From The Desk Of The
April Orno Conference
"Activism for a New Era,"
my TransSupport workshop
will be called "Activism
for Being Oneself": (You
can quote the following)
"In this workshop we will
discuss the TG person,
asking who is transgendered,
why is it important for
us to think of gender
seperately from sexuality,
and where is society going
and how are each of us
fitting into a society
with changing gender and
Rainbow Millennium: Activism
For A New Era
TransSupport would like to be a part
of this. I hope that MainE Gender
REsource Support Sevices (Ms. Jean
Vermette) would also participate.
We would call our presentatuion
"The Trans-Gendered Person Of The
21st Century" and address such
topics and questions as, What do
we mean by "Transgendered"? Who is
transgendered (TG)? How does the
TG process fit socially, or how is
society changing - how do these
changes impact the physical and
mental focus of men and women
with regard to their gender
issues and sexuality? Why we
must think and speak of gender
and sex seperately.
- Antoinette Pezet
Several members have recently had surgeries. While we
wait for permission to use their first names, here in
the newsletter, our prayers go out to them for a quick
recovery... at the time this was reported, we were of
the understanding that all 3 surgeries were successful.
Jamie G. went to Montreal for a face-lift and bone red-
duction surgery. Regarding the experience Jamie says,
"The comments I have are: (1) It hurts. (2) It hurts more.
The day after the surgery I felt that nothing could be
worth that much pain, but the memory fades and the
changes stay, so now I feel happy about it. I definitely
like my new looks even though my wife says there isn't
enough difference to justify the cost (approx $8,000 US).
It was nice staying at the residence and getting to meet
folks going through GRS. Gives you a perspective of
what it's really like. They also had a video showing
the procedure. Doesn't look as gruesome as a facelift
but it's still looks pretty gruesome.
The bruising is going away and the swelling has gone
down some. The pain is mostly gone, but I still have a
feeling of tightness all around my face and a lack of
sensation. That should get better as the months go by."
Best wishes for a speedy recovery Jamie.
More to come soon, hopefully.
Since attendance at our monthly meetings is dwindling
more and more lately, and the newsletter is only being
mailed quarterly now, the important role of our newsletter
had become a lifeline to some, and a resource for others.
With this in mind, we'd like to include some columns by
one 'every issue' author, or many different people can
share a certain column from one issue to the next. Here
are some ideas: Physicians / Medical Professionals
On TG", and maybe something like Fashion, Haircare &
Cosmetics. If you have an idea for a column in our
newsletter, or if you would be interested in authoring a
column in our newsletter, please step up to the plate.
Public Awareness Push
Antoinette is meeting with the Director of Public Access
Channel #2, to discuss the making of a video PSA
(public service announcement), and is also looking
for help from one or two members, to make the video.
If we can get a one made, most Maine television
stations will be willing and able to air it.
"A LITTLE BEDTIME STORY"
by Jean Vermette
Marsha turned slowly in her seat to face Frank straight on.
His boyish grin seemed somehow strained and slightly
insincere. Without saying a word, she reached into her
purse, pulled out the revolver, and raised the muzzle
to about an inch or so from the end of Frank's nose.
His eyes crossed and the grin disappeared.
"So, you want to have a little fun, huh? You want the
ladies to put out for you so that you can have a good
time. You want people to do for you so that you can
get dressed up and go places and do things; but you
don't want any of the responsibilities. Well, I'm
afraid that's just not the way it works," she said,
waving the muzzle back and forth a little to accentuate
her words. "Now that I have your attention, let me
tell YOU something. This support group isn't here
for the pleasure of taking care of you. It's here
to give you the chance to help yourself. How do you
suppose that that's going to happen?" When Frank
didn't respond she poked the end of his nose with
the muzzle and said, "That was a question."
Frank's eyes uncrossed, and for a moment he looked
into the searching gaze of her dark brown peepers
surrounded by those beautiful, long lashes.
"Uuhm...uuhm...by...ah...taking responsibility for
my own needs?" he asked, hoping against hope that
it was the kind of answer she was looking for.
She smiled sweetly and batted her eyelids. "I
knew you weren't stupid. Now, how are you going
to take responsibility for your own needs?"
He thought for a moment. "Well, I...guess...by...
you know...uuhm...using the group for suggestions
and support for the decisions *I* make rather than
waiting for them to...ah...make decisions for me."
"Now you're getting into the swing of things!" she
said with a little purr in her voice. "And in
order to get that support you need to actually
make decisions and act on them, right?" Frank
nodded vigorously. "What else can you do?"
"Well...uuhm...I suppose I could be more active
...uuhm, in the group. I could...ah...take on
some duties and, kind of actively participate."
"Kind of?" asked Marsha, holding the revolver a
little steadier and raising her eyebrows a bit.
"No, no, really," exclaimed Frank, raising his
hands and waving them back and forth a little,
"I could REALLY be active in the group! I
could be helping other members!"
"It's so much better to give than to receive,
isn't it?" asked Marsha.
"Absolutely!" said Frank.
"And when we give to others we get so much more
in return, don't we?"
"That's what my mother always told me!"
"Your mother was a sensitive and caring woman.
But then, most women are sensitive and caring.
I think that's why men want to emulate them."
"You think so?" asked Frank, forgetting the
revolver for a moment.
"Isn't that why you're here?" asked Marsha
seriously. "You know, sometimes I just get
SO upset! I mean, all these people come and
want to join the group and feed us all this
bull about wanting to get in touch with their
feminine selves, and all they ever do is sit
on the butts and say 'me, me, me'! How can
they ever expect to become sensitive and
caring if all they every care about is
themselves?!" She was gesturing wildly and
waving the pistol around with abandon.
Frank was cringing and trying to duck at
the same time.
"Look," he said, trying to calm her down,
"maybe it's not quite as clear cut as that.
I mean, maybe sometimes people don't step
forward because they feel like...well...
like they're being put off. Just last week
I made a suggestion to Clarisse and she
brushed me aside."
"Did you think she was wrong in doing so?"
"Yes, I did!" he replied.
"Well, then, why didn't you speak up?
Clarisse isn't dictator here, no one is.
This is everyone's group, everyone is equal,
and EVERYONE needs to pitch in and help if
it's going to survuve. You want it to survive,
don't you? I mean, how are you going to get
any support from the group if the group isn't
even here because you sat on your duff and
kept you mouth shut?" she asked, poking him
in the chest several times with the revolver
as though it were a finger.
"OK, OK," exclaimed Frank, closing his eyes
and expecting the worst, "I get the point!
I'm going to be more active in the group!
I'm going to start being responsible for my
own growth! Now will you please put that thing
away before it goes off?!"
"Off?" asked Marsha, looking at the gun as
though she had just noticed it.
She shrugged her shoulders. "I doubt it
would," she said, putting it back in her
purse. "It's out of water."
Love, Jean Vermette
The greatest art is to lead an ordinary life in an