5 things nobody told me about transitioning.
Sorry for the wait! I’ve been hard at work over on my other Tumblr writing and drawing another comic called White Noise, which I hope y’all will check out when it starts up in August. :D
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Day of Silence
Yes, today, 4/20, is National Day of Silence to promote awareness about LGBT issues to the broader communities in which we live. I have chosen not to participate in this day for a few reasons.
1. I don’t believe that we should be silent any longer. To me, silence resembles the closet. I believe that if we want to educate people about our issues, being silent isn’t the way to go about it.
2. We’ve been silent for far too long. Now is the time to raise our voices and take action for our own human rights. The right to education, jobs and housing. Important things that give our lives the quality they deserve.
This isn’t to say that I don’t support the message that DOS brings, I just believe that Day of Silence should be changed to a day of speaking out, a day of education, a day where we don’t put ourselves in the background, but instead command people’s attention to get what we want.
R. Nick Gorton is an openly transgender physician. He completed residency and chief residency in Emergency Medicine at Kings County Hospital, Brooklyn, NY. Dr. Gorton has a twice-weekly clinic focusing on transgender patients at the Lyon-Martin Clinic in San Francisco.
He lectures on transgender health care at medical schools and conferences. He has worked as a medical consultant regarding transgender health care for Lambda Legal, the Transgender Law Center, the Northwest Justice Project, the New York Legal Aid Society, and the Sylvia Rivera Law Project.
He is an active member of the American Medical Association GLBT Affairs Committee and the California LGBT Health and Humans Services Network.
By students and alumni of Abilene Christian University
Boi With an I, a poem
Boi with an i
A new kind of guy
Either way, we’re all men
Not hated, not tolerated
Not discriminated, but celebrated
Trans, cis, and in between
We know what we want, and know what we mean
Straight, bi, gay, poly, pan
We’re here, we’re queer, and we don’t give a damn
Boi with an i
We’re not around to try
And pass your test
To prove we’ve got more testosterone than the rest
With shapeless shirts and socks down our pants
Bandages and sports bras that make it hard to dance
Love and friendship directed towards each other
But society brings evil unto our brothers
So we form our own little family
And take up a shield against our enemies
Boi with an i
Describes me, myself, and I
My gender a many-layered web of male
I owe you no explanation and no tale
It doesn’t matter how I present myself
If I’ve got skirts and heels upon my shelf
I know who I’ve been, and I know who I am
A feminine, masculine, androgynous man.