Trans women are so often talked about, and so rarely listened to. Trans*scribe brings queer trans women’s voices to the front, with a diverse batch of stories covering a vast spectrum of trans experiences and triumphs.
- Laneia Jones Curator
- Riese Bernard Curator + Editor
- Rachel Kincaid Curator + Editor
- Rory Midhani Illustrator
“Our commitment was never in question. I just hadn’t faced the possibility that I could be, not someone’s boyfriend, but their girlfriend. That was the part I had to think about.”
“While I fully embrace the clothing-optional atmosphere of our body-positive home, I don’t want to shimmy down the hall with my ass hanging out in an emergency dash for TP.”
“The questionnaire doesn’t ask: “How do you feel your voice fits your role as an artist?,” but for me, it’s an unavoidable question.”
As with the meaning of written text, our bodies float somewhere between the author (ourselves) and the reader (those we encounter).
For anyone who’s ever wanted to say it in a letter.
Being bombarded by images of beautiful women with long hair while having male pattern baldness certainly made it easier to repress being transgender.
My teammates didn’t know that I was ending my run in this men’s league because I had to leave my male identity on the court.
Okay ladies, let’s stop right here and get our game together.
“If you do feel the need to ask if someone is transgender or not, first ask yourself why. Why is it your business? Why do you need to know? And will it change anything you think about this person?”
“It boils down to a simple decision: dress like a man, or lose part of my faith.”
“Not only do I have to deal with the crippling dysphoria that comes from having a body that I often don’t even recognize as my own, I also have to deal with the cultural misogyny that tells me that a woman can’t be as big and fat as I am and still be desirable.”
“This is about the first time I ever did mushrooms, and it’s about how being trans* affects everything, even bullshit bourgeoise attempts at pharmacological liberation.”
If he had read my medical records he would have known that my first psychotic break was exacerbated by my fear that I would never be recognized as a woman.
This begins with me already being a feminist, but ends with me making peace with being a woman.
“He was about to break the news that I would never have a child of my own, and nothing else had ever made it so clear that I wanted one. I really, really wanted one.”
What do the leading names in science fiction tell us about the future of gender?
“She acts like she’s such a victim when obviously there was abuse on both sides.” Awkwardly, I shrug my shoulders and look around the room. My partner doesn’t notice how uncomfortable she’s making me because she’s caught up in her own conjectures: “It’s like how we are sometimes.”
“It would have been nice to share my entire truth with her, but because of the Standards of Care, I didn’t; I feared my story would be seen as diverging from the typical trans* narrative too much.”
“I paid a dude to knock me unconscious, peel back my face, and cut out chunks of my skull and jaw.”
If you present in a traditionally feminine way, you’re just being a misogynistic parody of a woman, and if you fail to present in a traditionally feminine way, well ha! There’s the proof that you’re not really a woman right there.
“It’s unfortunate, unfair and illogical that intersex people get assigned a gender and a sex and are expected to either stick with them or fix someone else’s mistake with expensive, risky surgery on their genitals.”
“I did extremely well in any video games with dating elements, like Persona 4, but virtual dating and real dating are two very different things. I could master playing as someone else, but as the old cliché of dating advice often goes, I needed to be myself.”
Having the blessing – or curse – of lighter skin is a double edged sword. I never gave much thought to the idea that society needs positive cultural images of minorities until I came to embrace my Hispanic heritage and come out of the closet.
Thanks to a simple governmental regulation, my wife and I were able to exploit a legal loophole and obtain a federally recognized marriage.
“This past year of my transition, 2012, has been one of road travel with many miles revisited across numerous American states… Not the least of my concerns was driving my friend Xene’s unfamiliar Prius. Yet, my larger concern was driving solo as a woman.”