You Can’t Feel Like a Girl: An Essay by Jamie Shupe

There’s No Such Thing as Feeling Like a Girl or Boy

 

Jamie Shupe made history when they become the first legally non-binary person in the United States. In this post, Jamie shares their story of creating an extensive web-based archive of media stories on trans issues. The research Jamie conducted for this archive contributed to them desisting from identifying as a transwoman and coming to feel strongly that transitioning children and young people is wrong.

 

This website is very grateful for Jamie sharing their story. The opinions expressed in the story are theirs. The bloggers at this website agree with Jamie that we ought to be offering children alternative, safe, healthy ways of expressing gender variance. Creating a culturally-sanctioned way to do this without resorting to medical intervention is one way to make room for this, as Jamie has done. Unfortunately, there appears to be a trend toward medicalization of non-binary identities, which we do not support.

 

As the first person in the United States to have their sex legally declared as non-binary by an Oregon court last year, I’ve had a lot of media coverage for that accomplishment. But what’s been essentially missing from that coverage has been the potential implications that my court ruling can have on the future of transgender children. I had high hopes that I would be able to use the platform that my court victory has brought me to effect real change for these kids. That’s what they need, societal change. They don’t need surgical procedures. They don’t need cross-sex hormones. And they certainly don’t need to be sterilized because of their gender nonconformities. These trans and gender nonconforming kids most need to be able to safely and successfully express their gender and uniqueness. That’s what I needed as a child and what I still need as a 53-year-old adult.

My ultimate hope is that because of what I’ve done to the gender binary and how we see it in the future, this massive shift in thinking that I’ve helped to unleash is going to put the unsavory people that have been cutting on or sterilizing these children out of business. If we properly enact social change, the need for their medicalized services will all but cease to exist. In reality however, these charlatans deserve to be fired at best and jailed at worst. Security literally needs to show up with a box, watch as they empty out their desks, and escort them out of the buildings that are our major medical centers here in America.

But sadly, my hopes for massive change in the way we have been treating these trans kids have been dashed. Despite having had numerous open and frank discussions about transgender children with plenty of journalists to date, my concerns heard about  sterilization and misguided medical practices being carried out on these trans kids haven’t been heard. By the time these articles make it into print, the views that I have expressed for a better, different, and less medicalized future for these youth are all conspicuously absent. I want my narrative corrected. I want my views heard.

After all of these repeated incidents of essentially being silenced, I’ve come to the realization that I’ve been no-platformed from speaking on the subject of transgender kids. And this is despite having a vast amount of knowledge to share. Knowledge that’s been previously and formally recognized.

I do however understand that my dilemma of being silenced is rather common nowadays. In fact, it has become rather routine, even at formerly great institutions like Berkeley.

This is undoubtedly because my views about transgenderism and the medical practices being employed on transgender children run contrary to the media’s desired narrative on these subjects. Most media outlets have become entrenched in either affirming gender and medicalizing transgenderism, or labeling it as illness. Infomercials for surgical clinics get passed off as news in this twisted new world of ours.

 

“And I still don’t get the cutting, and I’m a little bothered by it. It doesn’t seem like the kind of thing a happy person does. But what do I know. Maybe I should try it.”

 

Common sense would dictate that someone like me would make a good role model for trans kids. I’m a decorated army retiree that survived “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” in a dress, as a male. I survived having a mother who used to slap me and call me a sissy for being girly. I’ve never tried to commit suicide. I don’t have any scars on my arms from cutting on myself. I’ve never stood in the bathroom with a pair of nail clippers trying to make my parents think I was going cut my penis off to get what I wanted.

But instead of me, the surgery queens get the job of role model. The surgery queens aren’t proper role models for these trans children. They’re what they get to see at the circus. The surgery queens are the advertisements for the Porsche driving surgeons that are cutting penises off.

I reside in the camp that labels all of this nuttiness as craziness and loudly call it that, instead of passing it off as liberal medicine. But that doesn’t make me a conservative any more than hormones made me a woman. I’m otherwise still very much a bleeding-heart liberal, which leaves me in a rather awkward space. I don’t have a platform to stand on.

But for the record: I’m flat-out against sterilizing trans kids for the purposes of stopping discrimination or making them more cosmetically appealing in a sex classification that’s false. It’s legal fiction. It’s medical fiction. And it hasn’t helped them. It didn’t help me. They are just younger versions of me.

So even though I’m not any sort of professional writer (I actually struggle with the task to be honest), because I’ve been no-platformed and silenced on the issue of transgender children, I’m now going to write and share my views, share what I’ve learned, and share some of what I’ve observed myself. I refuse to be silenced. And this issue is far too important for me as a transgender person myself to stand by and witness the harm that’s being done to my very own people. I want my fame used to drain the swamp outside the gender clinics.

When I make the claim of having considerable knowledge on the subject of transgender kids and transgender people in general, I base that statement on several things. I am a transgender person that has suffered my entire life from gender dysphoria. I actually legally transitioned from male to female and lived as a female (whatever that means) for three and a half years. I have been treated with HRT (Hormone Replacement Therapy) for over four years. I’ve been injected, with the same GnHR drugs being used on these trans kids for six months.

In fact, I still take HRT. At this point I’m in it for the experiment to see if it actually ever does make any noticeable changes for me. To date, very little has happened and I’ve suffered a lot of health complications and lifestyle challenges as side-effects of the treatment. I took naked photos before I started back in 2013. I hope I live long enough to take more pictures for my 2023 anniversary. I’m going to take more photos and show off the non-existent changes for everyone. I may even post them on the Internet. All I’ve got to date is two widely spaced little breasts and a dude’s body. That’s where I’m at four years later in this madness. The rest of me is still intact.

Based on my negative experiences with these hormones and anti-androgen medications, I’m of the opinion that we really need to consider the problems with these drugs before we set these transgender kids up for a lifetime of dependence on them. Because of the health effects and the treatment outcomes I’ve experienced, I’ve concluded that these children are better served by working to change society’s rigid gender norms rather than medically changing these kids to fit in. The kids are being medically “normalized.” But who gets to decide what’s normal?

Large numbers of children are now rejecting their birth sex. We need to ask why this is happening. I believe I know the answer to that question, because I have felt the same pressures that these kids have. My age doesn’t make me any different than them. I share their common problems because I am also a gender variant.

This is a difficult thing to admit because of the ridiculousness of it, but I legally transitioned from male-to-female because I lacked permission in this society to be a feminine male. But I also didn’t want to be a male because there’s not much about what it means to be a male that I have any desire to claim as my own. I don’t want to dress like an Amish guy to be accepted. I want to look like George Washington in some stockings and a powdered wig. I think I’m as unique as my DNA and demand to have that uniqueness recognized. You’d use it to recognize me if I committed a crime. I don’t and won’t agree to lumping me in with every other male. I think it’s as ridiculous as calling a Chihuahua and a Great Dane the same thing.

The tragedy is that I had to become a female to be allowed to be feminine. Changing my sex was my license to do that. I’ve struggled to cope in this world as a gender variant adult: how do we expect them to cope as children?

You might find this startling confession about why I transitioned tough to swallow, but the fact is I could have been put out of the military and denied retirement pay for all the years I served simply for the offense of wearing women’s clothing. That’s how far down the rabbit hole this nation is in regards to rigid gender norms and sex stereotypes. Potentially or actually losing your career and getting some sort of negative discharge from the military for wearing women’s clothing while being labeled as a male is a pretty stiff penalty in relation to the offense. And it gave me a lot of mental trauma from which I still suffer. The military shrinks described me as having “psychic toughness,” but still no role-model job for me because I won’t cut my penis off.

