NAME CHANGE

As some of you may have assumed by now, I have finally had my legal name changed! No, it’s not Huck, as that is just my internet identity. No, I won’t tell you what my birth name was, nor what I changed my name to.

The worst part about the name change process was the cost and having to wait so long. When I showed up for my court date in January, the court clerk attempted to reschedule me again. However, I begged with her and told her that I had taken off work in order to come get this done and was tired of waiting (it had been nearly six months since I filed!). She agreed to let me see the judge. The judge was in the middle of some criminal proceedings, so I had to stand in the court room, in front of a jury, and be sworn into truth. Once it was determined that I was under oath, the judge asked me why I am changing my name. When I said “common usage”, she asked me to explain further, and I simply stated “This is the name I use in my personal and professional life and I would like my documents to reflect that”. She asked me to state that I am not doing this in an attempt to defraud anyone, and once I agreed to that, she signed the documents and sent them with the court clerk to be filed. I was then escorted by the court clerk down to the cashier, where I paid for my certified copies and then left.

I bought eight certified copies, which was a bit too much in retrospect, as most places just want to see the document, not keep it. That day I immediately changed my driver’s license and my social security card. In the next few days I changed my title to my car, all of my bank and credit card documents. I still need to go back and change all of my school documents, but I just haven’t had the time and it’s not a priority at the moment. Dually, I am not going to change my birth certificate until I am able to change the sex on my birth certificate, so I am able to do it all at once (I was born in Hawaii, so the distance is really the issue with this).

I also just got one of the first letters for changing over my passport from the clinic here in Atlanta. Once I have the extra cash, I’m going to do that, so I can finally travel in (somewhat) peace!

FAMILY

My family has really come a long way. My mother has made huge leaps and bounds in accepting me, and even told me that she envision a day where she’ll be able to call me by my chosen name. I am so incredibly happy and lucky to have such and amazing family.

SURGERY

I am very lucky to have recently landed a full-time job with a national LGBT non-profit organization. As part of my benefits, I get excellent health care coverage with CIGNA, who fully covers any and all transgender related surgeries!! However, since I have been without health insurance for over 6 months, I have to wait a full year before they will cover it (since transition related medical care is considered part of the “pre-existing conditions” clause for coverage).

So sometime next summer I’ll be having chest surgery!

I’ll be updating more, but for now, I need to do a major site overhaul. In particular, the resources section is going to be updated as I stumbled upon even more resources to share. Thanks for reading!

New Policy on Gender Change in Passports Announced

Office of the Spokesman
Washington, DC
June 9, 2010

The U.S. Department of State is pleased to use the occasion of Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender Pride Month to announce its new policy guidelines regarding gender change in passports and Consular Reports of Birth Abroad.

Beginning June 10, when a passport applicant presents a certification from an attending medical physician that the applicant has undergone appropriate clinical treatment for gender transition, the passport will reflect the new gender. The guidelines include detailed information about what information the certification must include. It is also possible to obtain a limited-validity passport if the physician’s statement shows the applicant is in the process of gender transition. No additional medical records are required. Sexual reassignment surgery is no longer a prerequisite for passport issuance. A Consular Report of Birth Abroad can also be amended with the new gender.

As with all passport applicants, passport issuing officers at embassies and consulates abroad and domestic passport agencies and centers will only ask appropriate questions to obtain information necessary to determine citizenship and identity.

The new policy and procedures are based on standards and recommendations of the World Professional Association for Transgender Health (WPATH), recognized by the American Medical Association as the authority in this field.

I contacted the Passport Help Line to get more information on what the guidelines are (which I can’t seem to find on the internet). The help desk person told me that since the press release was just made, it’s likely that he’s not updated on the information yet, but what he can tell us now is that you need to have documents to prove citizenship, a name change, your passport photograph needs to reflect your gender you are changing it to, and a letter from a physician detailing that you have undergone some kind of treatment. As regards to “detailing treatment” he was unable to elaborate and says perhaps that information will be available in the next week or two online.

UPDATE: This information is now available online at: State Dept. document on gender change now available: http://ow.ly/1WQry (It’s a PDF document that you can choose to download or view).

Thanks again for those who are still following/subscribing.

- Huck

This Thanksgiving I drove to my Uncle Pat and Aunt Joann’s house near Charlotte. My immediate family (mom, dad, brother, and sister) drove up from south Georgia and met me there, along with Pat’s kids (and thus some of my cousins) Andy, Kerry Ann, and Erin. This trip was the first time in six months that I have seen my immediate family and the first time in two years that I have seen portions of my extended family. I only got work off for Tuesday through Friday (Thursday being Thanksgiving Day) and my immediate family was planning on arriving sometime on Wednesday. After a few days of thought, I decided it would likely be better for me to arrive before my immediate family would get there because I knew Erin was supportive of me, and it would help me chill out a bit to be around a supportive family member.

