Recently I’ve been wondering how much longer I can keep this gender transition-themed blog going. When I started the blog, just a few weeks from one year ago, transition seemed to be an endless well of ideas and experiences capable of fueling the blog’s engine for all time. But now?
I’m frankly running out of steam on the topic. While I don’t claim to be finished with transition my any means, my life isn’t about transition any longer. The distinction is important.
I still read a lot of transition blogs – though admittedly not as many as I once did. I keep looking for some hook to make writing about the same kind of stuff seem relevant to a life which has moved into normalcy. I haven’t found it yet.
This revelation pains me in a way. I never intended to become someone who transitioned and then disappeared. While I have longed for a normal life, I have always maintained strong empathy for those who still suffer from the condition I’m increasingly looking back upon.
But I’m struggling to find any relevance in joining the life I am now building with the transition culture I’m unexpectedly leaving behind. These things, I am finding, are not alike. You cannot live in them both at once. One will win out.
I don’t want my life to all be about the “trans” aspect anymore. I understand how and why that stuff remains important to some. But that isn’t what I’m about. After a certain point it isn’t remotely descriptive about the kind of person I am.
I would like to think there is nothing about my new life which is closed off to anyone – the trans aspect is neither excluded nor required. When it comes to anything important I have to say, I welcome any and all challenges to this belief.