Admitting my weaknesses, critically analyzing myself and my past behavior as a transgender person is a tough thing to do, but I’m willing to do just that if it can help any of these trans kids or give an insight so that they can hopefully have a better life than I have. Mine hasn’t been very great. I’ve got the mental scars to prove it. They aren’t from wounds I gave myself.

But one thing should be very clear in all of this: I’m not any more or any less authentic than any other trans person. I say that because I fully expect those accusations to come my way as a result of writing this. All of us began life as unremarkable males or females. The problem is what society has done to us along the way, because of who we are. The scientific answers are still in dispute. Which is why it’s way too early in the discovery period to have the scalpels out and to be performing genital lobotomies.

The next thing I have to confess to is that I put the cart before the horse in transitioning. I quickly transitioned from male to female before I even gave myself a chance to understand why I felt the things I did. I was convinced that I actually felt like a girl. I’ve spent most of my life secretly believing that. I really believed that I felt like a girl. And I further believed that this made me a female. As someone who by any measure is quite intelligent, this is a hard thing to admit, but it’s true.

It wasn’t until after I transitioned that I settled down and began to study myself, my situation, and the transgender community itself. The barriers to transition are far too minimal due to activism. People and institutions have essentially been bullied or shamed into accepting us, and letting us have our way with things, regardless of whether those things are healthy for us or not. I readily admit to getting sucked in hook, line, and sinker into all things transgenderism and was convinced that I could actually change my sex.

“Where are you getting your information from, huh?” Kristie asks.

“I’m dead serious!” Joe says. “I looked on YouTube!”

I’m guilty of hanging out in the same places that these transgender kids do, places such as YouTube and Reddit. And I did so because like-minded people there affirmed me and my beliefs about myself. I thought I was a female and everyone else in the support groups I attended agreed. We were telling each other what we wanted to hear and silencing or attacking anyone who disagreed with us.

Former peers, please keep that in mind that if you decide to attack me in the future, because at one point in this all of you agreed that I was the same thing as you are.

I also readily admit to seeing the damage that my actions and the actions of the other male-to-female transsexuals have caused to the women that were actually born as females.

I wish right now that the doctors who are pausing puberty would instead pause for a moment and take a look at the chaos resulting from the mess they’ve created. It’s harming women. The ones that are real women. Trans men have yet to harm men. Testosterone injections have been around for decades and there’s still no trans guy in the NFL. All it’s good for is soldiers in the bathroom war. “See, I have facial hair, that makes me a man! Women you should be scared.” Women aren’t scared of trans men, I’ve asked them. They’re scared of penises or people that used to have penises. That’s why we don’t have a peace agreement for the bathroom war yet with the conservatives.

Transitioning people from male- to- female or from female- to-male hasn’t broken down the patriarchy, increased equality for the LGBTQ community, or done anything at all to break down the rigid gender norms that caused me to transition to begin with. Transitioning hasn’t even helped most of the people who transitioned. Most of them are now worse off. If anything, the process of transitioning people to a sex that’s opposite of their birth sex has just caused more problems and worsened the discrimination problems. A 41% completed or attempted suicide rate isn’t a sign of success. Those numbers haven’t gotten better because people transitioned and trans health care was invented.

Which leads me to question, why we are transitioning people to begin with?

Despite how hard I’ve looked, I’ve yet to uncover any evidence that shows how transitioning females-to-males has hurt men or the patriarchy. But there’s ample evidence that transitioning males-to-females has severely harmed women. I struggle to understand how all parties involved in the transition process can’t see this.

When I say that I settled down and began to study my situation as a transgender person and my community what that means is I put up a website and began to do news aggregation on the topic of transgenderism. I’m retired. I have Complex PTSD from my lifelong journey as a gender variant. And due to my narrow interests and the fact that I have nothing better to do as a retired person, I’ve spent every day of the last four years studying transgenderism through the lens of media articles. I don’t have much use for academia or it’s articles. I like to see what institutions like the Daily Mail have to say about people like me. It’s not uncommon for me to get 100 Google email alerts per day for keywords like transgender or gender dysphoria. That’s how I spend my days.

When I began the news aggregation, I thought I would be providing a useful service for the trans community. But the aggregation eventually led me in an entirely unexpected direction. I learned my way out of thinking that I was a female based on everything that I was finding in those news articles. I also saw firsthand the damage that was being done by the medical community to the transgender community. And I got a pretty shocking view into the damage that the transgender community was doing to women, most notably in sports and in the workplace.

 

“When you meet someone who has Aspergers syndrome, you might notice two things right off. He’s just as smart as other folks, but he has more trouble with social skills. He also tends to have an obsessive focus on one topic or perform the same behaviors again and again.”

 

I’m convinced at this point that I’m an undiagnosed, high-functioning autistic person. I most-likely have Asperger’s Syndrome. Which is why, although I was originally indoctrinated by the transgender community to hate and attack Dr. Kenneth Zucker, I now regard him as the smartest guy in the room. I learned my way out of being part of the transgender mafia to protect the cause as well. I want science, not pseudoscience.

Knowing what I know now, If I was the parent of a transgender child, I would be more likely to send that kid to a therapist like Zucker than I would a monster like Dr. Norman Spack. I just wish the Dr. Zucker types wouldn’t try to get kids to live as males or females and would instead treat them like mixed-sex kids. That’s what we are. We’re the equivalent of mixed-race kids. And everybody at the gender clinics is doing the equivalent of trying to make us black or white depending on the color of our parents.

 

“For the last four years, Drs. Gil and Zol Kryger have averaged 100 “top surgeries” a year, each costing $6,000 to $9,000. “Bottom surgery,” constructing genitalia, is comparatively rare and far more expensive, running $75,000 to $100,000.”

 

Chopping breasts and penises off and building poles or digging holes and implanting puberty blockers are very lucrative career fields.

 

“Johnson is one of the top surgeons for transgender chest reconstruction in the country, performing, she believes, the most such surgeries in New England, and possibly in the Northeast.”

 

“She adds, “I don’t think one specific surgery defines your gender. Women have their breasts removed for cancer and they’re still female. Males require testicular surgery and are still males.”

 

And these are career fields where the medical establishment participants are very much aware that they are not actually changing anyones sex.

 

“So too, gender expression and a broader notion of gender identity has opened my eyes to the fact that there is really no other measure in science or nature where there are only two choices. Gender is clearly fluid and broader than male and female.”

 

The participants in this medical massacre are also actually very much aware that gender is really fluid and not fixed in the patients they are operating on.

 

“After performing his first gender reassignment surgery, Meltzer vowed never to do another.”

 

“I have no idea what I’m doing,” he remembers thinking. “I’m going to stick to the things I know.”

 

And these butchers even admit to not knowing what they were doing when they began to mutilate trans bodies. (Is there a difference between these folks and the doctor who just got arrested for genital mutilation?)

 

“Now, this is relatively rare, so I had relatively little personal experience with this. And my experience was more typical, only because I had an adolescent practice. And I saw someone age 24, genetically female, went through Harvard with three male roommates who knew the whole story, a registrar who always listed his name on course lists as a male name, and came to me after graduating, saying, “Help me. I know you know a lot of endocrinology.” And indeed, I’ve treated a lot of people who were born without gonads. This wasn’t rocket science. But I made a deal with him: “I’ll treat you if you teach me.”

 

The experts transing the kids further admit to letting the patients themselves train them about what the patient thinks they need.

