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The Transgendered and UU

Green Gaia

Veteran Member
I'd like to share a sermon that a transgendered member of my church gave a couple years ago. She died recently. She was a very special person and our congregation is still grieving for her.

I want to share her story and I don't think she'd mind if it helps bring understanding and acceptance to more people. Her story illustrates why it is so important for religious communities, not only UUs, to be accepting and loving towards all people.

My hope is that everyone on RF will read her story, not just us liberals.

Story/sermon to follow.
 

Green Gaia

Veteran Member
“A Square Peg in a Round World”
The Quest for Normalcy, Community, and Spiritual Meaning: One Transsexual’s Story


I would like you to imagine something with me. When you wake up tomorrow,
your body has changed to the opposite gender from what it is now. Now imagine
that this happened to you before you were four years old. You are now going to
live your entire life knowing that you are a woman, but having a man's body (or
vice versa). How would it feel? It would feel very strange. You would feel
awkward, isolated and alone.


From the outside, I was a 27 year-old man, athletic, married to a beautiful woman.
I had a young daughter, two loving brothers, two good parents, 1st year of graduate
school, a solid job that I enjoyed going to everyday, house in the West End, and
numerous close friends… Sounds idyllic for most, but for me, the situation was a
nightmare.


I had only heard of the term “transsexual” six years earlier, and had never even met
one. Since I was a small child, I just felt I was suppose to be female, though my
physical appearance and socialization was ordering me to be something else. My
parents were somewhat typical of the 60’s, a strong father figure, stay-at-home
mom. Two normal brothers, I tormented the older, and the younger tormented me.
Unlike the much out-dated stereotype of the effeminate boy and the doting mother,
my childhood was textbook boy. Football, tennis, swamping for snakes and
turtles, and working on old cars with my father. I did not particularly want to do
things different, I enjoyed the only life I knew, but in my soul, the boy part was just wrong.
I prayed each night to wake a girl, I dreamed of a hidden factory that
somehow transformed my body while I slept. I even squeezed my fat little fingers,
hoping that when I let go, my hands would be more feminine. All of this before I
understood what the differences between males and females were. Of course, given
the conservative social environment of the 1960’s, absolutely no one could learn of
my problem, not even my parents.


I spent my childhood and adolescence believing that I was a freak, a sexual
perversion, and alone in my torment. To say the least, for most of my life, God and
I were not on the best of terms. What a cruel joke. What did I do wrong? God
can’t be this vengeful for no reason. Was I the victim of a drunken bet between
Gods on who could screw up a person the most? “HA!!! Oh yea… watch this”…..
Poof…. I am born.


I fought my feelings for many years, which was difficult, since dressing in
women’s clothes made me feel more “normal.” I dated, loved, and married. I tried
to be the husband and man of the house, while the desire to live as a woman grew
stronger.


My daughter arrived with new responsibilities for me. On one hand, I felt an
obligation to be there as a father and to spare her the shame of explaining to friends
“what” her real father was. She never asked for that… But I was also realizing
that life as a male would have to end, if I wanted to stay alive. In simple terms, I
must do it, or die.


When the time came, I hurt a lot of people…

My decision to embark on the road to outward womanhood and sexual reassignment
surgery ended my marriage subjecting my daughter to a broken home,
devastated my parents, and alienated my brothers. No friend before, was there for
me afterwards.


As an upper-middle class white male, I was a member of one of the safest and
socially accepted demographic groups. Now I am a minority, a social outcast, and
have reason to fear for my life. The National Transgender Advocacy Coalition
recorded 264 hate deaths from 1970 to June of last year, with 2002 being one of
the deadliest. Given the rarity of transsexualism, this number is quite high. Also,
Suicide rates among transsexuals range from 20 to over 50%, depending on where
you get the information.


Exchanging inward turmoil for outward turmoil has always been a fair trade, but
the early days were hard and lonely.


I have been grabbed by drunks to settle a bar bet, kicked out of a store’s dressing
room, gone over to a “friend’s” house only to find they had invited the whole
neighborhood for the chance to see a real transsexual. I’ve been laughed at, yelled
at, stared at, and even tried to each lunch once, while the tables around me sang a
rousing rendition of “I’m a lumberjack.” Even the university where I work has
forced me into private restrooms.


