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Thanks for a new day

3/2/2014

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Working this past weekend, some of my fellow stagehands were complaining about the tedium, waiting for our cues through the long first act of our fifth and last performance of West Side Story. I felt mystified. What’s wrong with sitting here, listening to the music, watching the lights and dancing shadows projected onto to the side walls of the stage, watching the beautiful young performers hurry past on their way to their next scene? Waiting for what? To get home, and get to bed? For tomorrow? What if, by some awful accident, we don’t make it home? These may be our last moments. Our lives are these moments that we live, and they will never return. Why is that which may come next more desirable?

How my life has changed! I no longer feel the hurry to accelerate my passage through the moments, though I can remember having felt that way. It’s not just age, my companions in the wardrobe crew are also in their late middle age. Is it hormones? They were men expressing those feelings, but the women also agreed with the sentiment. The change in my attitude does date from around the time I began hormone replacement therapy (HRT) two years ago, though I think it really began a little before, during the recovery from my breakdown. Perhaps it was having to let go of the obligations and expectations that I felt defined me, that I felt so necessary for my survival, to achieve the goals I had set my heart on. Letting go of my dreams of providing what my parents weren’t able to provide for me; a stable family home, and economic support for my children’s post-secondary education. Or was it my acceptance of the reality of my jobless state? Accepting the unlikelihood of my finding suitably satisfying and remunerative employment considering my age, lack of University degree and my gender, and my subsequent determination to make the best of it, to learn to reduce expenses and make do with very little. Or learning to accept that caring for my then fragile state of health was more important than my illusions of an artistic career. Probably it had a lot to do with my decision to get off the fence on where I stood about my gender, and accept that I couldn’t be happy as a gender ambiguous person, wearing a skirt while people were referring to me as he.

However, it was when the effects of the HRT began to be felt, particularly my relief at the release from the effects of testosterone, that I finally stopped thinking about suicide, and began to anticipate the future with curiosity. Not that I had been pessimistic all my life. I had many periods of exaltation; first loves, travel, and new artistic projects. Periods of contentment, however, were usually soon tarnished by self criticism, worries about social and professional inadequacy and economic uncertainty. I was egotistical and anxious about what I felt to be my responsibility to make real my understanding of how things should be and to create a suitable future for myself, my loved ones, and all of humanity. Career successes were usually times of complication, depression, feelings of being unworthy and unappreciated. I would try desperately to hold on to love, anguished about my partners' misunderstandings and defensiveness, and feeling disillusioned and suicidal. All of this is gone. The past two years have been ones of equanimity. Despite what in the past I would have seen as negative. The little paid work I get is humble and undependable. I have good friends, but no love affairs. My professional successes are occasional, with limited recognition. I have fallen from the esteem of some of my family and friends. I have wrinkles and aches and suffer from minor dance injuries. Yet, even this minor suffering is felt as evidence of life.

How wonderful to feel the miracle of each new day, to feel thankful for being alive, and to be able to take a little time to appreciate it. Waiting is not tedious, it can be full of awareness and wonder. I look forward to what comes next with curiosity, anticipation, but not impatience. How fast time passes, in retrospect. I never thought I would be 58 so soon, that I would have children, that they would become adults. One day I will die. I am not afraid of it, but I have no desire to hasten that day.


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Stella
25/4/2014 11:35:33 am

Wow you are stronger than I am as I had just read your story about the passport problems and was shocked to hear even in Canada we have this kind of unilateral stupidity and backwardness in our gov't against our own people because they chose at whatever point in life to change their gender which is their right. There was a story in TO Life about a young person who was thrown in prison because she had a partner here and had overstayed her student visa and there was such idiocracy over this as she should have never been sent to prison in the first place it ias just a visa problem she didn't kill anyone or steal anything. BTW I am not trans or have I ever planned to be. Just an average woman who is disabled and always find it very sad when a lovely person like you and that girl get the short shrift for wanting to be something you weren't born with. At this day and age it amazes me how backwards people can be in everyday life so cruel to others just wanting to be happy. I hope one day you will feel complete in whatever way you feel comfortable and don't let others get you down. There are empathetic people out there who accept you as you are and if I met you I still would. Happiness is hard these days to get and yes I agree the psychiatric community have a lot to answer for with their need to drug us up because that is what they think is acceptable. Being Visual and Hearing Impaired and in ill health being discriminated against daily and people trying to always take advantage and my fight with medical professionals. You are an inspiring woman no matter what anyone says and you never give up and nor should you. I hope that everything works out for you and you get all the happiness you deserve.

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    5/4/2013 Joy Is My Guide, a Trans Monologue
    17/1/2014 The first entry in my new online journal
    3/2/2014 Thanks for a new day
    5/2/2014 My hobby; Bureaucratic busywork, year 1
    11/2/2014 Why?
    13/2/2014 A Break from Bureaucratic Busywork: The Holidays, 2012-13
    15/2/2014 Workplace Acceptance
    1/3/2014 My Hobby Is No Longer So New; Bureaucratic Busywork, Year 2
    6/3/2014 My Montréal Pre-Op Regime
    29/3/2014 Post Op Trans Rights Organizing
    11/4/2014 On Empathy and Responsibility
    21/4/2014 An Interview with my Son
    18/8/2014 Surgery
    22/10/2014 Post-op; More Than You Ever Wanted to Know About Miki’s Kiki.
    19/12/2014 Dance
    9/2/2016 When I Grow Up

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