October 2011, Cover Stories, Transgendered Life Focus
A Straight Woman’s Transgender Story……
The silhouette is not an accident. The names and faces have been changed but the story is true, and ongoing. "Fanny" will continue to share the story of her life caring for her transgendered mother-in-law and how the lives of her family have changed. Equally important, she will tell as much as possible about how the life of "Ann" has been affected. What we all have a chance to learn is something about what real life is like for at least one transgendered individual.
by "Fanny Arnstein"
My sister and I have always joked that the other would have to care for the parents, when the time came for elder-care. As I am the black sheep and not exactly viewed by them as favored by any stretch of the imagination, it has always been clear that she would assume that responsibility.
The topic of my husband’s family, however, is vastly different, and because we are the caregivers and nurturers of his side of the family, the responsibility for at least one of his parents falls to us.
When I met my husband a number of years ago (too many to be exact), he was eager to introduce me to “Mom’s side” of the family. I met them all. Siblings, aunts and uncles, even his beloved Grammy. He was very tight-lipped about "Dad’s side."
I wanted to be sure in the early days of our courtship that we were aligned on the values and principles of life, and accordingly, I put him to a few tests. Among the first was the acceptance test. Tolerance was a deciding factor, so being from San Francisco and thrilled by the opportunity, I took him to a transgender bar. Asia SF was well reputed for gorgeous transgender starlets and amazing food. Not realizing, of course, that I was exposing him to the world I found so normal and fun, he had a heck of a time wrapping his head around the idea that the headliner, “Jasmine,” was a transgender, as she cooed to him to the tune of Madonna’s “Like a Virgin” in her provocative and skimpy wedding dress and promised abundant and firm cleavage that, quite honestly, gave me a run for my money. Later that evening, while we talked of the fun we had had, he blurted out, “My father is transgender.” I remember smacking him in the arm hard, telling him that it wasn’t funny to make a joke, and then I watched all the color drain from his face, and he cast his eyes downward in what I perceived at the time as shame. Barely audibly, he whispered, “No joke.”
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Comments(3):
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This had me on the verge of tears...
Saturday, October 01, 2011 Marti
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Courage
Monday, October 03, 2011 Joe
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Marti.....
Monday, October 03, 2011 fanny

