What’s there to riot about?
Another excerpt from the No Gender Left Behind script. Posted because today I’m feeling down, and this was written when I wasn’t.
There was about a ten year gap between when I first came out to my parents as a teenager and when I started living full-time as Rebecca in my early twenties. When I came out to my parents, said those terrifying words, “I think I want to be a girl,” they didn’t reject me. My mom said, “We’ll love you no matter what.” My dad, “We’ll love you whatever you are, as long as you’re not a Republican.”But having their love didn’t mean they understood. During those ten years between coming out and really transitioning, I asked my parents – I asked just about everyone in my life, really – to rethink how gender works. To join me in saying gender isn’t simply what the doctor cries out at the birth of a child: “It’s a boy!” or “It’s a girl!”
And, to be honest, I’ve had to rethink gender myself. It was a leap to go from “I want to be a girl” or “I wish I were a girl” to “I can be a girl” and, eventually, “I am a girl.” Putting all this gender stuff together has been tough for me, too, even though sometimes I pretend it’s not.


