart! And I can’t help saying, her parents look every bit as loving, accepting and maybe a little bit puzzled (and struggling) as Jazz’s parents!

Is there something in the water? That these delightful young transgender girls are stepping forward at just this time to completely changing the narrative about transgender women? I have to say to Jazz – and now Devina, as well – you are going to re-write history! No longer will people think of transgender women as people with faintly masculine bodies doing their best to “pass” (and only partly succeeding).

Soon the world will accept transgender girls – and young trans women, as you will shortly be – as every bit as feminine and attractive as our cis-sisters. And when they talk about the prettiest such girls, your names will be in everyone’s hashtags and tittering in everyone’s tweets. So welcome! We are glad to have you!

Posted By • November 1st, 2015

Blog 01

Greetings. This is the first entry in my little semi-regular love letter to the world. Not that I am filled with amorous intentions for all (or any) of you, but only that those of you who are like me – struggling to find a place in this strangely put-together world – have all my sympathy, and with sympathy we often find caring, understanding and (sometimes) love.

I arrived at this place indirectly: I came out 2 and ½ years ago as a transgender (“TG”) woman, and (as they say) “I have never looked back.” Now, about a year ago I suffered an attack of “Christmas Season Nostalgia,” and I decided to read the original Charles Dickens story involving Scrooge, Tiny Tim and the 3 ghosts (A Christmas Carol). When I finished reading, it had affected me so deeply that I decided to “reimagine” that old story with one of the primary characters being a TG woman. The rest – as they say – “is history” (although so is pretty much everything else, too, when you think about it).

So I wrote that book, and I will share it with the world, but there are other feelings I had and other observations I might have made, which did not fit conveniently into that old narrative. Hence this blog.

Now, with TG television programs on several channels, and TG celebrities crowding supermodels off the covers of fashionable women’s magazines, you would think that TG men and women will shortly be seen running things in Washington, or appointed captains of industry, or buying one of Donald Trump’s bankrupt casinos going up for auction. But you would be wrong.

No. Being TG is serious business. It is much, much deeper than just a pretty dress, expensive shoes, and a handbag made out of the faux-skin of some endangered animal. No, being TG is often a matter of life and death.

Many TG women have attempted suicide. Many succeeded, and are not here to share their story. And not a week goes by without another TG woman being murdered somewhere in this country. Or at least, it feels that way. And those are just the TG women who are made conspicuous by their death. There are many more who lose their jobs, or can’t find a place to live, or are disowned by their parents, or are assaulted or ridiculed in public.

So this is what my interest is. That aspect of our fate by which so many of us suffer …are murdered …or choose to die. Being TG is not something you can slip on, zipper up and accessorize. It is who we are, and how we live, and why we suffer.

Posted By • October 19th, 2015

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