I started to question whether I or anyone else really did need to understand everything before it could be accepted. I wondered if I could accept first and then work on the understanding part as best I could.
It's not that I am against marriage equality, but as an 18-year-old non-binary low-income transwomyn of color (who is single because college is my current boyfriend), my right to walk down the aisle is no where near my list of priorities.
It's been a weird couple of days. My 17 year old self would be so happy right now. After crying in a counselling office when Bush was re-elected and all of my Southern Californian classmates rejoiced, I would have lauded this day.
In a world that is saturated in patriarchy and gender based violence, imagine how powerful and life saving it would be if men, masculine presenting people and cis-gender identified people started standing up as allies too.
If we look to her for a lesson in transgender identity, we may be left wanting. But if we scale back to put her unique story in its time and place and in a wide and rich history, some valuable things come into focus.
I am still in love with the person I married back in 1984. A person who today is a she. I have witnessed true joy in the person I've grown a life with -- a person whose blue eyes shine because she feels right in her own skin.
You don't get to decide who calls themselves a man or a woman. You don't get to decide how that person presents or how that person lives their life. You wouldn't want anyone doing that for you, why should transgender people be any different?
Ultimately the age of dinosaurs will pass; their fossils will be discovered by future anthropologist-archeologists to be scrutinized, dissected, and viewed as oddities whose ideas will seem curious for their naiveté.
I've said it over and over again. I am one of the lucky ones. I've lost no one in my family and extended family when I transitioned. I am not going into the whys and wherefores of this. I am just happy to count my blessings.