Parents With Inconvenient Truths About Trans #transphobia pittparents.com
I miss your carefree laughter, the one in the natural, male timbre you have practiced to banish, and vanquished with the help of wrong-sex hormones.
I miss being able to look at you without cringing. Your artificially hairless face, long unruly hair, clothing that helps you flaunt the bodily effects of hormones that were never supposed to be taken for life - and by males - are stark reminders that you have rejected what Nature bestowed upon you.
I miss being free to call you by the name we so lovingly gave you; the classic essence of it, the maleness of it, the meaning of it; the name you threw away in a process that took a signature and a postage stamp. The name that defined you more than just superficially. The name that represents your true identity - no matter what you, and your blind supporters may believe.
And because I am not free to use the name you were born with…I miss calling you by a name that isn’t an endearment - the default I must resort to using, and have, for the past five years.