But my feet kept moving….

This is an expression I often use to describe forcing myself to be in public, while
my brain reaches out to grab anything to hold me back.


I did things the hard way, I remained in the same city, I kept the same job,
continued on in the same graduate program, and fought to remain a part of my
daughter’s life. Over the past 18 years since my surgery, wounds have turned to
scars, thickening the skin to better deal with the occasional stare, confidence
replaced awkwardness, and I have learned to concentrate on those
accomplishments that the female self has done, since my public life as a women
begun.


I attained my Master’s degree and later her doctorate
I have maintained a great relationship with her daughter
I made faculty at a major university and has presented at national and
international meetings
I spent time in Japan as the guest of four different medical universities
I learned to scuba dive, snow ski, kayak, and is the obsessive golfer
I have awesome friends.
I found Unitarian Universalism and this loving congregation.
I am happier now.
I have not done half bad….
 

Green Gaia

Veteran Member
(Someone) asked me once, what was the feeling I had when I first attended a
service at this church. Services were held then back at the old elementary school.
Almost breaking into tears, I told him that it was the first time I walked into a
room full of people and no one gave a damn that I might be different. I was treated
like a normal person, greetings were sincere, hugs were full of love, and
friendships honest.

We are an intentionally inclusive congregation that welcomes people of all
religious backgrounds, cultural origins, differing abilities, and sexual orientations.


What a warm, inviting, statement. It was clear from the beginning you are a
special bunch, and to have tolerance as a principle of this faith is a gift.
In preparing for this sermon, my daughter asked me why UU? Aside from personal
and social acceptance, what does Unitarian Universalism offer you spiritually? A
question I actually had to think about for a long while. I am beginning to realize
that I have permission to dine at the great spiritual buffet, to cast aside my certain
damnation and explore other faiths in my search for a meaningful spiritual center.


I am not welcome in the religion of my birth… Though Jesus had no problems
walking among the lepers, most of his followers have not been so open-minded.
Both Christian and Jewish faiths refer to the Old Testament’s Deuteronomy 22.5
which reads “A woman is not to put on the accoutrements of a man; and a man is
not to clothe himself in the cloak of a woman, nor wear a woman's shift; for that is
an abomination”.

From the Mormon teachings of Spencer W. Kimball, "Transsexual operations are
travesty. Do they know better than God what is right and best for them?”


From the Vatican’s Pastoral Constitution: "man may not despise his bodily life.
Rather he is obliged to regard his body as good and to hold it in honor since God
has created it and will raise it up on the last day"


Islam renounces any attempt to “defile” God’s creation. My living as a woman and
having surgery to be more physically female is considered sinful, a religious belief
that evangelist Jerry Fawell likes to preach on.


Great… I am one of the only things both Moslems and Fawell agree on.


O.K., so they think I am a sinner destined to an eternity in hell. But why? I did not
ask to be this way. I’m just doing the best I can with the cards that were dealt me.
I have always tried to be good to people, live an honest life, work hard and be a
good parent.


I felt I had to look outside of my Christian upbringing to find spiritual meaning.
But where to look? Until I found this church, years of indoctrination made it
difficult to free my mind to explore other faiths.


I have always felt the most peace when surrounded by nature. I question the logic
behind assigning special divine status to the one species that harms the other
creatures of the earth. I also believe in evolution, years of biology made it difficult
to accept the argument of the bible, where life began with the Garden of Eden.

A number of years ago, I had a discussion with a devout follower of the Yahweh
faith about following the word of God. Their practices and interpretation of the
Bible seemed so different from my friend who was a devout member of the Church
of Christ. Both literalist, yet so far apart on what God wanted from them. Given
the serious task of earning eternal life, who was right, who was wrong? Both
desperately wanted to follow the word of God, but wouldn’t each modify their
teachings if only one interpretation was correct? What about the Moslems or
Jews? How could they have missed the divine boat? Then there are the Hindus,
Buddhists, Humanists, and Native American earth-based faiths. Again, if there
were only one “big T” Truth, why would other religions choose to worship the way
they do? I always imagined that there was a small village somewhere in Africa
that is actually doing it right, and everyone else was doing it wrong.


