Over at The Washington CityPaper one of my favorite columnists — Amanda Hess — did some critique of what I said in my diary entitled MMC L.A. Memorial Service For Christine Daniels. In Hess’s article A Eulogy For Christine Daniels (And Not Mike Penner), She wrote:
After Penner’s death, transgender activist Autumn Sandeen spoke to the importance of identifying Penner as Penner. “In my heart, I know her as Christine. In my job as a writer, I have to think of him as Mike,” she said. “I would love to remember him as Christine, but he didn’t give us that opportunity, and I’m going to be sad about that…How he identified was important. We can’t just pick and choose how we want to identify someone. I’m militant about that, but I’m frustrated at my own militance.”…In death, how do we reconcile a person’s public and private lives? After he publicly detransitioned back to Mike, Penner indicated that he still wanted to be identified as Christine to his minister and a very close friend of his. That’s private. In his professional life, however, Penner was still writing columns as Mike and presenting outwardly as male. At the memorial service, the Reverend Dr. Neal Thomas made Penner’s private identity public by delivering a eulogy remembering Christine Daniels. In death, should we defer to Penner’s wishes in life by keeping his private identity private? Or should we pay tribute to the reality of her life by finally publicly eulogizing her as Christine?
Well, I have two answers to the public verses private identity. The simple, easy one is from the GLAAD Media Reference Guide‘s Transgender Glossary:
NAMES & PRONOUN USAGEWe encourage you to use a transgender person’s chosen name. Often transgender people cannot afford a legal name change or are not yet old enough to change their name legally. They should be afforded the same respect for their chosen name as anyone else who lives by a name other than their birth name (e.g., celebrities).
We also encourage you to ask transgender people which pronoun they would like you to use. A person who identifies as a certain gender, whether or not they have taken hormones or had surgery, should be referred to using the pronouns appropriate for that gender.
Christine told us through her minister and her close friend Susan Horn how she identified:
I never stopped being Christine.
And…
Don’t you ever think I’m not Christine.
When I didn’t know how she identified after her detransition to living again as male, I identified her by male pronouns and used her male name because when one doesn’t know how one identifies, the Associated Press and GLAAD styleguides tell journalists to refer to a person by how the person presents his-, her-, or hirself. Now that I know how Christine identified herself, I’m referring to her by the female name by which she identified herself, and using the pronouns appropriate for that gender. To not identify Christine as Christine when I now know that she identified herself as Christine would be to erase her expressed female gender identity, and the name she associated with that identity. I will not participate in erasing Christine’s self-expressed identity after her passing.
The second reason in much more complex, and much more personal: The second reason is that the closet kills trans people.
[Below the fold: What can the trans closet look like, compared to "out," Out," "OUT," and stealth, as well as how I feel the closet kills trans people.]Before I explain why I feel the closet kills trans people, I need to explain how I’m using terminology.
So first of all, there is a difference in trans community in living closeted and living stealth. For transsexuals, I’d personally define one way of living in the trans closet as having a gender identity that doesn’t match one’s public gender expression (for example, knowing with certainty that one’s gender identity is female, but presenting oneself publicly to the world as male). Living stealth, by contrast, would involve having a history of gender expression that doesn’t match one’s the sex one was assigned at birth, but transitioning to have one’s gender identity matching one’s gender expression. Living completely stealth would mean not telling anyone at all of your past history of having one’s gender identity not matching the sex assigned to one at birth — usually assigned at birth by the shape of one’s genitalia.
So, to describe this in personal terms, if I had chosen to be stealth, I would have transitioned socially from male to female, have plans to (or have had) genital reconstruction surgery to align my genitalia to the genitalia normally associated to the sex to which I publicly present, and then have “disappeared” into my target sex. I would have disappeared into a life where no one with whom I associated with on a day-to-day basis would be aware that I am a transsexual, or that I had history of male gender expression before I transitioned to have my female gender identity and gender expression match.
However, I didn’t choose stealth; I instead chose to live out of the closet.
I would say that even living out of the closet has degrees. Such as, there is OUT in all capital letters (as I chose to live my life — out in the public in almost all circumstances), out with a capital “O” (living out in the public in many situations, but not out in a significant number of situations), and out in small letters (living out of the closet only with close friends and in selected environments, but otherwise living a relatively stealth life).
