“Sara Blackwood, 39, Indianapolis, IN, October 11, National Coming Out Day”
Month: April 2021
Pure Slush Lifespan Vol 2
Abecedarian of a Gender Dysphoric Childhood
As soon as I knew anything of myself, I knew that I was a
Boy, despite the ample evidence of clothing and parts to the
Contrary. I had a firm commitment to this identity:
Dressing and—within myself—being like my father at
Every chance. Weekly trips to the grocery store, always a
Family event, I wore the hand-me-down jeans and shirts
Gotten from my older brother: Johnny Tremane! and
Hung my hands from beltless loops by the thumbs.
I was sure about who I was back then, those first ten years.
Just about until puberty, when the messages got amped up, trying to
Kill off that boy part of me with taunts, and threats that I would
Live a lonely life if I remained a tomboy. I didn’t understand what they
Meant. I had plenty of friends. It was as if they thought that
Now, at the age of ten, I was someone different than I had been,
Or maybe it was they who had changed? Anyway, I asked for a home
Perm so I could wear my hair in a flip like the beauty contestant I loved
Quietly and with deep secrecy, a kind of drag I wore
Restlessly that summer before fifth grade. Like all acts, it was
Short-lived, and by middle school, my he was back in secret glory,
Tomboy in navy blue blazer, my shaggy bangs and desert boots
Under the requisite dress-code skirts and jumpers. I remained a
Virgin until twenty, when I gave it that college try with a man
Well into his thirties. After that, I was able to announce I’m no
Xenophobe, let me taste the world’s full offering of bodies
Yin and yang and all the flavors between. I live my own Queer way; a
Zebra: neither black nor white, but the field on which they play.