Whether it was God, the loving spirit, mother earth, or directed human energy, God
spoke to me once….. Not the Mount Sinai kind of voice, but in my sleep.
Recently divorced and planning to make the transition to living as a female full
time, I was offered a job as laboratory manager in a new facility in San Francisco.
I had not told my current employer or even family my plans to cross over. From
hearing stories from the few transsexuals I had met, I was convinced that I would
lose my child, family, job, and friends.


I saw San Francisco as a fresh start, a liberal, safe environment. I had confided my
plans to the investigator who wanted to hire me, and had his blessing. I notified
my X and parents that I had accepted the job and would be gone the following fall.
Leaving my daughter behind was the most difficult decision I ever had to make. I
just knew the courts would take her away, and that most likely she would grow up
and hate me for years of embarrassment for who or what her real father was. I lost
sleep many a night over the anxiety of abandoning my child. But if I didn’t go, I
most likely would kill myself, trapped in Richmond, watching everything I care
about disappear.


Sometime during the night, I heard a voice as clear as I am talking to you… “You
can’t go, your daughter is here.” I woke as the words rang in my ears. Leaving my
daughter, regardless of the consequences of staying in Richmond, was not an
option. My mind was now at ease, the night sweats gone, and I slept as I had not
slept, for months before.


I changed my plans, and never considered leaving again. How’s that for divine
intervention? For me, this was proof that something greater than myself exists. A
force that was not vengeful, one that would even help an outcast such as myself.
Thanks to religious freedom, the hallmark of Unitarian Universalism, It is OK for
me to explore spiritually beyond the confines of the great churches. To find the
answers, seek the serenity that makes the most sense to me in my life.


I have lately been drawn to what I call non-judgmental spirituality. A combination
of celebrating nature as the living God, and Buddhism, which centers on
development of inner peace. Similar to Aldo Leopold’s notion of a “land ethic,”
I believe in the inter-connectiveness of life on this planet, that we are but one
species among many, and all have the right to exist in peace.


I had the pleasure of attending the Dali Lama’s service in Washington last year. I
have always been impressed with the humbleness of the man. Since he was a child,
he has always maintained that he was but a simple monk, and that Buddhism
was his way, but not the only way. All faiths are welcomed at his table. Contrary to
Jesus who sacrificed life on earth, Bodhisattva Quan Yin turned
down heaven in order to help others attain enlightenment. Quan Yin is known as
the Buddhist Goddess of Compassion. She too has undergone a gender change.
Beginning as an androgynous male figure, sometime around 400AD, Chinese
scholars began to interpret Kwan Yin as a woman figure from their translation of
the Sutra, or Holy Writings. In Tibet and India, she is still seen as an androgynous
male… She has my sympathy.


I am still on my spiritual journey. Like a newborn child, all the world’s faiths are
new and mine to explore…. I’ll let you know when I get there, wherever “there”
is…..


I do not know why I was born transsexual. I do believe that I was put on earth to
make a difference. Either by helping research treatments for the severely brain
injured, as a positive role model for the transgender community, or my work in
improving attitudes about protecting endangered wildlife.


Transsexualism is a hurdle in life, a handicap for sure, but each of us have our wall
to climb. There is no choice but to keep the feet moving, even if our brains try and
get in the way sometimes. I’m luckier than some transsexuals I have known, I’m
going to stay around long enough to see how this life thing turns out.


Blessed be, amen
 

Squirt

Well-Known Member
I've got to hand it to the UU's. They truly are a loving, caring group of people. Christians could learn a lot from them. I enjoyed the story and found it very touching.
 

standing_alone

Well-Known Member
Maize,thanks for sharing this individual's sermon. I couldn't help but cry. It was certainly one of the best things I've read on RF in quite some time. It is sad to see the pain some individuals are put through because of their upbringing and society's own ignorance. At least this person was able to find a place that was welcoming and accepting and found self-acceptance as well. That's really the most you can ask for in life - especially as a member of an ostracized minority group.
 

