It's been over a week since the release of your new single, "Mister Sister," and the publication of my open letter to you regarding the disappointment and pain that it caused me, a longtime fan, and many in the trans community. What initially began as a few sparks flying about your single has officially turned into a conflagration.
"So Shtine, what's the latest with the book? Any updates?" That was my cue. Calla and Ava knew their "Uncle Shtiny" had quit his job in advertising to write a book but were very curious what it was about. The question was, at ages 11 and 9, were they old enough to know?
When you are tempted to say things like "Ugh, (insert Southern state here) is a terrible state and I am never living there," I am asking you to just pause, and remember that there are LGBT people who live in that state and love that state.
When Charlie Poulson began his gender transition in college, his transition was followed with great interest by the people in small-town Ames, Iowa. Everyone knew he was transgender. But then he went on a trip to Rome.
As a young gay man in conservative southern Indiana, I had lots of reasons to argue that LGBTQ scholarships were indeed very necessary. I dreamed of going to college in NYC where I could express myself freely. However, with my mom's very low income the idea of affording college in NY seemed an impossible dream.
I was there in my best teenage boy attire: Baggy jeans, chest binder, crew neck T-shirt, chucks, and no makeup. I knew that I still didn't pass completely from across an audition room, but I walked up to the table, and flashed my equity card.
I've been asked to write about my own journey as a gay woman who is an out-and-proud trans ally, and I feel not brave but kind of useless. Let me explain.
Despite huge strides in the media's depiction of trans folk, in real life many still struggle against less than optimal social and financial odds.
For my graduate research I interviewed "Bernie" and other lesbians about their lives in the 1940s, '50s, and '60s. Their stories have haunted me since. These stories, and the experiences of gay men, bisexuals, and transgender people told to me by friends and friends of friends, are woven throughout my first novel, Blackmail, My Love.
I first met Cleopatra Kambugu in June 2012 and was fascinated by her determination to be the first Ugandan transgender woman accepted for her true gender identity. Despite the hate and violent history in her country, she wanted to humanize trans people.
As mayor, Mr. Park halted the enactment of Seoul's Charter of Human Rights for the city's upcoming observance of Human Rights Day. Why? The Charter included a provision stating support for non-discrimination on the basis of sexual orientation and gender identity.
I don't speak for all trans people; I appreciate the sentiment, but it's not for you to write a trans anthem because you haven't lived a trans existence. Trans lives are still very much misunderstood by mainstream culture.
I'm not the type of person who likes to keep secrets. I grew up in a house where secrets floated in the air at all times, and I never liked to keep track of who knew what. But when I realized at the age of sixteen that I was a lesbian, I suddenly had my own secret to keep track of.
I think that before 2009 few people around the world knew what the Ugandan people are like, with little media attention to the country following a bru...
Today I'd like to discuss one of the first two post-Macy cases being brought by the EEOC, a case that highlights the conflict surrounding the transgender condition brilliantly. It shows us the state of mind of those Americans who either are profoundly ignorant of science or detest those who don't fit into their limited conceptions of sexuality.
If my purpose is to create change, to help bring about the end of legalized discrimination against LGBT people, my actions should be such that they are effective at bringing about that change.