 

“He said in early September that offering services through pediatric care allows patients to start treatment early enough for the best cosmetic outcome, reducing chances of discrimination and allowing for better integration into society – according to the Associated Press.”

 

And these monsters with medical licenses or medical credentials also admit to knowingly doing what they do to these trans kids under the pretense of stopping discrimination and making trans kids prettier or more handsome at the expense of making them sterile and setting them up for a lifetime of cross- sex hormones.

 

“This is almost more deadly than anything else I treat,” Adkins said.”

 

These charlatans can also be observed hyping the need for what they do or offer, essentially scaring the parents of transgender kids into hiring them by weaponizing the potential for suicide if treatment is not given.

 

“Kids do roll through a lot of things as they go through identity formation but our gender is a core part of who we are and we actually all know what our gender is and have pretty solid gender identity by the age of 3 or 4 years old,” Olson said.”

 

And these modern day equivalents of carnival barkers have been allowed to make all sorts of audacious statements to the media with no one really questioning the validity of what’s been said. It’s all based on opinion, not science.

 

“She said that the therapist also gave strikingly blunt advice. “She said, ‘Your daughter already knows who she is. Now you have to decide. Do you want a happy little girl or a dead little boy?”

 

Everywhere the parent of a trans kid turns there’s one of these gender clinic monsters waiting in the wings to scare them. Suicide is imminent they warn, unless these parents open their checkbooks or turn over their insurance cards to save their children.

The patients themselves also admit a lot about what’s been going on as well.

 

“What makes it so special for me is a love with someone who gets me on so many levels,” Kara says. “With Jacqui being trans, she gets the dysphoria I still go through sometimes.”

 

They attest to not having had their gender dysphoria cured despite cutting their penises off and confirming their sex with the creation of a fake vagina. (Has anyone shown the insurance companies this article?)

 

“Instead of the vagina she had always longed for, Hunter has what she called a “fibrous lump between my legs and a colostomy bag.” Everything she read online and in an information packet, everything her surgeon told her, led her to believe the chances of complications were at best remote”

 

And then there’s the whispers about people being maimed for life from botched genital surgeries that permeate the dark corners of the interwebz and decorate the pages of secret Facebook groups. The mainstream media largely won’t touch these stories. Doing so would be them admitting complicity in this massacre after all the surgery clinic infomercials they’ve run.

 

“One day I was making love and something didn’t feel right. There was this little ball of hair like a Brillo pad in my vagina.” In 1995 she went to see a surgeon who pulled the hair out but warned it would grow back. “He said it would always be there because I hadn’t had electrolysis on my scrotum before the sex change made it part of my vagina. When I heard that, I just sat and cried.”

 

Some of the gory details are just flat-out tough to read. I want to cry too.

 

“I fundamentally regret having had surgery. I could have lived as a woman without mutilating my body, but no one talked to me about the possibility,” she says. “I could have been enabled to live happily as a gay man. Instead I was put in this box – transsexual – simply because I did not conform to what psychiatrists think a real man should be.”

 

And the signs of regret are everywhere, but still the cutting, injecting, and implanting continues unabated and unchecked.

 

“Dr. Spack told me “They may be anxious, they may be depressed, but many, many no longer have psychiatric diagnoses after they are treated properly.”

 

The experts continue to boast to the media about the success behind what they’re doing.

 

“But Dr. Stathis said it was tough and some mental health problems did not go away completely.”

 

Other experts admit the results are less than perfect.

 

“When I die, do I get to come back as a girl?”

 

Magical thinking permeates the air and is rewarded with affirmation. Children are told they are a sex completely opposite of their biology. It’s like “The Emperor’s New Clothes” and everyone is scared to tell the truth.

I’m not. Nobody’s sex has actually been changed.

 

“She reasoned that it was a good thing that I waited until after she was born to declare my gender identity, so that she could be born,” Oger said.”

 

And the children of transgender parents express gratitude for having been lucky enough to have been born.

All of it, in all of its hideous glory is readily available to witness on the Internet with just a few keystrokes and the right keywords into a search engine. And it’s utterly mind-boggling.

 

“Things didn’t go quite as planned. Medical tests determined that Moore’s chromosomes were 100 percent male. But Moore’s belief that she was biologically female was so persistent and profound, doctors could not persuade her she was, in their view, inhabiting a male body.”

 

Getting most trans people to admit to knowing what their actual biological sex is can be difficult or even impossible. I fully admit to still knowing what I was the whole time in regard to my own experience, but at the same time I was forced to defend an illusion of what I had. Which is why I am very critical of any form of stealth for trans people.

As someone who had to closely guard my big trans secret in the military at all costs to prevent being discharged or punished, I fully believe that having to protect a secret of that magnitude is very damaging to someone’s mental health. I also think it can cause or contribute to PTSD from living in fear of the secret being exposed. As I’ve stated, I now have Complex PTSD, in part because of the stress of trying to protect my secret.

 

“In elementary school, Wyatt told classmates that he was a “girl-boy.’’ In the fourth grade, he grew his hair longer and started talking about a name change. That same year, he drew a self-portrait as a girl, and in a class essay, wrote: “Wyatt needs hair accessories, clothes, shoes . . . likes to wear bikinis, high heels, mini-skirts.’’

 

Initially, on the site I put the trans people I found in the media articles into simple categories such as what state or country they were from. I tracked murders. I tracked the suicides. But as the number of people and their related articles that I amassed climbed higher and higher, I began to notice some very troubling trends in the data.

It was very clear that people didn’t know at young ages that they were trans as was being claimed. This made sense to me because I also didn’t know. Like me, they repeatedly said they lacked language to describe themselves. (Does that mean they could have been led to believe that they are whatever people tell them they are?)

It was also clear that there was no shortage of desisters despite the claims by the activists that nobody ever detransitions. There was evidence of botched surgeries. There were people that had committed suicide or died because of the pressures they faced while trying to be a woman in a male body. And there was lots of evidence that people were all over the map in regards to the various identities that they claimed they were at different periods of their lives. Lesbians had transitioned to being trans men. There were trans women that were previously gay men. There was a famous trans girls who used to think of themselves as a boygirl.

It was shockingly clear that gender wasn’t fixed and permanent like the clinicians at the gender clinics were claiming. Which led me to ask myself the scary question of: if gender isn’t fixed and permanent, then why are the surgeons cutting on these people?

But the most worrisome thing of all that I discovered in the data was all the talk of everyone “feeling different” or “feeling different things.”

I became intrigued with what I later categorized as “self-perception.” It was a complete turning-point for me because I knew by the Janet Mock YouTube video that there was no such thing as “feeling like a girl,” because an actual female had said there wasn’t during the interview. I even asked my spouse to describe how she felt as a female. She couldn’t come up with anything to describe any sort of feeling that would capture her “feeling like a girl.” Yet here all these trans people were talking about feeling like males or females. I began to suspect that Zucker was correct and that this had to be something in the autism spectrum.

What they were feeling was feminine or masculine and conflating it with biology.

I can’t speak for all transgender people of course, but I am very sensitive to identity labels. That may be something that’s autism related. And I’m most definitely a fan of the theory that transgenderism may ultimately be tied to the autism spectrum. Which is another reason that I believe that surgical interventions and puberty blocking are far too radical at this stage of what’s all still unsettled science.

