I pick up the phone and dial the researcher’s office number. His assistant answers. He’ll pass on my request for information. A couple of hours pass and my telephone rings. “Hello, is that Beth?” asks the caller. ‘Beth?’ I think. Then I realise what’s happening.
My transgender life: ‘Social transition is scarier than jabbing a needle in your thigh every fortnight’
The weirdest aspect of being in the early stages of transitioning from female to male is the unavoidably public “social transition”. I never had to come to terms with how I felt since I’d always felt trans. What scared me was telling everyone else.
How on earth do I start this? I wanted to write a blog about being a twenty-something, well-traveled graduate trying to start a life in London. I’m getting by on minimum wage shifts until I’ve squeezed in enough internships to beat the classic ‘you haven’t got the experience/how can I gain experience without an opportunity to gain experience?’ paradox. I also happen to be transgender. There, that got your attention.
In the uber-macho and hetero-centric world of urban music, particularly in hip-hop, coming out as gay or bisexual isn’t exactly an everyday occurrence. So Frank Ocean’s decision to publish a heartfelt open letter on his Tumblr site this week revealing that his first love was in fact a man has significant implications.
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