There are many good reasons for transsexuals to live more stealthy existences than I do. One set of reasons has to do with living free of harassment discrimination — If one is known to be of cross-sexual history, then one is more likely to experience harassment and discrimination in one’s day-to-day life. Another set of reasons has to do with being portrayed as either “pathetic” or “deceptive” — Read the article Skirt Chasers: Why the Media Depicts the Trans Revolution in Lipstick and Heels by Julia Serano to get the take on how those two societal perceptions/depictions of trans people play out in western society.
And that leads us to another good reason to embrace stealthiness: Being out of the closet on any level means that many will see one as a member of some third sex, instead of being seen as a member of one’s target sex. Frankly, when I out myself to people, I’m often not seen as fully female by the people I out myself too. And then, folk start asking inappropriate questions about my genitalia and medical history. Frankly, living out as transsexual and/or transgender means often not having a fully male or fully female life experience.
I had the opportunity to choose whether I was out of the closet as transsexual; Christine Daniels never had that chance. Being a well know sportswriter at one of the five most highly regarded newspapers in the United States (Christine’s paper being the Los Angeles Times, and the other four most highly regarded newspapers being the New York Times, the Washington Post, the Wall Street Journal, and the Dallas Morning News) , Christine Daniels’ transition from presenting as Mike Penner was always going to be news. By outing herself in the article Old Mike, New Christine she was the one who framed her transition for the rest of the media.
But even in framing the discussion publicly, Christine never had the opportunity to just be Christine Daniels the sportswriter. Instead, she became Christine Daniels, the transsexual sportswriter who used to be Mike Penner. When I last talked to Christine in December of 2007, she lamented how she could never just be seen as a woman.
Which takes us to stealth. Christine would have no doubt been much happier if she could have lived a stealth life, or at least an lower case “out” life instead of a upper case “OUT” life.
Which is to say I chose to be OUT; but Christine was just OUT because of who she was before she transitioned, and there was no process of her choosing to be OUT — much as travel writer Jan Morris had no process of her choosing to be OUT.
Christine was much more quiet about her detransition to presenting again as Mike Penner in the fall of 2008. I do know that she was under a lot of stresses, and many were specific stresses pushing her to detransition..
The public news about Christine that came next was her completed suicide. We know what she said about why she transitioned to Christine:
I had to do it. It was this or die.
Talk to most transsexuals, and you’ll find that most have contemplated suicide — I know I have. It’s hard to deal with personal housing, employment, and public accommodation issues that are often associated with harassment and discrimination; it’s hard to deal with family members who don’t accept transition; it’s hard if you’re a person of Christian faith and the religious right says you’re not a Christian and you’re living in sin; it’s hard to deal with lesbian, gay, and bisexual members of the lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender (LGBT) community who don’t treat trans people as equal partners within the alphabet soup community; and It’s hard to deal with trans peers who are willing to rip deeply and personally into their peers at the slightest perceived error.
Add personal stresses to this mix — such as illness or death of a family member, financial problems, being a public figure etc — well, transition either makes one incredibly strong, or transition breaks one.
When transitioning people — or people of transitioning history — feel broken, distressed, and/or depressed, these people who are part of the trans community I belong to, detransition and/or contemplate suicide; more often than we’d like to think, these folk in the community I belong to complete suicide.
Detransitioning rarely relieves all the stress of having transitioned. In coming out as trans and detransitioning, one loses heterosexual privilege in the process of detransitioning; and then more often than not one is back to living with a gender identity that doesn’t match one’s gender expression.
I believe this is what Christine was dealing with in her last months; having a female gender identity, and trying to present herself to the world as male, which she earlier identified to the world as a death sentence for her.
To my peers whose gender identities don’t match the sex assigned to them at birth, I say this: live stealth, out, Out, or OUT, but strongly consider living out of the closet — which is in this context is to say “Live your gender truth by matching your gender expression to your gender identity.” Living within the closet, as I’ve defined the closet within this article, doesn’t kill everyone who lives in that closet, but it does kill far too many of us.
I believe the closet killed Christine, or at least played a major role in what killed Christine — that person who presented to the world as Mike Penner when she self-identified as Christine.
If I call Christine Daniels by her male name, knowing now how she self-identified, I feel I’d be erasing the soul of the person who knew herself as Christine, and tacitly endorsing the closet for others whose gender identities don’t match the sex assigned to them at birth.
I’m very, very comfortable calling the person who self-identified as Christine Daniels — while in her last months of life presented herself to the world as Mike Penner — by the name she associated with her female gender identity.
The closet kills. I’m just not going to tacitly endorse a closet that kills my peers.
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I Don’t Call It “Stealth”Perhaps it is a result of having SRS so long ago.