When I speak of being overly sensitive to identity labels, I often give people the example of asking them how they would feel if I were to pin a sheriff’s badge on them? Would they feel pressured to enforce the law, arrest bad people, and ticket speeders? I would. You made it my job when you pinned that badge on me. I take things seriously. And when I was made into a male, that identity label came with all sorts of stereotypes and pressure that are like that sheriff’s badge. I feel pressured to be what you label me. This is another reason why it’s actually helpful and healthy for me to be non-binary instead of male. It’s a non-surgical, non-hormonal treatment for my gender dysphoria.

I am still haunted by one of the questions on the MMPI-2 test. That true or false question asks something to the effect of: “I feel things more deeply than others.”

If I were to buzz through those hundreds of MMPI-2 questions and take them at face value, then I would readily answer true to that question of “I feel things more deeply.” I do feel as if I feel things more deeply than other people. After all, I “felt like a girl,” or convinced myself that I did. But on deeper self-reflection, I perfectly understand that I can’t possibly know what it’s like to understand how others feel, because I’m not that person. I can only know what I feel. And I have no right to claim that I can understand what it’s like to feel like a girl.

I wanted to talk about what I was discovering, but there was nobody to talk about it with. So I just kept collecting the data.

The data I was compiling on the website was quickly becoming a repository of horrors. I knew that trans women were slaughtering women in various sporting events way before World Net Daily even thought about publishing something on the subject. I knew all sorts of things, but nobody wanted me to talk about all the stuff that I was discovering.

By three years into my transition, I knew medical transition was a sham because of the website data. Completely and totally fake. Nobody was actually changing sex. They were just getting sick or killing themselves trying. I was too. The person who had inspired me to transition was now stopping hormones treatments because of kidney problems. Other people that had previously inspired me were getting called out for misrepresenting data.

I was beginning to feel just as fake as the claimed-successes of the medical treatments that were supposed to have turned me into a female. Which was a confusing subject. Was I female before or after I transitioned? Since my birth certificate had been changed to female and that my name had also been changed, did all of this now mean that I had been a female since birth? It was troubling to look back and think that it had all been done because “I felt like I was a female.”

By late 2015 it was clear that I was a desister. I’d reached the point where I felt like transgenderism and the idea that you could actually change your sex were as fake as Santa Klaus. But I wasn’t a little boy that had discovered his parents decorating the tree in the middle of the night. At this point I was 52-years-old. I had been featured in The New York Times as a trans woman, cheerleading the trans cause. And now I was quitting.

The big question at that point was: what exactly was I going to desist too? Because even though I now completely agreed that I wasn’t a female, I still also disagreed that I was just an unremarkable male.

At this point, a lot of things were going through my head. My newfound situation reminded of the arguments between the gender clinicians about kids in my situation. Would I now be able to go back to all of the people who had supported me in my transition and tell them that I had concluded that I wasn’t really a female? Or would I commit suicide because the difficulty and shame in reversing course was too great?

Is this internal male or female so gullible that it would be fooled by vaginoplasties and scrotoplasties, by gonadectomies and mastectomies? Is the inner man or woman such a sucker, so brainless, so dimwitted, that it would believe that these cosmetic changes constitute a real reversal of gender and thus feel any happier in its new silicone shell?

Fortunately, I had been both lucky and smart enough to not venture beyond taking hormones. I can’t tell you how thankful I am that I hadn’t gotten any surgeries. I hadn’t done so due to all the complications I’d uncovered. And while the hormone treatment results were an all-around failure on most fronts, I now had some breast growth. Oddly enough, this felt completely natural on me. In fact, I actually liked it. But I still looked like a male with the exception of having those small breasts. I was still just as much male with the breasts as the female who gets them removed is still female. Everything about my previous existence as a trans woman revolved around me constantly tricking myself out of my biology.

My experience with cross-sex hormones has been mostly a disaster. As a transfeminine person, I like the soft skin that they give me and how they help to reduce body hair growth. Other than those two things, the whole hormone experience bordered on being a train-wreck.

At one point, I’d gotten on injectable Delestrogen to see if it would help me get better changes. It didn’t. And instead I ended up with out of control hormone levels. Three months into the injections my estrogen levels tested at 2,583 on day three of the 14-day injection cycle. On day fourteen, I was still 400. My levels weren’t supposed to have been over 200. It explained why I constantly felt weak and sick. Throughout my first years of HRT, my testosterone levels repeatedly tested at zero. I’m actually supposed to have some testosterone.

 

“I just got my second 6 month shot of Eligard on Monday. I have felt an emotional swing the past two days. Started crying like a 10 year old schoolgirl a little while ago. I also have experienced a feeling of fear and being all alone. Has anyone else had these mood swings? They are new to me and I’ve been on HT for quite some time. The feeling of fear or shall I say no confidence really bothers me. My passion in life is singing. I am scheduled to sing tonight and I am scared to death. Never felt this way before.”

 

“Any help?”

 

The six months I spent taking generic Lupron weren’t any better. Actually, they were far worse. I quickly found that I couldn’t stop crying. And I mean literally could not stop crying. The first three months I spent on Goserelin and the second three months were spent on Eligard as the VA switched suppliers. I would have crying spells that would last for hours. I finally did an Internet search and found that what I was experiencing was a common problem with these drugs with on-label use for prostate cancer. I didn’t have prostate cancer and it was being used on me off-label, just like it is on trans kids to pause their puberty. Under the disguise of buying time to figure out what they are. It took me 52 years.

I still remember one particular morning on Lupron quite well, because I thought it was going to lead to my first-ever stay in the psych ward. I had spent the morning crying as usual without being able to stop and then took a shower. When I exited the shower and was drying off, I became overly aware of the two large implants that were in my stomach near my navel. The first one hadn’t yet disappeared like I was told it would, and now I had the second one in as well. I found myself getting psychotic and hallucinating that I was going to surgically remove the two pea-sized pellets myself so that I could stop crying. This was totally out of character for me. Nothing like that had ever happened before. When I finally calmed down, I swore that I would never get another one of these things implanted into me. It took a year for the two lumps to finally go away. I hope I never get prostate cancer and need this stuff to save me. I might just fuck it and die rather than venture back to crying like a 10-year-old schoolgirl.

As a military retiree, I had access to basically everything within the VAs trans military HRT arsenal and I was on every bit of it at one point or another. I took Spironolactone, which made me crave salt and made my legs hurt. I used to watch trans women on this drug go to the bathroom to pee four times during a 90-minute dinner outing. I took 5mg doses of Finasteride for two years to see if it would grow my hair back and to block adrenal gland testosterone, I ended up with Finasteride Syndrome after I stopped taking it and it took a year to get my strength back. I did 9 months of Delestrogen injections before quitting and throwing the stuff in the trash. The rest of the time I took oral estrogens and the Prometrium brand of progesterone. At 6 mg doses of estrogen which were the amount recommended for me, I had chronic leg pain and swelling in my lower legs and feet. I recently returned to 2 mg doses after a trip to the emergency room for a potential blood clot. An ultrasound ruled it out and I consider myself lucky. All of this went on despite me being in relatively decent shape and walking each day for exercise. None of it made me look like a female. Whatever changes you’re supposed to get are supposed to happen in the first three years. I took the stuff for four. The extra year didn’t do it either.

The situation I now found myself in as I pondered my desistance was somewhere I had been before, but during my previous visit to this place I had only been a spectator, a reader of the story about others in this position that I now found myself in. The story referred to them as “the inbetweeners.” And now I was the latest real-life character to be joining the cast.

 

“”I wasn’t real good about dilating the new vagina every day,” she explained. ”I didn’t do what Preecha told me, and it kind of like collapsed on me.”

