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When We Were Young

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When We Were Young

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NOTABLE TRANS PERSONALITIES TAKE A LOOK BACK

KATZ spoken word performer, Athens Boys Choir

I had yet to finish kindergarten and was in my dad's old Pontiac hatchback listening to NPR when the story came on. It was about a woman who sold a very rare, very valuable violin for her sex-change operation. After that, I was obsessed. Nobody's identities were safe. My teachers became transsexuals, our kosher butcher had a vagina under that apron for sure, and my dog was a little man who had undergone a variation of the surgery. Since my own sex change there have been many firsts for me, and I'm sure I have been the first for many in my small Southern city. About a year ago I stood naked in the mirror and for the first time did not recognize the person staring back.

BUCK ANGEL porn actor, AVN Transsexual Performer of the Year

In the early 1990s, I went to see Monika Treut's film Female Misbehavior. An FTM guy was featured in the documentary, and it hit me like a ton of bricks. My life as a female had become agonizing and intolerable by then, but after seeing the movie I knew it was about to change forever and I started my transition shortly afterward. Now I don't really think of myself as an "FTM" or "trans" or even as "transsexual," because I have completed my transition. Granted, I'm a "Man With a Pussy"-but a man, nonetheless.

SCOTT TURNER SCHOFIELD performer author, Two Truths and a Lie

When you learn how to dance like a debutante, you learn how to move in a box of a man's arms. I learned to dance on the feet of my fathers, tapping out the rhythms on the tops of their shoes. When I learned to dance on the feet of my fathers, I didn't think of it as following: I was learning how to lead. I learned a different kind of dance years later in the darkness of a dyke bar, grooving to a beat I liked better but still didn't feel was quite my own. Then I hit the ground. While the traffic of straight and gay moved around me on different days, in different directions, I stepped out of the two-step grooves, treading on toes and bumping shoulders as I made my own way, learning to dance all on my own, learning that a dance could be my own. …

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