Over the last several years, there has been a belief in some circles that the increase of transgender people over the last decade is some sort of "social contagion" brought on by the evil influence of the internet.
Myths are often greater than reality.
I am no stranger to trans mortality.
This Pride season, I have a new enamel pin on my jacket, displaying the five stripes of the transgender pride flag. They are within the shape of Mickey Mouse's head.
I really don't want to talk about Caitlyn Jenner. Rather, I find myself in the unenviable position of having to write about Jenner. As a transgender writer in 2021, it is largely unavoidable, and as such, I am resigned to this fate.
For the moment, I want to speak to those readers who may not think of themselves as transgender.
Right now, transgender people in America are under assault.
As I've written about many times before, we live in unprecedented times when it comes to trans rights.
Two films on the American Film Institute's list of top 100 movies ever made have something in common.
Members of the right have a problem. For the last four years they have been able to stay safely tucked behind the insanity of the Trump presidency, knowing that as long as they stay quiet and toe the line, they'll be in power.
There often comes a time when a nonbinary or transgender person comes out that a friend of theirs will cast them as being inherently brave or courageous doing so.
Like many, I watch more than my fair share of videos on YouTube, usually going between various cooking programs, music videos, and the occasional restoration video.
A decade ago, I had a rare opportunity. Rushed onto a flight in the middle of the week, I made my way to Washington, D.C. I had been asked, quite at the last moment, to go to the White House to discuss transgender issues.