 

I had always thought of Walt Heyer as a nuisance to the trans community who was campaigning to save us all from ourselves, so there was certainly irony in me now joining him as a fellow “in-betweener.” But I considered myself lucky. I know Walt’s story and had it on my website. And he had far more medical intervention than I did. I actually admire how tough Walt has been in handling his situation. Desisting after having genital surgery would possibly have pushed me to commit suicide. I’m glad I didn’t test those waters. With my PTSD, I don’t have the mental and physical strength to dilate a fake vagina for the rest of my life. It would probably collapse on me.

I’ve never confessed this to anyone before, but the first time I ever encountered the word “non-binary” was in that article about the “in-betweeners.” And that article was my inspiration to make the word non-binary a legal place to exist. Because I now needed that place as my landing zone because of desisting from living as a female.

I’m being completely honest when I tell you that I suspected going into my transition that I would ultimately flame-out and desist. This is one of the reasons I didn’t choose a typically female name when I changed mine. Instead I purposely chose a unisex name. It was another smart move that later paid off when the whole thing that was my transition came flying apart like an unbalanced, high RPM contraption.

While I may have believed I was a female because I “felt like a woman,” I was still very much grounded about what an actual female is. I’ve been married to a female for 30 years. We’ve been together even longer than that. And our two experiences as females were and are alternate realities. I got to wear the clothes and skip all the tough stuff like having a period every 28 days. I didn’t have to worry about soiling the sheets because my pad shifted in my underwear and allowed menstrual blood to leak all over the bed. I’m not the one who carried our child around for nine months, worrying if I could successfully pull off childbirth. I’m not the one who got my belly cut open to get the kid out. Or the one who breastfed that kid all hours of the day and night for the next two years.

Trans women are not these kind of women. And I wasn’t either. I don’t have enough nerve to try and claim ownership of what my spouse has experienced while actually being a woman. I don’t know what it’s like to fear getting pregnant. She’s spent most of her life worrying about it. Dr. Norman Spack and his gender clinic cronies are free to create synthetic trans kids that spout rhetoric about biology being a social construct in an effort to legitimize their identities, but I know otherwise. I know that if you want eggs, you buy a hen, not turn a rooster into one, and claim it’s a hen.

Looking back, most things involving my transition were a catastrophe. I didn’t pass as a woman, nor was I obsessed with it. I refused to wear to makeup because I didn’t think it made me a woman. I routinely clashed with other trans women over trans ideologies; I didn’t agree with medically transitioning children. I refused to get any surgeries because I knew they didn’t change your sex and were just cosmetic procedures. And despite how hard I tried to fit in, I kept finding myself more aligned with radical feminism than transgenderism.

One afternoon at a PFLAG meeting, a trans woman pressed a makeup kit into my hand, with the expectation for me to start wearing makeup. I never went back. Another evening a trans woman threatened to punch me in the face because she couldn’t get me to agree with her views on sex work. No woman has ever threatened to punch me in the face. The whole thing was just a cascading set of disasters. By the time I went to court to become non-binary, I just wanted my life back.

By this time, I had mostly cut myself off from the trans community other than online interactions. I no longer identified as a female, and just wanted to avoid any clashes over that. Beneath the surface of it all, the idea to become legally non-binary was growing like a weed. I had met people that identified as genderqueer in support group meetings, and I really liked them because they were open to discussing and debating gender. They were more grounded in biology like I was. It wasn’t the cult-like experience that the trans women’s support groups were. Genderqueer people weren’t defending ideologies to the death. The genderqueer support group was a total different experience.

Everything about the idea to become non-binary made sense. I began to realize that this is what should have been done with me all along.

Only talking about males and females is an interesting thing because I spent months and months in therapy at Persad in Pittsburgh at their “premiere gender clinic,” which was another disaster altogether. In five months, not a single gender counselor ever mentioned any space between male and female. They didn’t teach me about non-binary space, the desisters did.

And out of all the trans women I met in my first three years of living as a woman, none of them ever mentioned genderqueer people. Everybody pretended like no space between male and female existed.

But also looking back, I realize now that acknowledging such a space would and does invalidate their binary trans identities. Trans women and trans men have a vested interest in the gender binary, even though it’s harming them. Nothing they’re doing is destroying the patriarchy and making the world a better place for trans kids, they’re just reinforcing rigid gender norms, not breaking them down. Especially with the hyper-feminine appearance that trans women are obsessed with.

These are men who now tell actual women and other trans women how to be women. It’s all pretty sickening once you venture down this smoking rabbit hole.

Trans women are like the beast Cerberus, the monstrous multi-headed dog that guards the gates of the Underworld to prevent the dead from leaving. Except they guard the patriarchy and prevent the desisters from leaving the trans community. They claim all sorts of bogus bullshit (and get caught at it) for the cause.

Fuck them, I was leaving womanhood regardless. I wasn’t a woman and I was leaving town.

A lot of the trans women I had met were absolute monsters. They were just as bad as the gender clinic clinicians that were transing kids and sterilizing them so these kids could be prettier than they are. In fact, a lot of them are gender clinicians that work in that exact industry.

 

“Smashing the gender binary is dangerous political provocation in today’s climate. Ignoring stereotypes that are ingrained in the American psyche is inviting failure. Demanding that passing privilege shouldn’t matter, when it clearly always has, and should have no role in marketing the community to its neighbors, is a mistake.”

 

The quest to become legally non-binary and desist from being a woman was interesting. Around the time I was interviewing private lawyers in early 2016 because the trans legal aid orgs had refused to helped me do it, nutbag Dana Beyer was ranting and raving and had her panties in a wad about the dangers of smashing the gender binary on The Huffington Post.

 

“Wayne choked up when thanking the group for its support. He recounted young Wyatt asking him, sadly, “Daddy, why can’t boys wear dresses?’’ Wayne hated to tell his son that society wouldn’t accept that.”

 

I smashed the gender binary anyway. That’s what had to done to save trans kids. That’s exactly what these trans youth needed. They need unbridled gender expression, not meds or sterilization.

Decades of failure during which untold numbers of breasts and penises have been cut off have failed to even get these trans kids a bathroom to use at their local schoolhouse. It’s all been about passing and stealth and anybody who fails to pass because they can’t pull themselves up by their bootstraps can just commit suicide. And the trans community will blame their deaths on society. The transsexual pathway is their killer.

I knew this because of the website data. All the stories I was collecting and putting on the website showed this as clear as day. I knew most of the trans community couldn’t use a public bathroom before the trans survey results even got released. I didn’t need survey results to tell me that, I had thousands of archived news articles telling me this information. Only 21% of the trans community can pass as the opposite sex. Transitioning, then, was all a complete and total failure.

Finding a lawyer to help me break the gender binary wasn’t an easy task either. It had it’s interesting moments as well. During an interview with a female attorney, I took my headscarf off, showing her my bald head, and asked her: “what would happen if were to go get a health club membership and go take a shower in the women’s locker room?” She freaked, telling me wouldn’t represent me if I did that. She knew I hadn’t had any surgeries and still had a penis because we’d talked about that. Her reaction just confirmed what I’d already learned about myself: I wasn’t a female. She knew it too. Eventually I found a gay man that was willing to represent me.

On June 10th of 2016, I appeared in a Portland courtroom and became the first person in the United States to legally become a sex other than male or female. I had desisted from being a woman, because I wasn’t one and never should have been made into one. When the news broke, everyone was carrying on like I was some sort of national hero in the LGBT community and the truth was I had desisted. I had just created the promised land for “the inbetweeners.” You no longer had to commit suicide after flunking out of the transsexual academy and desisting, you could just become non-binary instead. And I’d just made it legal.

