I recently took a trip to visit my family. It was the first time I’d seen them since beginning gender transition one year earlier. The previous visit was miserable for me. I was going through an intense period of life trying to figure out how to deal with my gender dissonance, and I wasn’t able to share the experience, or call on them for support. At that time, I felt an acute sense of disconnection. There was a perceivable chasm in our relationship, which was extremely difficult and painful for me.
Today is the Transgender Day of Remembrance. It’s the annual day of gathering for and remembrance of the transgender people who had their lives taken from them during the past year, and from all of us, by hate and intolerance. Often times, they suffered death in the most inhumane, vicious, and brutal ways imaginable. Transgender people are disproportionately affected by this type of aggression, and trans women of color are the most likely to be targeted for violence because of the compounded elements wrought by transphobia and racism.
In a synchronistic twist to the inception of this blog, as I added finishing touches to this site early this morning, I realized that today marks the anniversary of my introduction to the concept of Fierce Vulnerability. Two years ago today, on 11/11/11, I embarked on journey that would have profound consequences for me and my life.