My name is Georgia Lee McGowen. I am just one of thousands of people, individuals who have lived, or are living a life totally unsuited to the core nature of their beings. I am what the world refers to as transgendered, but what I prefer to think of as dual rather than trans gendered.
I’ve considered the idea that one day, more than seventy years ago, that as the day came to an end and God had busied himself pairing up souls, spirits and bodies, and as He completed his work for the day that I was a left-over spirit, a spare part so to speak, with no matching female body and soul. So, rather than let a sparkling spirit like mine go to waste he grabbed the last body on the assembly line which happened to male and plunked me in there with this other spirit that would be named George after his father and grandfather. Of course I don’t know that for a fact, but the why of it will be the first question I ask God when I am at last face to face with him.
There are thousands at least and possibly millions of us who are genuinely in a body that simply does not match what we feel in our hearts and minds and there are at least that many more who struggle with a nature that is both male and female. Whatever the case it is a fact of nature that society in general has chosen to look upon us as aberrant, unnatural freaks to shut up in a closet rather than face and attempt to understand.
In an attempt to help all the normal people of the world understand and hopefully come to accept us I offer this thought for consideration.
If you consider yourself a somewhat normal male; that you are totally happy and content with the fact that your basic emotional nature matches the body you were given, regardless of the fact that you may wish it to be a more ideal male specimen; if all this is true in your case, how would you feel if our society said the following … to you.
“We don’t care a whit what you feel like, what you perceive yourself to be, what your emotional make up is, you have to wear dresses, high heels, shave your legs, your armpits, wear makeup and be dainty in general because we, society say so.”
And if you are a woman and you consider yourself a fairly normal female, that you are totally content with the fact that your basic emotional nature matches the body you were given, regardless of the fact that you may wish it to be a more ideal female specimen; if all this is true in your case, how would you feel if our society said the following … to you.
“We don’t care a whit what you feel like, what you perceive yourself to be, what your emotional make up is, don’t you dare put on a dress, or make up or shave your legs, or wear makeup. You have to wear clod hoppers, baggy jeans, muscle shirts, open the door for men, and in general, drag your knuckles, burp and belch because we, society, say so.”
If you can wrap your mind around that thought you will achieve some degree of what we in this trans and dual gender identity world have in the past and even now endure.
If you are a Christian who takes literally the admonition of Deuteronomy 22 verse 5, which states, “Women shall not wear that which pertains to men and men shall not wear that which pertains to women. The Lord your God detests those who do this.” If you are one of those people I urge you to do some research into the original Hebrew text and the context in which that verse was written. If you do that with an open mind I’m certain you will cease using it as a club to beat us with.
I don’t think I can state any more clearly the case for our plight in attempting to live lives in synch with the nature we’ve been given, or as I prefer to think of it for myself, the life God intended for me all along. A life which was planned in two parts, the part that George lived and the part that I am now living; all the experiences of both have brought me to where I am now and I have few regrets for any of it.
A few like me have taken the time to put our experiences in print in the form of autobiographies or memoirs. Look us up. Read our stories. Most of them are written by people who feel they were simply born in the wrong body. For me personally, my memoir “Dear Mom and Dad, You Don’t Know Me, But …” shares the struggles, joys and heartbreaks of a life lived in two parts with a soul in which two separate and distinct spirits reside.
In closing I come to the real reason for posting this. Recently the person the world has known as Bruce Jenner made a very public and advertised disclosure of a lifelong struggle to come to grips with a spirit which does not match the magnificent male body he was born with.
To you “Caitlyn” I express my undying gratitude for daring to expose your life to the world. If it wasn’t for your life as “Bruce”, the accomplishments of that life and the fame you acquired in that role, your announcement would have been barely a ripple, if that, in our society. I firmly believe that God created you as he did with this end in mind. By virtue of your courage you have given us a voice that we have needed and longed for; a voice that would cause people to finally stop and listen.
Most of all I admire you for always having put your family(s), especially your children’s, wellbeing ahead of your own personal wishes and needs. It speaks volumes to the quality of your character.
You have earned my deepest admiration and I hope that someday in the not too distant future, since neither of us is a spring “chick”, that I have the opportunity to meet you and become your friend. But, come what may,
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.
Love you exactly as you are. Thank you for writing from your heart. God loves all of us…Beautiful
Very well said Georgia. IO remember the day that you told me that you would never go full time because you enjoyed so much of your male activities. I made the point that you could still do it all as female, a tom boy as I had elected to do. I know that women can do anything men can do, it has been proven.
I am right now doing carpenter work helping my grandson set up his new body shop and loving it. He and all of his friends seem to accept me with no reservations. Not all of my children feel the same way but, that’s life.
I enjoyed reading your letter. Well said. Linda Bedore