The letter “T”
I wish I knew a transgender individual. I know of some, and met the relative of a friend once who was transgender, but that is the limit of my connection. People lump me into the acronym LGBT (I don’t necessarily mind the label) but the “T” portion is nearly alien to me.
What must it be like to feel like you were born in the wrong body? It must be excruciatingly frustrating. I am really blessed to have been born in a body in which I am mostly comfortable, and I guess that to this point I have been taking that for granted.
While there is not enough legitimate information available for public education about the reality of same-sex love and orientation, there is woefully less on those who are transgender. This is the reason why I don’t know which pronoun to use for a woman who has become a man. I would like for that ignorance to be eradicated.
Because say what you will about my kind of love, the “G” and “L” kind of love that I would argue is the same as the “S” kind, but no one has the right to question an individual’s gender identity.
