I have travelled a little in the course of my transgendered experiences, and met t-folk from several continents. Always it is remarkable to discover how much we share in common, despite the superficial differences in our lives. The path appears never to be without pain, but some societies appear to do better than others at grappling with the challenge. The Guardian this week published a fascinating piece about the Muxes (transgendered people) of the Oaxaca region of Mexico. There is a charming accompanying film, which if not accessible via the link above can be reached through YouTube. While the transwomen of Muxes in this film have struggled to understand and define their own identities, it is heart-warming to see the degree of acceptance that they have experienced in a society that lacks many of the privileges we enjoy in Western Europe. Their courage is remarkable, but what comes through powerfully is the strength of the acceptance they find in their mothers – there is no force of nature so powerful as a mother’s love.
Just a girl next door...I was born male, but from my earliest years a part of me deep down always wanted desperately to be a girl. She has grown up with me, and needs to escape, breathe the air and walk the green hills of Yorkshire from time to time. Although she's concealed by clouds for most of the time, the girl within is tied up with all that people think is best in me. These pages give her a little space to articulate how she feels. View all posts by Karen Smith