Erin gets it, and it amazing. She’s finishing up her B.A. and took a course on transgender identities. When I got there Tuesday afternoon she showed me some of the readings for her course, and we talked a bit about things related to my trans-ness sporadically throughout the day. It was wonderful to be around her and see her willingness to be open minded. My cousin Andy treated like nothing was different, and avoided name and pronouns most of the visit (though he called me by my chosen name once on Tuesday). Kerry Ann didn’t show up until Wednesday, so I’ll talk about her when I talk about my immediate family arriving.

What I wasn’t expecting from Tuesday was for my Uncle Pat, and Aunt Joann to be so outwardly supportive too. Upon my arrival, everyone (Uncle Pat, Aunt Joann, and Erin were the only ones at the house) addressed me by my chosen name and made an effort to call me “he” (though I realize pronoun switching is the hardest portion of all of this for some people). My Uncle Pat seemed uncomfortable with the pronouns and tried to avoid them all together, but did address me by my chosen name, which made a huge difference, and seemed to become less awkward sounding as the day went on. I was very surprised by my Aunt Joann, because we had never had a conversation where I came out to her directly because I didn’t have her contact information, and honestly, I kind of forgot to hunt it down. Apparently Erin relayed the news, and helped Aunt Joann understand enough that she was beyond the basics. As soon as I got there she gave me the biggest hug and kiss on the cheek and told me, “I am SO glad you came!”. Throughout the entire weekend she called me by my chosen name and correct pronoun (even in front of my parents when they were calling me by my birth name and assigned sex). Tuesday night, Erin, Joann, and I all got tipsy off some excellent wine, and on the couch, Joann began to ask me questions. I could tell she felt uncomfortable initially, but I was so relieved that she was trying to talk to me about it all that I happily answered her questions and started talking about my experiences.

Aunt Joann: So… your girlfriend.. I mean, does she know?
Me: Yeah, she knows. It’s great.
Aunt Joann: So she’s cool with it all?
Me: Absolutely!
Aunt Joann: Is she gay?
Me: No, not really. She’s bisexual, and has dated a transman before.
Aunt Joann: Wow… that’s so cool. *Deep thought, seemed shocked that someone could be that supportive of my identity*
Me: Yeah, to her, I’m just another guy.

Then we talked about how I was very nervous about my parents coming, and how I haven’t seen them in such a long time. She told me “Don’t worry, you are always welcome here, and we love you”. Which almost made me cry, I was so happy to hear someone say that to me.

Wednesday rolls around, and my immediate family shows up around three. My cousin Erin goes outside to greet them, and I stay inside nervously with Andy. I felt like I was about to puke. They lugg all their stuff in put it down, and everyone gives me a hug and then moves on. I don’t think my parents realized it, but it took them until the night to be able to even look me in the eyes. They were probably as nervous as I was, but it still really hurt. My brother and sister acted like nothing had changed and pretty indifferent to me all around which I figured would happen, but which also hurt. It seemed as if they didn’t even care that I was there (which I really hope is not actually true). Kerry Ann and her boyfriend showed up at night and they too called me by my birthname and “she”, but they put a huge effort into avoiding it. And at one point, when I was looking at the pies they brought, Kerry Ann put her arm around me and gave me a hug and told me, “I’m sorry I keep calling you [birthname]. It just keeps coming out. I promise I’m trying,”, which was another tear-jerker moment for me. I told her “No,no,no please don’t worry. You saying that makes a world of a difference and I understand it can be hard,”. That one comment from her made my night.

So Wednesday through Friday morning it was nothing but “she”, “she”, “she” and my birth name with my immediate family, which I pretty much expected. My brother and sister at least tried to avoid it at first, but that didn’t last for too long. What I wasn’t expecting was the sever effect it would have on me. By Friday morning I was feeling severely depressed, and by the time I was driving away in my car, I couldn’t keep thoughts of suicide out of my head. Hearing “she” just felt so soul achingly wrong that I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t do so because I knew it wouldn’t help. I know other trans people can relate to this. It’s the “I know you say you’re a man, but REALLY you’re a girl and you’ll ALWAYS be a girl, fyi” feeling. Makes me sick to my stomach.

When I left on Friday, everyone gave me hugs and said their I love you’s, but when Aunt Joann gave me a hug (which she ended up doing three or four times) she said “You are ALWAYS welcome here. Always. We will always love you, [chosen name], and I am so glad you decided to come,”. It’s wonderful having people in my family that are that supportive of me because it means I know I’ll have people who will come to my wedding (whenever I end up getting married in the future), and who will be there for me emotionally.

In the car, I couldn’t stop my thoughts from spiraling out of control out of my head. It took me 200 miles to figure out that the reason why I felt so upset.. It was that my parents (mother particularly, because my dad and I don’t know how to to talk to each other) tell me they are trying to understand it, and that it’s hard for them, and whatnot, but then when they see me, there’s no visible inkling of trying, no conversation about my trans-ness at all (not even a fight), no admittance that this is hard for the both of us, simply nothing. The silence is what got to me. I didn’t expect love from them, but I did expect to them to say something (to me), not just pretend like there was a pink elephant in the room that no one knew about (because remember, this whole time, my Aunt is consistently saying my chosen name and correct pronoun). That was like a cold slap in the face. And I am pretty sure my parents thought they were doing the right thing by pretending like I was their unchanged daughter. I would have rather had a fight because at least then we would have been talking, and admitting our feelings.

