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07/29/2015 02:38 pm ET Updated Dec 06, 2017

Separate But Equal: Transgender Disclosure

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It feels like being transgender went from pariah status to a red carpet must-have characteristic in one year flat.

Everything appears to be bananas -- the media has turned a spotlight on transgender men and women and genderqueer people, the White House has gender-neutral bathroom facilities, and acceptance is in the air.

But are people inhaling? And, if so, is there a process of conversion after tolerance hits the bloodstream and reaches the heart?

I wish I had a nickel for every man I've met who would not date a transgender girl.

Early on in my transition, there was the Indian Finance Guy, followed some time later by Another Indian Finance Guy, and then there was the Pakistani Finance Guy -- with a few others in between. The list is a succession in which the prospect of disappointment drove me to stop counting.

Each tale of romance had its own ending, except that the heart of the matter always remained the same: being transgender made me different from other women in the eyes of men.

And in their hearts and minds?

We never got that far.

What I do not comprehend is the prevalence of men in my life otherwise. I am very close with my brother and my father; and a number, if not most, of my friends are male -- as are nearly all of my mentors in the legal profession, which is my vocation. I've fallen in love three times since my sex change surgery a decade ago, and each guy saw beyond gender to affection. On top of it all, from what I see, society changes for the better every day.

But I also know the feeling I had upon asking one of my best friends for decades whether he would consider a relationship with someone who's transgender. When I saw the look in his eyes, I added, "Don't answer that question."

What staggers the heart is that a prejudice of this magnitude is so prevalent, and that, not only is it accepted as inherent, it is overlooked as a prejudice altogether.

Shortly after Caitlyn Jenner appeared on the cover of Vanity Fair, a friend of mine posted on Facebook that "members of the opposite sex who were once members of the same sex" need to disclose their past to "avoid significant unnecessary phone calls to 911 and novellas."

Several commenters on the post agreed -- LOL! -- but I called my friend on what lay underneath: the belief that the past of someone like me changes things; that withholding this aspect of history may be considered "reckless;" and that, in essence, transsexual women are not women so far as sexuality is concerned.

Still, there is hope. It's just hidden near the back of the closet -- perhaps the one in the bedroom.

What is it about making love with another person that can dispel preconception? Is it the vulnerability of being naked that provides a conduit for communion with another? The finding out that a body so different responds so much as one's own? Or just the sensation of touch?

"(i do not know what it is about you," the poet e.e. cummings wrote, "that closes/and opens; only something in me understands/the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)/nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands."

Before reading my new book, a regular woman helping with media for it did not even know that I have a vagina, a clitoris, labia majora and labia minora, and that I can have orgasms. Another regular woman I met through work pulled me aside at a party after coming across a blog post of mine that mentioned the subject, and asked me about how to cum vaginally.

People who stick around long enough to ask questions can enjoy the surprise of exploration. If only they had an idea beforehand, so that our dance together could cut to the chase.

Intimacy remains on the horizon. The separate but equal principle that reigns over affairs of the heart in transgender breasts may rise to embracement of the soul, yet not of the flesh.

Society says, "I accept transgender people -- I just wouldn't date one. Would you?"

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