Wednesday, August 31, 2011

My Four-Compass Theory of Gender and Sexuality


As I've come along this journey, over the past few years I've formulated a theory and a way that I enjoy explaining the variations that people see in Gender and Sexuality.

I call it my Four-Compass Theory.

It basically goes like this:

Everyone should know what a compass looks like - a round device with markings for North, South, East and West and a floating needle that points North.

Now it rarely points precisely towards any of its labels, and this is important to remember throughout this essay.

I believe a person's Gender and Sexuality can be roughly (not precisely, don't start throwing rotten tomatoes at me!) described using 4 compasses.

The first compass, your Physical Sex, is declared by your mother's doctor when you're born. Your genitals are observed and the doctor declares, "It's a boy!" Well, normally it's clear. For Intersex people it may be somewhere in between boy and girl, and any variation in the appearance of the genitalia may cause a moment of confusion. There are also other controversial factors behind which little research has been done, things like female or male traits in the brain, that can't be seen.

The second compass, your Sexual Orientation, is who you're romantically or physically attracted to. If your first compass points near male, it might be strongly due-female (Heterosexual) or due-male (Homosexual). Or somewhere in between (Bi-Sexual), or all spinny and indeterminate (Pan-Sexual?).

The third compass, your Gender Expression, is instinctive but also socially influenced. You may appear to all around you as 100% man or woman. You may have behaviours or traits that seem contradictive to how people of your "assigned gender" are expected to act or look in your society – a strong jawline, a feminine nose, a certain bounce to your walk, the way you hold your hands, etc.

And the fourth compass, your Gender Identity, is how you feel inside. This is the most challenging compass to read, because nobody knows really how anybody else feels inside. It tends to be invisible to others, and there are no medical tests, or psychological tests that can conclusively determine the direction in which your Gender Identity compass points. But it is a strong and persistent feeling internal to us all, and may point due-male, due-female, somewhere in between, or all spinny and indeterminate.

Now, you can see the "norms" in these compasses - someone's first compass (Physical Sex) points male, their second compass (Sexual Orientation) points female, their third compass (Gender Expression) points male, and their fourth compass (Gender Identity) points male. Someone born male, comfortable in their maleness, and attracted to females.

You can also see other simple patterns (sorry in advance for these labels, I don't mean to offend) like a masculine gay male - someone born male, who is attracted to men, who looks and acts like a man (he wouldn't immediately tweak any but the strongest "gay-dar"), and he identifies as a man. Or a feminine gay male, someone born male, who is attracted to men, who may have some effeminate behaviours, but who strongly identifies as a man (does not feel feminine). Or a butch lesbian - born female, attracted to women, has more male behaviours and an aversion to frilly things, and strongly identifies as a woman and will punch your lights out if you suggest otherwise.

Enough of labels. As you can see, you can invent quite a few because these compasses can be pointing in all kinds of directions. In the end, people are who they are and should be loved and respected for that alone.

For me, I had a very difficult time deciding upon transition because from society's perspective only my Gender Identity compass was "off-kilter". Remember, there are no medical tests that can determine your Gender Identity, this can only come from within. I was declared male when I was born. I have never been attracted to men, only women. I did not exhibit any particularly feminine traits in my appearance or behaviour. I just had this nagging friction going through life that something was wrong. Unless I had explored presenting as female part-time, I would never have known that that was the cause of my friction.

I owe a lot to the transgender community, especially the Xpressions group in Toronto for encouraging me to step out of my closet and experience life in my felt gender. Without those experiences (and enough of them to get past the high of "OMG I'm actually doing this!"), when the repeated question from my psychiatrist at CAMH came - "Do you feel more comfortable in the male role or female role?" I would not have been able to honestly answer it.

So there it is, my Four Compass theory and a bit of discussion around it. So think about yourself, where do your compasses lie?

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

1 Month Full-Time

Well, I'm almost there, just four more days, and it will be 1 month full-time.

What's happened?

Well, all kinds. And not a lot.

First and foremost, let me say that it is fantastic to just be one person all the time. Not loading and unloading my purse, worrying about keeping my mannerisms in check, etc. Been great using my femme voice full-time to try and train my larynx better. From this standpoint, it's like I've been preparing to move to a new country (planet?) and now I'm finally here. I've never been here before, so it's pretty exciting :)

Oh, not exciting in a big way. Just in that "Oh, I'm going to make spaghetti for dinner, I really like spaghetti" kind of way. It's been pretty matter-of-fact, the routine of everything, but if I stop and think about things I can't help but do a little happy-dance.

My morning routine is now routine. Getting dressed is still a tad stressful as my wardrobe has some gaps and I have to be more careful about laundry. I'm still stressing a bit about my weight; I need to lose some of it.

Work contacts have been so far 100% accepting and trying hard to use the right name and pronouns. I try and tell them how much I appreciate it every chance I get. Customer meetings have all gone great, and that great awful dread of using the telephone is starting to subside (I'm very self-conscious about my voice).

More than once, I've received the most flattering comment I think someone could make - "If I hadn't known you before I'd never have guessed..." I think I glow for at least a day after someone tells me that. Even if they're just being nice.

Next month marks the big kick-off of fall events in the technical communities in which I'm involved. I expect I'll have an interesting time re-introducing myself to folks there.

I don't have any funny stories or anything yet. Slightly disappointing. I don't think I'm going to have as good material as this for awkward stories ever again :-)

Monday, July 25, 2011

Announcement

So, last Friday I announced my intention to go full-time on Jul 30th. Actually I think it will happen on the 29th, or maybe the afternoon of the 28th :)

The announcement went out through my business contacts and my main social channels, and I did it with a simple email pointing to a more detailed blog post (http://wp.me/s6zFT-changes) that I posted out to my business blog.

