Lost: male privilege

I was up at my family’s place in the country over the weekend. Intent on making sure my son had a fantastic time, I invited three of his friends, and some of their parents.
There was only one man present: A., a Master’s candidate in fine arts, of Colombian extraction. Someone who should be keenly aware [...]

Silently crossing the passing point

I seem to have crossed the passing point. People who I encounter in everyday life assume I was born a woman, almost without exception. Even my voice, which is still enough to get me called ’sir’ over the phone, seems to pass muster when backed up by my appearance.
Everyone used to stare, or double-take, or [...]

Transsexual surfing student bamboozles intellectually-challenged teacher

I’ve been a bit reticent to mention my recent trip to Hawaii in light of the global economic meltdown. No one wants to hear about frolicking in the tropical Pacific when the chips are down.
But it’s true–I just got back from Hawaii, where my family spent two weeks celebrating my parents 40th wedding anniversary. It [...]

My partial passability can be confusing

Yesterday, I found myself in Richmond Hill, a sprawling suburb to the north of the city. The best coffee going was Starbucks, and so I was in Starbucks, getting a coffee.
I suspected that the woman behind the counter clocked me as trans when she took my order. When she turned to make my coffee, her [...]