Because of the pain that caused me emotionally — the silence and hearing “she” and my birth name almost consistently (and sometimes it seemed even overdone) — I have little desire to visit home alone. If it weren’t for my supportive family members, this visit would have been a wreck, and I would never want to see anyone again. However, I love my family, and I am willing to keep trying with my parents, but I have to protect myself too. I can’t fake the fact that the way my parents treated me this weekend hurt. All I can do is hope that it improves with time. For my own sake, I’m just going to have to heavily space out my visits for now (unless my allies are there), and that makes me really sad.

I wish it didn’t have to be like this.

It’s now 5 am, and I can’t stop crying. I think it’s time for bed. Thank you everyone out there who reads this. My heart goes out to other trans folk who had trying family visits. And no one will ever know how much Erin, Andy, Kerry Ann, Uncle Pat and Aunt Joann’s actions and kind words this weekend truely made a difference in my life. Thank you.

((And now I’ll probably stay up all night fretting about what my parents are going to think when they read this….))

Update:: I am deprived of sleep, but feel much more emotional stable and better. Writing has helped, and I don’t plan on making any rash decisions, but I still am not too keen on the idea of visiting home alone anytime soon.

Anyways! It was the 9 month mark on November 13th, 2009. Some minor changes have taken place, but it seems like things are slowing down. The two changes in the last month have been a thickening of body hair (and random darkening of facial hairs – yes, individual hairs) and growth of muscle mass, probably due to the fact that I do heavy lifting pretty much every day at work.

That’s it! Boring update, I know. So here’s two pictures!

This picture is from North Georgia when I went apple picking with my girlfriend.

I am making a ridiculous face here, but you can slightly see (in the left part of my face) the inklings of a dirt-satsh (aka- a very thin, dark hair line of where a mustache will eventually grow).

TDOR is an annual event that memorializes those who died due to transgender related hatred or prejudice. This year, 143 people were murdered all over the world for being themselves (and these are only the murders that were reported as such). The International Transgender Day of Remembrance website lists the names, locations, date of death, and other information for those who passed away each year due to transgender related bias .

One listing from their website reads (warning, graphic):

Jorge Steven Lopez Mercado
Location: Cayey, Peurto Rico
Cause of Death: decapitated
Date of Death: November 14, 2009
Jorge was found on the site of an isolated road in the city of Cayey, he was partially burned, decapitated, and dismembered, both arms, both legs, and the torso.
Jorge was 19 years old.
Sources: http://www.365gay.com/news/murder-suspect-thought-puerto-rico-gay-teen-was-a-woman/

http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/2397832/hate_crime_gay_puerto_rican_teen_george.html

http://www.towleroad.com/2009/11/gay-puerto-rican-teen-decapitated-dismembered-and-burned.html

http://www.towleroad.com/2009/11/man-arrested-in-horrific-murder-of-puerto-rican-gay-teen.html

-TDOR.org

It has been really important to me in the past two years of being out to attend/participate in TDOR events. At my university last year, I was responsible for organizing the TDOR demonstration that was held on campus. This year, I attended the TDOR event in Atlanta, GA.

The event this year was two part, one indoor version with people speaking (very conference style), and the other was an outdoor candlelight vigil on the state capitol steps while each name was read aloud followed by the single chime of a bell.

This is a picture of me and my girlfriend at the Atlanta TDOR service.

It was a good service, but TDOR always gets me down. It’s like going to a funeral (and that particular day it was my second one). Not to mention I have some criticisms (surprise, surprise). For instance, NOTHING was said about how an overwhelming majority of the names called out were 1) trans women, 2) people of color, 3) from Central and South America. WTF. There was some serious white privilege going on at this event (or plain ignorance).

Dually, I was annoyed at the first portion of the event (the conference style) that failed to call to action change encompassing an intersection of oppressions – racism, classism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, abelism, ect – and instead took way too much time honoring and recognizing the multitude of politicians and faith leaders in the audience.

There was just too much that went unsaid and too much that needed to be said again. Our community faces this kind of violence as a whole, but as a COMMUNITY, we must also recognize that we all face this violence differently. Does being white protect me from transphobia? Maybe, maybe not. But it is my duty as a trans person and an ally to people of color to at least acknowledge (I would hope do more than just that) that the death statistics are overwhelmingly trans women who are people of color and who live in what our nation calls “third world countries” (fuck that phrase) and who likely are working class or sex workers (or may not have a job at all).

So listen close my trans friends and allies. Recognize the stats, and fucking call them out. Stop being an ally only to the trans portion of people’s identities, but start being an ally to the entire person.