There was another kind of irony as well in my court decision. Non-binary is a trans identity and I now had that legal trans identity. Trans women used to tell me I wasn’t trans enough and now I was legally trans. I was now an American Hirja. I was the “other” that trans people didn’t want to be. It’s exactly who I wanted to be. It’s exactly what I am. And exactly who they are as well, but won’t admit it. And it made perfect sense to me, because that is my world history as a trans person. Trans people have never been gender conforming people, it’s the monsters like Dr. Spack at the gender clinics that have trying to turn us into gender conforming people, and failing miserably. It’s killing us!

After my court hearing, I can still remember standing on the sidewalk in front of the Portland courthouse in a daze with tears streaming down my face and thinking “I had my life back.” I literally had my life back. My bald head hadn’t been uncovered outdoors in over three years because every time I went outside I had to pretend to be a woman. I was now totally free to express my gender anyway I chose without feeling like I was a fraud. Three women and a gay man made my court victory possible. I’m sure all of them perfectly understand how shitty the gender binary and patriarchal rule is as well.

I had come to believe from the website data that people really were killing themselves because they couldn’t handle the pressures of trying to maintain the hyper-feminine appearance that being a successful trans woman required. My Wiki site was becoming an Internet graveyard for these dead trans people. I think a lot of people were also starting to realize that I was intentionally making it one. When the new domain extensions were released, I bought up the extensions like .wiki and .news for the word transgender and I was putting those extensions to work. The site was becoming fairly highly trafficked and I was literally piling the dirt up in the proverbial front yard.

 

“Growing up in Glastonbury, Rader said, he didn’t know anyone who was transgender and didn’t even understand what it was until he went to a conference during his junior year in high school. But he had always known he felt like a boy and wanted to be a boy. As a child, he spurned skirts, dressed as a boy and played on a boys Little League team.”

 

“In ninth grade, he concluded that he was gay and began to date a girl. He thought of himself as a lesbian, but he still didn’t feel like a woman. He felt male, not simply masculine, as he put it.”

 

Ultimately, I had no doubt that some of the transgender community members were beginning to catch onto what I was doing with the Transgender dot Wiki website data categories. I think they not only felt like boys or girls, they also felt like I was discrediting and gutting the very foundation of transgenderism. Actually, I was. I had dead bodies everywhere. I was stacking them like military sandbags during the Korean war. Except these bodies weren’t Korean or Chinese.

Lots of things were showing up in the category data, like how most of the killings of trans women were actually related to sex work. Women don’t hold a day of remembrance for their dead prostitutes, but the trans community does; it’s an activism tool.

I could see that as clear as day by the data. I was displaying the desisters that supposedly didn’t exist. Failed sex changes. Surgical complications that were describing neo-vaginas with Brillo pad-like furballs growing inside of them. Maimed trans women walking around in heels and wearing colostomy bags because of botched surgeries. Suicides from people who couldn’t cut it being a woman because it was too exhausting trying to remain hyper-feminine 24/7 for years at a time. Tons of people who described “feeling different” or “feeling like girls or boys” and interpreting that to mean they are girls or boys. People who had come out as gay or lesbian before transitioning, which was completely blowing up Johanna Olson-Kennedy’s garbage about most of them knowing at age three what they are.

I had the fact that shes married to a trans guy, who was the therapist for a 14- year-old who’d had their breasts cut off. I had Jazz’s dead name. I had thirteen families that were all claiming their trans kid was saying “God made a mistake,” when in reality it probably came from this book. I had a mother telling a school Jazzs penis fairy story and claiming her kid said it too so that her trans kid could get into a bathroom they didn’t belong in. I had built an online, trans encyclopedia of gender clinic horrors and I was pissing off a lot of people. And they wanted the website taken down. I had to block Jenn Burleton on Facebook because of the website.

 

“Is there anybody out there,” asked Dr. Nick Gorton, a physician and trans-man from California, addressing a room full of older transsexuals, “who would not have taken the shot if it had been offered?” No one raised a hand.”

 

Once you start deconstructing and untangling the web that is transgenderism you’d be amazed at how many of the participants involved in the sterilization of other people’s transgender children are trans themselves and can be traced back to the gender clinics. They’ve made it their professions. Many trans advocates have their own biological children and go out each day to advocate for the sterilization of other people’s kids. Being trans is often their only qualification. Well, that’s my qualification too.

By the time I had surpassed and catalogued 4,000 trans people on the website, plenty of members of the trans community were openly attacking me through email and social media. I woke up Christmas morning in 2016 to find a nasty email in my inbox from a young trans man that was demanding to be removed from the website. He was in the category of “previously a lesbian.” He’s still a lesbian. He’s just a lesbian without breasts now. I blocked his email address. I blocked all of their email addresses. But they just found other avenues to harass me. I didn’t budge and I refused to make any changes to the Wiki site, or to remove anyone. It captures our failed history of trying to be something we are not. My website is our electronic history, our trans legacy, of this horrible period of time where genital lobotomies are being performed by complete quacks to stop discrimination for being a gender variant.

The whole thing got nastier and nastier and I eventually shut down my Facebook account because I was getting all sorts of harassment about the website through the messenger feature. I blocked email address, but senders kept creating new accounts and emailing me from those also, still demanding to be removed from the site. The site was claimed to be a registry for the TERFs. People were having people they thought I was friends with to ask me to get them removed. I unfriended and blocked anyone who did that. I lost a lot of friends. I refused to remove anyone or to hide anything. I wanted people to see the human carnage.

Eventually the harassment reached a point where it was so annoying that I created a page on the Wiki site called “Hate Mail” and started posting screenshots of the harassment I was getting from Twitter and Facebook. Which turned out to be a huge mistake because trans activist Lola Phoenix filed a DMCA (Digital Millennium Copyright Act) complaint against one of the screenshot images that exposed her harassing me with the on the Twitter message system.

Lola or whatever her real name is was doing some coalition building and trying to recruit people to harass me, but one of my friends sent me a screenshot of a private message that captured her doing it. That complaint to my webhost subsequently got the site suspended for 14 days due to Federal law even though the complaint itself was invalid due to missing information such as a contact address for the person who had filed it, which was Lola Phoenix.

I in turn filed a counter-complaint, claiming ownership of the image, but that didn’t stop the website suspension. The counter-complaint required Phoenix to get a court order stating she actually owned the image within the suspension period. That of course didn’t happen. I doubt that’s even her legal name.

During the website suspension period I just went ahead and nuked the entire site. I knew activists could potentially file more DMCA complaints against it, so I figured the best strategy was to remove all images and everything quoted and to rebuild it with just the links and the categories. And that’s what I’ve been doing since. You can’t file a DMCA complaint against a link to the dirt, can you?

 

“Parents have told me it’s almost easier to tell others, ‘My kid was born in the wrong body,’ rather than explaining that he might be gay, which is in the back of everyone’s mind.”