Davidium

Active Member
Maize,

Amen.

I would love to have met her. Thank you for sharing her sermon.

Yours in Faith,

David
 

evearael

Well-Known Member
That was lovely. Thank you for sharing. I'll have to tell my transgendered friends back in Chesterfield... they may want to visit your church.
 

Green Gaia

Veteran Member
Thank you all. Sharing her story felt the right thing to do. We're having our Flower Communion on May 7th and afterwards we're planting a tree on the grounds in her memory. It will be a bittersweet occasion.
 

Lost Soul

Member
Maize said:
(Someone) asked me once, what was the feeling I had when I first attended a
service at this church. Services were held then back at the old elementary school.
Almost breaking into tears, I told him that it was the first time I walked into a
room full of people and no one gave a damn that I might be different. I was treated
like a normal person, greetings were sincere, hugs were full of love, and
friendships honest.

We are an intentionally inclusive congregation that welcomes people of all
religious backgrounds, cultural origins, differing abilities, and sexual orientations.


What a warm, inviting, statement. It was clear from the beginning you are a
special bunch, and to have tolerance as a principle of this faith is a gift.
In preparing for this sermon, my daughter asked me why UU? Aside from personal
and social acceptance, what does Unitarian Universalism offer you spiritually? A
question I actually had to think about for a long while. I am beginning to realize
that I have permission to dine at the great spiritual buffet, to cast aside my certain
damnation and explore other faiths in my search for a meaningful spiritual center.


I am not welcome in the religion of my birth… Though Jesus had no problems
walking among the lepers, most of his followers have not been so open-minded.
Both Christian and Jewish faiths refer to the Old Testament’s Deuteronomy 22.5
which reads “A woman is not to put on the accoutrements of a man; and a man is
not to clothe himself in the cloak of a woman, nor wear a woman's shift; for that is
an abomination”.

From the Mormon teachings of Spencer W. Kimball, "Transsexual operations are
travesty. Do they know better than God what is right and best for them?”


From the Vatican’s Pastoral Constitution: "man may not despise his bodily life.
Rather he is obliged to regard his body as good and to hold it in honor since God
has created it and will raise it up on the last day"


Islam renounces any attempt to “defile” God’s creation. My living as a woman and
having surgery to be more physically female is considered sinful, a religious belief
that evangelist Jerry Fawell likes to preach on.


Great… I am one of the only things both Moslems and Fawell agree on.


O.K., so they think I am a sinner destined to an eternity in hell. But why? I did not
ask to be this way. I’m just doing the best I can with the cards that were dealt me.
I have always tried to be good to people, live an honest life, work hard and be a
good parent.


I felt I had to look outside of my Christian upbringing to find spiritual meaning.
But where to look? Until I found this church, years of indoctrination made it
difficult to free my mind to explore other faiths.


I have always felt the most peace when surrounded by nature. I question the logic
behind assigning special divine status to the one species that harms the other
creatures of the earth. I also believe in evolution, years of biology made it difficult
to accept the argument of the bible, where life began with the Garden of Eden.

A number of years ago, I had a discussion with a devout follower of the Yahweh
faith about following the word of God. Their practices and interpretation of the
Bible seemed so different from my friend who was a devout member of the Church
of Christ. Both literalist, yet so far apart on what God wanted from them. Given
the serious task of earning eternal life, who was right, who was wrong? Both
desperately wanted to follow the word of God, but wouldn’t each modify their
teachings if only one interpretation was correct? What about the Moslems or
Jews? How could they have missed the divine boat? Then there are the Hindus,
Buddhists, Humanists, and Native American earth-based faiths. Again, if there
were only one “big T” Truth, why would other religions choose to worship the way
they do? I always imagined that there was a small village somewhere in Africa
that is actually doing it right, and everyone else was doing it wrong.


