This biological need to find similarities in the world around us is what almost drove me to my own death. At the time, I didn't know there was anyone like me. I didn't see commonalities with a single other human being and myself. I saw myself as defective, and therefore, not worthy of life, itself.
As we all know from the marriage debates, the opinions of others on our sexuality affect our daily lives. While the overwhelming consensus of the transgender community is that a person is whatever they identify as, others (including sometimes the government) base it on other things. The problem is it's done completely inconsistently.
As the International Day Against Homophobia and Transphobia approaches on May 17, it has been reported that in the first four months of 2014, 102 acts of violence against transgender people have been logged.
GFU should not get to respect a student on paper, in press releases, and in letters by using their preferred pronoun but then in practice and policy choose not to. If you choose to see Jayce as he is in one context, you must see him as he wholly in all situations.
I was 16 at the time my mother came out, and she seemed so much happier than when she was married to my cold, withholding, unfaithful father. So I was happy for her. She raised me to have an open mind about these things, and not judge people by the color of their skin, or who they loved, or what they worshiped. She raised me to judge them by their words and their actions.
What if most of us aren't "gay" or "straight," but somewhere in between? Artist and activist iO Tillett Wright makes a passionate case for accepting the complexity of individuality -- without making anybody feel like a second-class citizen. If her words don't persuade you, the images she shares just might.
Today I define myself as a happy, successful, devilishly handsome 44 year-old guy with a wonderful family and a bunch of great friends. Had I given up and let those first two doctors define me, I never would've made it past 23.
Sometimes the engagement achieved while knocking on doors as a candidate for office turns out to be of great personal significance, one that ties together loose ends from one's life, and the life discovered overlaps so much with one's own that it is uncanny. This is one such story.
Her mom Ofelia is her biggest fan, and the love between them will melt your heart.
Pat is a transgender teen from Azusa, California. She has been an outspoken advocate for California's School Success and Opportunity Act (AB 1266), which makes sure schools give transgender students a fair chance to fully participate in all programs and facilities.
The person you thought was your male friend is, in fact, a woman, and I'm now in a heterosexual relationship. Over the past month, my partner and I have been coming out to our friends and family about her gender identity.
We set out to tell a new kind of story with Mala Mala -- focusing on the humanity of Puerto Rico's trans and drag communities, breaking them free from any pre-prescribed binaries.
I'm not sure where this is all heading. I guess, if anything, I was looking for a miracle. This blog was my attempt at putting a note in a bottle and throwing it in the ocean; hoping that something miraculous would happen.
In their book Allies and Angels: A Memoir of Our Family's Transition, Terri and Vince Cook lay bare their experience and journey of parenting a transgender child. They show us that resolve and steadfast love are what truly define the parental instinct.
It's a sleepy Saturday afternoon in Downey, California, a dull suburb of Los Angeles, where I grew up. I'm 10. The sun rains a shower of light through...
I am still a fan of those in our community who are so punk rock that they have adopted certain loaded words to self-identify. Rock on, darlings! Just remember that there are indeed still prejudices and still impressionable minds who hear and see everything going on.