I use “coming out” or “came out” to describe starting treatment.
Because I was so obvious I was never in a closet.
But stealth seems sort of weird for me to use as well. I have a left wing anarchist blog for people with transsexualism that isn’t hostile to people with transgenderism. According to some my having a trans oriented blog makes me a trans activist. And perhaps it does.
I don’t hide my friendships with sisters and brothers yet I do not share my medical history with most people or feel comfortable marching.
But then what is stealth? It seems everyone has a different definition. For some activists it is anyone who doesn’t constantly proclaim. For others anyone who even tells their partner isn’t.
Maybe it is time to replace stealth with the acknowledgment that there are as many ways to manage the disclosure of ones history with trans prefixed words as there are people associated with those words.
Thanks again AutumnI just love your sensitivity in explaining sometimes very complex trans issues in such a straight forward and understandable way so that this gay man can understand you and other trans folks better. Bravo and keep up the great work.
I think I ‘get’ your deliniations of outness or lack of from living stealth to being OUT. But I also agree with SuzyQ that this can be a fluid thing.
I am a gay man and I consider myself OUT however I rarely ever speak to strangers or even coworkers about my sexuality, my health, my preferences, etc. So even though I am OUT, if someone wants to perceive me as straight for whatever reason I do not necessarily correct them, etc. The bottom line is that I truely advocate all GLBTQ people to come out to celebrate the true person of ones existence but I also respect everyones personal choice to live as out or as stealth as they see fit. One size does not fit all.
I only have one exception to this and that is when a closet case is spewing hatered against the same persons that they are. e.g. closet case gays who rant against gay people.
Anyways, thanks for your thoughts as they mean a lot to me.
Cheers
This is why I defined how I was using the term stealth.Stealth really is one of those terms that has several meanings, so I wanted to define how I was using the term in the context of this article. I don’t like the word either, but it’s the word we have.
And I agree, there are lots of gradations to being out of the closet. That’s what I tried to label in this article, although I don’t think I did a perfect job of it.
That said, I guess my real point is that you live your gender truth; I live my gender truth; many folk whose gender identity or gender expression doesn’t match the gender norms for the sex they were assigned at birth live their gender truth…But, in the last year of Christine’s life, Christine didn’t live her gender truth. And, we both know that Christine’s choice to not live what she knew to be her gender truth played a major role in why she completed suicide.
What happened to Christine just has to stop. Communities need to start embracing care and compassion for people who identify as transgender, transsexual, and/or trans — or whatever — and embrace the idea that not only is it unhealthy for these folk to live in the closet (in the one sense of not living their gender truths), but it’s also unhealthy to expect that all these folk should live OUT in all caps.
There is all kinds of diversity to embrace in community beyond ethnicity, gender, and individual labels — and one of those diversities beyond ethnicity, gender, and individual labels is found in the diversity of the many gradations of being “out.”
I wish we, as community, all embraced that concept that……one size really doesn’t fit all.
Rigid boxes just don’t work.
And of course, you are so very welcome. =)
A lot of deep pondering had to have gone into your essay, Autumn, . . . . . . particularly with regard to the degrees of “outness” thing. It was very thought-provoking.
If I had to self-characterize my “degree of outness” using your UC/lc system, it might be “OuT” – if I were medically able to have had my surgery, I would have had it years ago. Being identified within the binary as a woman, but still having what my spouse refers to as my “minor technicality,” I experience a legal system in which I am “female” for some purposes, and “male” for others (the latter representing the only positive thing having the “minor technicality” involved, and that was being able to get a New York marriage license last year, though with a lot more difficulty than a straight-cissexual couple would have had). I experience a society in which I am accepted by many as who I am, by others who have no idea, and in which still others (all of the last being complete dolts) see me as some kind of deviant freak.
Why the lc “u” between the UC “O” and “T?” It’s because, as I put it often enough, “I don’t wear my Transexual Menace t-shirt to the Stop’n'Shop.”
Perhaps the following was the deepest thought relating to this in your essay:
Frankly, if I had been able to get the medical clearance for surgery back in 2003-4 (which is about when I should have been scheduled, but for the medical letter), by now I might have come to or been close to a point where I might have decided that it was time to move on and “just live my life.” Certainly, after GENDA is eventually (perhaps this year) enacted in New York, I might have been in a position to decide to leave the rest of the work to others.
Western society expects “the binary” – and none of us whose ontological experience involved brains that in at least a critical component developed along one binary line, and genital ducts that developed along the other binary line, can ever be fully and completely a part of one of the binary sexes, except by way of inclusion by way of “reasonable accommodation.”