 

So there you have it. All the juicy and gory parts of my story that the mainstream media refused to tell you because they were too scared to piss off the trans activists and the transgender community. It’s all true. I, Jamie Shupe, the first legally non-binary person in America am officially against sterilizing trans children for the sake of making them prettier and to give them better cosmetic outcomes and to stop discrimination. Just stop the fucking discrimination instead, dammit. If you doctors are pillars of the communities you live in, then why can’t you use that clout instead of your scalpels to stop the discrimination against these trans kids? Don’t operate on the kid to stop it. I know it pays well, but just don’t fucking do it. They’re going to write really bad shit about you in a few years. I’m already writing it. The gender binary is what these kids needed destroyed, not their reproductive systems. They need the ability to safely express their gender, not cross-sex hormones. They think the world that’s been created for them sucks and that’s why they’re rejecting their birth sexes. Because they can’t dress as boys or girls unless they’re made into boys and girls. They cant be gay, so theyre being surgically made straight instead. They need to kept away from nutty trans women at LGBT community centers that teach them that their penis is a birth defect or teach them to say they were born in the wrong body to explain themselves. They need to stop being bullied when they’re gay or lesbian, so they don’t have to become men instead. They need to be taught that cutting on themselves won’t get them puberty blocker and will instead land them in the psych ward. They need parents and gender clinicians to stop telling them that they are boys and girls of the opposite sex and to start telling them they are gender variance is normal.

Leelah Alcorn asked everyone to fix society before walking in front of a semi-truck. Cutting off penises and breasts is not fixing society. It’s not even medicine. It’s a little shop of horrors that’s being ran out the dark wings of America’s medical centers and the insurance companies have been hoodwinked into paying for it by a bunch of mentally ill people who have cut their penises or breasts off. It has to stop. I’ve done my part to stop it. Now the rest of you need to get busy.

So it’s all official now. Rubber stamped. Delivered by fiber optics or cellular data. Stored forever on Internet servers or until Trump destroys the world. This is my coming out as a TERF and a SWERF. I stand with the radical feminists, the conservatives, and the religious folks in their efforts to stop the mutilation of these transgender children.

 

 

27 thoughts on “You Can’t Feel Like a Girl: An Essay by Jamie Shupe

    1. Jamie, you say “In fact, I still take HRT. At this point I’m in it for the experiment to see if it actually ever does make any noticeable changes for me. To date, very little has happened and I’ve suffered a lot of health complications and lifestyle challenges as side-effects of the treatment.”

      …if you’ve suffered health side-effects, then something has happened indeed.

      I think for females on testosterone, there are indeed rapid noticeable changes. I wonder how many understand the very real health consequences / side effects? There are informed consent clinics that will start a female on T with just a single visit to the clinic. Not even a folder of explanations of the risks and a “go home and think about it for while”. No true diagnostics. Certainly no mental health screenings. Anyone with any underlying condition could get started on T….I don’t see how this helps prevent suicide when many of these young transmen couldn’t possibly understand how potent T is on the female body (and the male body for that matter). By the time the real risks are fully understood, it’s too late. Seems like malpractice insurance companies would back away from these clinics.

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  1. Apparently there’s been some discussion that this post is fake and was not written by me. There is nothing fake about this essay. I am the author and I asked for it to be posted on this website. And I thank the site owner for sharing what I have to say on this subject. Everything said in this essay is my opinion on this matter.

    This essay has also been added to my media list on the trans wiki and trans news websites.

    https://transgender.news/jamie-shupe/

    And here.

    https://transgender.wiki/jamie-shupe/

    How much more proof do you need that it’s real?

    Jamie Shupe

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    1. Jamie, your article in MercatorNet today is excellent. Please keep writing! You give me hope that at some point the mainstream media might be forced to tackle the real issues surrounding gender dysphoria.

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  2. A somewhat binary critique from a legally non-binary person … totally agree with a lot and I think the issue is about educating for and supporting informed choice. And I’m a cis queer guy so I may be out of line. No offence intended.

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  3. You are my hero. My GNC daughter thought – at puberty- that she had to be a boy to live as her true self. The reality is – based on her personality & preferences – it would be much EASIER for her to be a boy. But that is not the same thing as actually BEING a boy. I am deeply grateful that she stopped blaming her female body for the fact that she didn’t “fit in”with our rigidly gendered society. Other kids -and parents – have not been so lucky. There is NOTHING wrong with being a “feminine” male or a “masculine” female. That is exactly the message we should be sending to kids – not telling them to chop off body parts or take dangerous hormones to conform to gender insanity. You are very brave & will save lives with what you are doing – IF you are allowed to get your message out there. Thank You so much!

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  4. I have to say thank you so much for creating this, but must say that I don’t think there should be a third category between male and female. Sex and gender are two different things, and men should be allowed to be feminine and woman masculine without having to enter a new category of sex. These two words get thrown around like they are the same when they are not; it’s gender roles forced on the sexes of people, you cannot be born a gender but are assigned one at birth to live up to or else. However, I’m sure you know this already.

    I’ve lost friends due to openly believing in radical feminism ideas as a female, and it sometimes feels like I’m evil and cruel, but reading articles like these confirming all my beliefs really help me through it. I feel that transsexuality is a mistreatment for sex dysphoria, which stems from not being allowed to leave the gender some asshole told you you had to be as a woman or man. I really hope that I can see the West of the world reach this thought process too.

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  5. Thank you, Jamie, for writing this article. My stepson was nearly one of the children you speak of.

