Part One: The Mirror Cracked by Cathy Platine Once upon a time................. Ok, a few years ago, a gender dysphoric named Cathy (for yes, I already was calling myself that) screwed up her courage enough to call the local transgendered support group. This started my strange adventures with the gender "community". I had gotten the number from a phone call to IFGE whose number in turn I'd gotten from a TV talk show. That first contact took every single ounce of courage in me. I admitted to someone besides my spouse for the first time in my life that I was transgendered. After several calls I got my courage up to the point of asking about attending a meeting and was told I would have to be "screened" first. Screen consisted of my going to a local restaurant, alone, and meeting some of the member of the club while dressed as female. Now understand, never in my life had I gone anywhere dressed female that anyone could see me. I had v...
Why trans people are often their own worst enemies by Cathryn Platine As I write this it has been well over a decade since I transitioned and during that time, while I had some employment discrimination issues, far and away the worst treatment I have received from the world has been at the hands of transgendered people themselves. The House of Representatives has just passed a non-inclusive ENDA with a Senate version due to be introduced any day now by Teddy Kennedy. My own hopes of a legislative acknowledged right to my basic civil liberties in my lifetime are dashed but then I always just exercised them anyway as my right as an American citizen under the Constitution. I've seriously thought about writing this essay for many years and always left it undone out of the sure knowledge some will feel the need to "punish" me for talking about the dirty little secrets of the trans "community"; that it often is not reality based and has a huge...
Part Three: Off With Her Head! by Cathy Platine Spring of 1997 saw many many changes in my life. Sarah Fox and I had started to become real players in the politics of gender thanks in part to our new exposure as out officers of the Crystal Club. We both decided to go to Washington DC that year for GenderPAC's Lobby days. This was something we both had hoped to interest others in the club in to no avail. Because of the messages of the fear of our activism, I started making sure that every issue, starting in March and continuing through most of the rest of the year, had a statement that the Crystal Club would remain a safe place where no one had to be more out or active than their own comfort level dictated. This was a part of almost every single "Cathy's Corner" from that time on and in fact I had made the statement for the first time in the newsletter back in December of 1996! Ironically, ever since then to th...
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