Can You Ever Leave Behind the Evil Twin?
Don’t you just love that phrase, “used to be a man?”
GARRICK Jacobson was in custody at Sydney’s Surry Hills police station when he apparently discovered his girlfriend used to be a man.
Within hours of being released on bail, he went to her apartment and started “belting the hell” out of her, Downing Centre Local Court heard yesterday.
In this case, told in The Daily Telegraph and the Courier Mail, the phrase came from two Australian police officers who had learned from police records that Brigette Fell had come to them for help previously as a victim of (assumedly, since she disclosed this information to them at the time) anti-transgender violence, and was told to someone in custody, who had been dating Fell. The fact that she was post-operative by eleven years was apparently irrelevant to her boyfriend, as he punched her repeatedly in the face. Ultimately, she fell off her balcony, suffered a concussion and woke up covered in blood.
I’m not one who believes that every transgender person should be an advocate. I think we go through so much overwhelming $#!t that if we ever get to the point that we want to simply be thought of as “woman” or “man,” instead of the “woman who used to be a man” or the “man who used to be a woman,” we deserve to be able to slip into that anonymity. “Stealth,” as we call it, is not the enemy. Although advocates are very badly needed, we pay our dues just in becoming ourselves (and to be honest, we don’t treat our advocates well enough to reward the unpaid, tireless work, either).
The trouble is, I’m not so sure that we can ever be certain that that hard-won stealth can ever be guaranteed. It worries me that post-operative women feel that surgery (or anything else) will assure them of all the same protections and respect of any other woman. It doesn’t (the same thought doesn’t often circulate among post-op transmen, unfortunately, because the surgery just isn’t that well-developed, yet). Precedents still sit in the lawbooks in which post-operative transwomen have had marriages (and spousal inheritance) ruled void on account of their birth gender, thus reverting their marriages to “same sex” status and therefore invalid in the eyes of the law. Nothing is certain.
This all comes to mind while someone who has helped myself and others on a mailing list has mused about the possibility of living as a ”heterosexual” (as she terms it), in stealth, and leaving the community largely behind. My initial feeling is that she should follow her heart. Although I think we’d miss the advice as she drifts away, she needs to do what is right for her.
[A note of clarification: When I originally posted this article on Transadvocate.com, I did not use quotation marks on the word "heterosexual" with the intent to question anyone's sexual orientation. I simply thought it was an interesting way of referring to stealth. As someone who is both trans and bisexual, I know full well how quotation marks can be used to question and undermine someone's identity. My apologies if it sounded this way.]
But news like this — or things like the various insults hurled at Calpernia Addams (also post-operative) as she prepares for the debut of Transamerican Love Story – always leaves a disquieting feeling over this debate. Can anyone ever be assured of reaching the “end” of that transgender journey? Maybe things will go well and no one will ever raise issue or even find out about that “evil twin” of the past. Maybe. And I don’t mean to hurl this at HBS women as an “I told you so,” because the fact is, when we reach the end of our journeys (wherever that is, as far as I’m concerned), we should have the right to be respected as the person we are, and not judged by a “used to be.” The “used to be” was never a fault of our choice or design.
But it is apparent that today, in 2008, in the shadow of the looming RealID, the backlash in Gainesville FL or Gaithersburg MD, and the story of an Australian transwoman who was seriously assaulted over a “used to be,” that we can’t expect GRS surgery or any other avenue toward stealth to provide any guarantee for our future.
For those who choose that path, I wish you the best of fortunes. In the meantime, those who remain behind still have work to do.

i can’t imagine having a relationship in which i wouldn’t tell my lover than i’m transsexual. i don’t believe that we can ever know another person so well as to predict their response to that kind of “news”, and i don’t believe, like you, that we can be guaranteed our past won’t eventually “catch up with us”. i’ve never dated a man who didn’t know, before the first date, that i’m trans. to me, it’s a matter of trust and honesty.
yes, i can understand why a transwoman would not want to tell. but i wouldn’t feel comfortable in a relationship in which i couldn’t be totally honest and open about such a significant part of who i am.
i know some transwomen don’t think of their transness as a significant part of who they are. and that’s fine - i respect that. for me, i dilate twice a week, i have estrogen shots twice a month, i have a son and an ex-wife - it would be impossible for me to be myself and never speak about that part of my life.
i choose to remain, and help out with all the work.
Okay, not exactly relevant to this post, but I am in love with your blog. These are exactly the same issues that I’ve been wrestling with as of late, and I suppose that we’ll just have to accept that we’re on “a journey once begun and never ending.” But it’s great to see someone else also traveling in tandem. Keep up the great work!
My personal quote:
I never was the man they thought I was
I can never be the woman I know I am
But I will always be Me
Denise Holliday,postop, MTF, Father, Husband, spouse Brother/sister/uncle/aunt . . .
www3.ns.sympatico.ca
Dunno. I can’t see myself living totally in isolation, away from my own people, ever.
And I can’t see living with someone I’d have to lie to everyday, but, I do understand why and how others get there. It’s their right, really and they earn it by going through hell during the time of their lives that they can’t do the stealth thing.
But, yeah. Srs doesn’t stop anyone from identifying you as an “ex-man.” In Greece there was a case, a while ago, of a post-op woman who was “revealed” to be “a man” post-humously by a coroner… who obviously had it in for transwomen in general, as it transpired later. He tried to get her burried as a man. Big story and I don’t remember all the details, but, it goes to show.
Stealth is such a fragile state and it makes me think it must drive you totally paranoid.
Of course, no one desreves to et beaten up for not telling her lover about her medical history, but like NexyJo, I can’t imagine getting into an intimate relationship with someone without divulging that information up front. While no one desrves violence for keeping it secret, violence happens, and what Ms. Fell did was dangerous. And yes, I too can understand the desire to forget our past, yet there it is, captured in childhood photos and permanently etched into the minds of relatives and old friends. Trying to hide it over the course of a long-term relatationship would be a constant source of worry.
I just have to respond to Denise’s reply. This is so beautifully and honestly expressed.
This pretty much summarizes things, doesn’t it?
I think so.
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First up, as an Australian man, I want to apologise for Mr Jacobson. We’re not all like that, although he’s not Robinson Crusoe - this kind of story crops up with depressing regularity, usually with a kind of smug ’should’ve told them beforehand’ attitude from our mainstream newspapers.
My point and my hope is that the attitudes of society are changing for the better. It doesn’t help much now if you’re getting the hell belted out of you, but I see society continuing to shift toward, not tolerance, but acceptance. I see androgynous boys in fishnets and eyeshadow on the train; I see my best friend coming out at thirty and buying a house in a small redneck town with his partner with barely a ripple noticed.
Could he pash his boy in the main bar of the local without carpark consequences? Probably not. But a generation ago, he’d be heckled in the street. A generation before that, run out of town. Perhaps he’d be free to express that love in 25 years.
Makes no difference to the here and now, and Mercedes, I’d be mad as hell and not taking it anymore too. But isn’t it good to know attitudes ARE changing? And before you out me as some kind of greasy chaser, I never appreciated how society wrongs its women before I dated a girl who’d been raped, and I never appreciated how society wrongs its transgendered before I dated a girl who’d been p**fterbashed. I don’t date them now, but that doesn’t mean I stopped being angry about what happened to either.
The circumstances don’t matter - men who hit women are scum.
Thankyou Marmalade. See everybody, real men do exist.
“real men do exist”
yes, they do. i married one. and i’ve met a few more in my travels. lets hope they are a breed that lives long and prospers.