My blog saw 246 hits on Friday, 92 hits on Saturday, 65 hits on Sunday and so far 75 hits today (Monday). Normal traffic is 10-20 hits. Needless to say, folks have been sharing :)

As luck would have it (or as God blessed me with) I found a picture of myself that I actually like, and posted it along with the announcement to help people who knew *him* visualize me.

The response has been overwhelming, from all sides. Family, friends, business contacts, all positive responses and messages of support. I had the tissue box close all weekend, even today responding to messages I could hardly keep from tearing up.

When you keep a secret like this your whole life, you put up walls and keep yourself far from the hope that people will accept you - out of sheer terror of judgement and ridicule. When you finally venture outside the walls, and find acceptance and support, it's shattering. I had a response from a place I wasn't expecting support on Saturday and I was reduced to a blubbering idiot.

Family are especially hard to deal with, because you have the double-edge knife - judgement from family can cut closer to the bone than anything, but family can be upset that you would even think that they would judge you.

So I will be continuing to blog about my transition here, separate from my business blog. I will probably also one day link my Facebook account to here as well, so that others can read more of my story. I know this blog has some pretty big holes in it though - so I promise I'll blog more in the future :)

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Catching Up

A friend today reminded me I had a blog, and I realized I should be writing more :)

So it's June now, my last post in February... I had been keeping up the pace of coming out to at least a person a week, but now I've run out of people to tell - so I suppose it's OK that I haven't kept the pace.

The weight of being authentic has lifted somewhat. It's hard to explain, but as I've emerged and as my transition continues I am realizing that I no longer have to do anything to feel right, I simply am. This has meant that I no longer feel good just when my presentation matches my felt gender, it has spread everywhere and now I feel kind of like I'm cross-dressing for work. This has put additional pressure on stepping up my transition date as there's really no work-related reason to continue to delay.

My wife and I have stepped back a bit from our participation in the trans community, not because we don't have great friends there but because we're realizing how much it has inadvertently taken away from our own couple time. Instead of going to the Spring Fling event in May for example, we called to ensure same-sex couples were welcome at the Couples Resort in Whitney ON and took a mini vacation up north. It was incredible, both from our relationship standpoint and from the acceptance we received at the resort. It remains our favourite getaway spot, the venue is beautiful, the rooms richly decorated, and the food is exquisite.

As my wife and I will be living as a same-sex couple soon, we've made efforts to connect with the local PFLAG chapter in order to make some local friends. And as is my nature, our attendance has lead to a bit of involvement. Tomorrow is the first-ever Pride parade in Durham Region and I've volunteered to cook the sausage for the PFLAG family breakfast beforehand.

There have been some amusing things that have happened since getting involved in PFLAG; my personal and business selves have begun to blur... it's lead to conversations among my contacts like "It looks like (my company) is going to be placing an ad in Pink Pages", "Great, I know (my guy name) there, he's the owner", "Oh yeah? I was talking to Gillian, she's an owner too"... :)

My wife's parents came back from wintering in Florida and we told them in May. They were pretty shocked. Her mum has met me, and is working towards acceptance but I think her dad is avoiding the issue.

I hadn't pushed my own parents much, but with being out and about so much I asked my mum when they'd like to meet me. They came back and said we needed to have a "serious conversation" first. So at this point I'm waiting for that to happen, perhaps with a tiny bit of dread but I'm keeping an open mind about it.

I'd really like to set a date for transition, my wife and I have talked about August or September. I'm apprehensive actually setting it because of my parents' recent shift but it so needs to happen, and soon.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Picking Up the Pace

So this year I've really stepped up the pace of things.

I decided over the Christmas break that I was going to spend every day I could the way I feel, and I've kept that promise so far. This has meant that every non-work day this year has belonged to Gillian. It has had a tremendously positive impact on how I feel.

In order to do this, I've had to be out and about in my home town. So I began coming out to more people - at least one new person every week. My parents and sisters have known for some time, so this year started with some of the individuals at my business, then all of my employees, then my best friend of the past 14 years (this past Monday).

My staff were all pretty surprised and non-judgemental, which was awesome. We've even worked together (them and Gillian) on a Saturday on a special project and I didn't pick up on any weird vibes at all.

My best friend was a different story - but he's a sensitive and caring person (don't tell him that, he'll deny it!). He was very worried that I'm making a bad decision. I popped over and we went for a drive and I told him - he was totally shocked. For the next couple hours he tried over and over again to reason it and analyze it and of course failed every step of the way. I can't explain this in any logical terms, and my vocabulary for sharing my emotions and feelings has had very little practice to this point. He felt bad the next morning and texted me that he felt he should have been more supportive and was there for me. He's a great friend.

Being out and about in my home town is a little odd - I've avoided it for so long Gillian feels almost like a stranger here. I see people I saw all the time and I notice that I'm acting a bit embarrassed around them and I hate that - working hard to be as natural with the people I recognize as those I don't.

I haven't run into any extended family or friends yet, it's just a matter of time. However now that I've begun spreading the news about me more widely I'm sure the rumour mill will start to turn before long so it won't be a total surprise. Friends I'm not worried about at all, but family I have to get better at keeping in touch with my parents so I'm sure they're prepared.

Anyways, today is a special day. I'm finally making it to a Dignity Canada sponsored evening at Our Lady of Lourdes in Toronto. The topic is "Living from the Centre" lead by Barbara Sheppard, and it's followed by a mass. I'm not sure what to expect, but I think this will be an important experience along the path to reconnecting with my faith.