    TL;DR – My stepson has mental illness and diabetes, and thought he was trans, was quickly invited to medically transition (at OHSU Ped Endocrine) – but then through education and adult examples of a different way to present socially, he has renounced all trans ideology including using male pronouns again and begun to understand why he felt social pressures to embrace it. He has not stopped presenting more feminine, but he no longer tries to put on affectations and embraces the fullness of his interests again (where he’d tried to take up ‘girly’ crafts that ultimately ended up in the trash, he’s now remembered his Nerf gun obsession and discarded most of the dresses and bras.)
    —–
    He was never a really feminine child, although he would dress flamboyantly especially when he got to a manic part of his cycle. He had inherited his father’s bipolar disorder, and had severe cycling and behavioral problems until about age 12 when we found the right diagnosis and meds. He also had Type 1 diabetes since age 9, which we treated at OHSU Marquam Ped Endocrinology.
    At around age 13-14, he started to develop socially (he was antisocial and aggressive previously) and was allowed to surf the internet at his other parents’ house, finding DeviantArt and Brony culture, then Anime and Furry culture. That’s when he came out as trans. Many of his online peers were trans. His hipster mom & stepdad were affirming. OHSU offered puberty blockers at his first mention. He tried on a new name, and new pronoun.
    He never did explain what made him believe he was a girl, but girl social cues were lost on him, and thankfully his mom wanted agreement from both parents whether to pursue puberty blockers. We declined, because we were unsure what effect it would have on his diabetes (as yet uncontrolled at the time), and on his mood disorder, for which he was in therapy but always declined to explore his gender feelings.
    He came to live with us about 6 months later, and I found it difficult to use female pronouns, so he settled with the nonbinary. He changed his name again.
    I was unaware of the depth of the internet culture that the kid was participating in through permissions and devices given to him at his other parents’, but when I noticed a slip in grades, access was revoked and I reviewed his usage. He was participating in furry roleplay public and private chats as a female, and was drawing graphic hermaphrodite anthropomorphic animal sex scenes (he’s a pretty good artist). His history showed he was watching futanari anime, and his private chat friends were sending him feminization self-hypnosis vids on youtube. All that was revoked, while I supported development of in-person friendships and hobbies.
    I supported his feminine wardrobe and hair except for the girl underwear, which was obviously arousing, and clothes that showed too much skin. I also decided to present less gender conforming, to show a different way of being a woman. I have always preferred short haircuts, not to shave, and to do physical activity. I no longer have to perform femininity for a job so I don’t.
    And I actively worked to dispel myths he believed about womanhood – girls don’t get horny; being a girl is easier because people do everything for you; being a girl is all about being pretty and filling out a v-neck shirt… and I filled him in on some gory realities about womanhood: bodily functions, institutional sexism, asked him questions such as “If you were to be born a woman – but a really super ugly woman – would you still do it?” (No.) I explained and took him to the Women’s March. I showed him male vs female skeletons, helped him to understand that it’s not just estrogen and testosterone that make a body function, it’s other hormones and processes as well that function differently in men vs women and they don’t change when your sex hormone does (hence the reason drugs tested solely on men have been shown often to harm women, and doctors who are only educated in male bodies may not notice a female heart attack.) We also talked about the high incidence of cancer with HRT in older “cis” people, and how it’s possible that is a concern in this case also.
    We talked also about Rachel Dolezal, about her racial expression and whether it was valid. We talked about how sexed DNA is present in every cell of the body, whereas racial differentiation in the DNA is very difficult although some ethnic markers do exist, but they are often quite mixed. Why then, if our cells can often indicate sex without question, is this the fact that’s up for grabs, instead of racial identity? (Especially because there is the historical ‘one drop’ rule which states that if there is any black ancestry whatsoever, that one is black – which can be demonstrated of just about everyone.)
    He continued his therapy, and I worked to force the hard subjects of growing up and facing a changing reality (he is quite developmentally delayed and working with a compressed adolescence that doesn’t want to happen is hard.)
    We talked about logical fallacies, especially the “no true Scotsman” fallacy, when deconstructing some of the trans ideology. Is there truly way to distinguish who is a true trans person and who is not? The only logical assumption is that all persons who identify that way are truly trans people, and it is the truth that transpersons (as defined this way) are committing real harm against women in women’s safe space settings such as single-sex college campuses, prisons, locker-rooms, and sports competitions. We talked about “false equivalency” fallacies, comparing transwomen’s and women’s athletic performances and their biological needs, and why a gynocologist should not necessarily be treating a transwoman.
    The separation from his internet trans peers did pain him. He feigned suicidality to try and manipulate me into granting access again. He got a long night of psych evaluations but no stay in the ward and no extra attention. He gave that up, and tried to be sneaky. I caught that too. I did this because he had to shake an addiction to feeling sexy imagining himself as a furry girl, and develop a healthy in person relationship using the body he has. Otherwise reality will never match up to fantasy and he will always be unhappy that he can’t live as a whitetail deer with boobs and dick who is into bondage.
    He renounced his transness, not long after learning about “period shits.” He’s still using the more feminine name, but announced to his mom, myself, his school nurse, and school counselor, that he will be using the male pronoun again. He again wears men’s clothes that fit him better, but in feminine colors and cuts when we can find. He doesn’t pose for pics with duck-lips and hip thrusts anymore.

    THANK GOD we didn’t start on the puberty blocker/hormone regimen when they were offered! Who knows whether my kid would be mentally able to make the progress he has made in terms of growing up, accepting more adult responsibility. Who knows what effects this would have had on his diabetes management (mismanagement is a daily threat to his life.) What a disaster this could have been.

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    1. Thank you for sharing all of that Ella. You’ve been an amazing Mother for that kid. Reading this makes me wish my own Mother had of had your intellectual insight into all of this. To this day she still won’t speak to me about gender or my childhood.

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    2. @ Ella, I am so glad you got your son back before it was too late. You are so blessed. I will take some tips here and try to engage a discussion with my daughter. If you have not already, consider posting your story in the 4thwavenow.com site. Those moms could really use a happy ending. Great catch!

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  6. Thank you Jamie. It troubles me that no one would consider an alternate explanation to his gender feels despite so many other pre-existing issues including a history of trauma/neglect, poor social skills, bipolar mental illness, and developmental delay…
    We didn’t take the kid seriously at his word when he said that he ate breakfast, but many adults were uncritically taking him at his word over something so dramatically life-altering as transition.
    (I worked in the field with youth, and I have met SOOOOOOOO many teens in the Portland area who are trans – one wonders when the social contagion theory will be taken seriously!)

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  7. Reading this has made me feel proud to be a human being. Your courage and willingness to be authentic against terrible barriers is inspiring. I’ve been reading about transgender issues for the last year or so in an attempt to understand the spectrum of gender and sexuality, and I’ve repeatedly been disgusted, saddened, frustrated, attacked and angered by some of the hateful rhetoric, name calling, inability to have a civil discussion or ask any questions at all. This is such an important conversation for all of us to have. You are leading the way to a sane and humane solution. It seems to me what’s broken is not you or any other gender or biological expression. What’s broken is the rigid, outdated social/cultural norms and definitions, and those can and should be as dynamic, complex and creative as all life is. Your persistent actions to speak and be heard, to protect those who cannot protect themselves, and to see yourself and others clearly in all our struggles, mistakes, confusion and imperfections are heroic, and I salute you. As a writer and a fellow human being, I embrace you. You’re making a real contribution in the world.Thank you for helping me understand your experience and revealing yourself so beautifully and bravely.

    Jenny
    http://ourdailycrime.com/

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  8. Thank you for writing this amazing article , exactky nailed what Iv been thinking , written perfectly Iv got goose bumps reading your story and my heart breaks. I’m a terf and I want to protect these trans children but it’s falling on deaf ears. I will share your story and keep accepting people for who they are and their character not what they are been told to believe they are x

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  9. You lost me at “I don’t have much use for academia or it’s articles.” That’s where actual scientists work and publish. By saying that, you are categorically rejecting science as a source of information. You certainly have the right to do that. Yet you bemoan the fact that you can’t find a serious platform to express your opinions. You can’t have it both ways. People who intentionally use the Daily Mail instead of science as the basis for their opinions are not — and should not be — taken seriously in the 21st century.

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    1. I’m sorry. Are we talking about the same academia that tried to shut down the article about transracialism by Rebecca Tuvel? The same academia that won’t publish things that hurt people’s feelings? The academia that no platforms feminists? That academia? Thanks, but I’ll stick with the Daily Mail.

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  10. Brilliant article Jamie! You addressed so many issues I have been wondering about, and I learned an enormous amount. I am very grateful. Thank you so much!

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  11. i think its really important to acknowledge that there are different pathways even for non sex specific diseases like cardiovascular disease and dementia, not just sex specific cancers. Many transitioned individuals consider themselves to have always been the sex they identify with, cannot deal with the reality of their biology and are encouraged to seek inappropriate healthcare (eg trans identified males seeking gynaecological care, demanding screening for a non existent cervix while ignoring the risk of prostate cancer) .. To give good healthcare this needs to be addressed but they do not dare, because to do so would be to admit the crimes of profiteering from the deliberate poisoning and mutilation of physically healthy people.

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  12. Hi,
    I wish I had seen this earlier. My daughter says she’s non binary but still wants “top surgery”. I think her “gender therapist” is a trans. How do I find out? I think that would make her think more about this. She is being controlled by a much older FTM that takes T and also had top surgery recently. My daughter is 6 years younger and she just ran away and won’t listen to anyone.

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    1. Hi Lyne, I’m doing okay. Thanks for asking. I hope you are as well. I do not personally know Ruth Hunt, or any other transgender or non-binary people based in Europe. Even in the U.S., I have essentially dropped completely out of the transgender community because I am so much at odds with their medical ideologies, especially in regards to children and surgical procedures, which of course puts me in pretty much a blacklisted state. For example, LGBT law firm Lambda legal fired me as a client shortly after this essay was published. But that’s okay. They’re all “living their truths” and hiding the carnage, but I’m “telling the truth about their truths and carnage.

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