Being stuck in a situation in which the current legal “reasonable accommodation” I can expect is to be legally female for some purposes only, is about as annoying and frustrating as still having the “minor technicality.”
By mid-March, I should have an idea as to whether my quixotic lawsuit against the New York City health bureaucracy will be allowed to proceed. I had to get a court order just to get my birth certificate so I could get the marriage license, I figured I would see what else I could do – paying over $300 (it could have been $3,000 for someone who needed a lawyer) to get a $15 birth certificate record was not enough “bang for the buck.”
I’d like the health bureaucracy to recognize the advances in scientific understanding that have occurred since 1965. At the very least, if the case survives the City’s motion to dismiss, I should be able to establish that the original assignment of “male” was factually incorrect, even if I don’t succeed in establishing that it should have been “female” (which I shouldn’t, since I don’t have an absolute entitlement to the “reasonable accommodation,” and I did have that wollfian duct development that’s still painfully obvious), I should be able to get to the “blank” that they used to give post-ops before 2007.
In this way, being female on my driver’s license won’t conflict with my birth certificate, even if it is not fully consistent. We’ll see how this develops.
Moving to poor Christine, you wrote:
With 20/20 hindsight, if Christine knew up front that she could not deal with the all UC “OUT” existence, she could have chosen to do what transsexual women often did, and still sometimes do, to have gotten to the “out” or even “stealth” existence. She could have quit her job and moved to another city. Then she could have taken a job doing something else other than sportswriting.
Rather than detransition, or even after detransitioning didn’t work out, she might have been able to quit her job, change her name again, “disappear,” move to another city and start life all over again.
Perhaps these options were not available to her, or she did not see tham as viable or attainable.
It has been just over a decade that I have been me full time. My “collateral damage” involved loss of family, home, faith community, friends and job – but that all happened before January 16, 2000. That day, the day after I lost my job, was perhaps the nadir of my transition process. With everything in my life having been lost, there was no other direction I felt I could go but forward.
When I started being me 100% of the time on January 16, 2000, I had not had a single “zap” of electrolysis. It was still a month and a half before I legally changed my name. It was still a few months before I started getting counseling. It took me until September of that year to get a temp job, about a month after the unemployment ran out. Until that two week temp job came through, and then (because I am really good at what I do) kept getting extended (I was at that nice white-shoe law firm until shortly after 9/11), I was looking at another downward spiral. I would have postponed the inevitable by selling my car, but If I had gotten to the point where all my resources ran out, I don’t know what I would have done. The way it was, I had two episodes of ketoacidosis, one of which (occurring after my ex started dragging me back into court a couple of years after having taken everything, looking for more) put me in intensive care for three days, that I can relate to an inner sense of hopelessness that led me to not care about my meds. Perhaps one might see those as something on the order of passive-aggressive suicide attempts.
In any event, perhaps Christine did not see any alternative, no way out other than ending it all. At least someone knew how she still identified and communicated that, or, as you had been doing before you knew, the memories of many of those who knew her would have been of the man she really wasn’t.
May Christine, though I did not know her, rest in peace and be remembered.
WowInsightful, excellent writing.
TRiG.
Thank you.One thing about working through my mental health conditions, it’s left me pretty self-aware.
And, my Mom is a thoughtful contemplater. Whether by inherited biology, or by learning from her as I grew up — or perhaps a little of both — I’m also a thoughtful contemplater.
So, thank you so much. I very much appreciate you positive comments about what I wrote.
Indeed Autumn and there are a lot of people in the closetStats for crossdressers are estimated from 2% of the population all the way to 10%.
And they are very much in the vast vast majority closeted. Often wracked with self acceptance issues, regular attempts to ‘quit’ and purging all their cross-gender items only to then have to acquire more when the ‘quitting’ fails.
For many of the non-binary and bi-gender Transgender people there are even less legal protections as many of those that do exist either are based on sexuality or have surgical requirements and/or fulltime requirements adding further reasons to stay closetted or to make life very difficult being out.
Not to mention the demonisation and scapegoating of many of them as ‘fetishists’ in the media and even our own communities.
Little surprise then that one of the largest parts of the TBLG community is also one of the least represented and least out.
More, much much more, needs to be done to help gender-diverse people leave the closet, have safe accepting and welcoming spaces to enter, to ensure the rights of all sex and gender diverse peoples are fully included in TBLG efforts.