Whether it was God, the loving spirit, mother earth, or directed human energy, God
spoke to me once….. Not the Mount Sinai kind of voice, but in my sleep.
Recently divorced and planning to make the transition to living as a female full
time, I was offered a job as laboratory manager in a new facility in San Francisco.
I had not told my current employer or even family my plans to cross over. From
hearing stories from the few transsexuals I had met, I was convinced that I would
lose my child, family, job, and friends.


I saw San Francisco as a fresh start, a liberal, safe environment. I had confided my
plans to the investigator who wanted to hire me, and had his blessing. I notified
my X and parents that I had accepted the job and would be gone the following fall.
Leaving my daughter behind was the most difficult decision I ever had to make. I
just knew the courts would take her away, and that most likely she would grow up
and hate me for years of embarrassment for who or what her real father was. I lost
sleep many a night over the anxiety of abandoning my child. But if I didn’t go, I
most likely would kill myself, trapped in Richmond, watching everything I care
about disappear.


Sometime during the night, I heard a voice as clear as I am talking to you… “You
can’t go, your daughter is here.” I woke as the words rang in my ears. Leaving my
daughter, regardless of the consequences of staying in Richmond, was not an
option. My mind was now at ease, the night sweats gone, and I slept as I had not
slept, for months before.


I changed my plans, and never considered leaving again. How’s that for divine
intervention? For me, this was proof that something greater than myself exists. A
force that was not vengeful, one that would even help an outcast such as myself.
Thanks to religious freedom, the hallmark of Unitarian Universalism, It is OK for
me to explore spiritually beyond the confines of the great churches. To find the
answers, seek the serenity that makes the most sense to me in my life.


I have lately been drawn to what I call non-judgmental spirituality. A combination
of celebrating nature as the living God, and Buddhism, which centers on
development of inner peace. Similar to Aldo Leopold’s notion of a “land ethic,”
I believe in the inter-connectiveness of life on this planet, that we are but one
species among many, and all have the right to exist in peace.


I had the pleasure of attending the Dali Lama’s service in Washington last year. I
have always been impressed with the humbleness of the man. Since he was a child,
he has always maintained that he was but a simple monk, and that Buddhism
was his way, but not the only way. All faiths are welcomed at his table. Contrary to
Jesus who sacrificed life on earth, Bodhisattva Quan Yin turned
down heaven in order to help others attain enlightenment. Quan Yin is known as
the Buddhist Goddess of Compassion. She too has undergone a gender change.
Beginning as an androgynous male figure, sometime around 400AD, Chinese
scholars began to interpret Kwan Yin as a woman figure from their translation of
the Sutra, or Holy Writings. In Tibet and India, she is still seen as an androgynous
male… She has my sympathy.


I am still on my spiritual journey. Like a newborn child, all the world’s faiths are
new and mine to explore…. I’ll let you know when I get there, wherever “there”
is…..


I do not know why I was born transsexual. I do believe that I was put on earth to
make a difference. Either by helping research treatments for the severely brain
injured, as a positive role model for the transgender community, or my work in
improving attitudes about protecting endangered wildlife.


Transsexualism is a hurdle in life, a handicap for sure, but each of us have our wall
to climb. There is no choice but to keep the feet moving, even if our brains try and
get in the way sometimes. I’m luckier than some transsexuals I have known, I’m
going to stay around long enough to see how this life thing turns out.


Blessed be, amen

A sad story. There but by the grace of God goes I.
 

Green Gaia

Veteran Member
Lost Soul said:
A sad story. There but by the grace of God goes I.
Her sudden death was and still is sad, and she had undeniably sad things happen in her life. But overall, I think what she wanted to share with us was not a sad story but her joy at having overcome those hardships and the happiness of finding a warm and welcoming religious community.
 

spiritually inclined

Active Member
I have much concern for the transgendered community, as I do for any group of people that suffers oppression. I am glad the Unitarian Universalists, unlike many religious communities including much of my own Anglican Communion, provides a place of acceptance for everyone.

I recently finished a book called She's Not There: A Life in Two Genders, by Jenny Boylan. Jenny remained with her wife even after transitioning. It is yet another example, besides this sermon, that a transgendered person can be moral, brave, daring, and intelligent.

I'm so glad the Unitarian Universalists are recognizing that.

James
 
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