It is with the greatest of trepidation that The Guide presents its chapter on transgenderism. For instance, the author recently sent the following e-mail to a university professor who is renowned for his incredible sex education course saying, "I'm really struggling with how to present transgenderism. Do you have any suggestions?"
The professor, who has always been generous with advice, replied apologetically that he struggled with trying to understand transgenderism. He said, "Be sure to let me know what you come up with."
Transgenderism has many layers and variations. Its expression can range from when a sexy-looking girl wears her boyfriend's clothes out clubbing, to when a person endures thousands of dollars of surgery and cosmetic hell to become a member of the other sex.
Transgenderism has its own vocabulary and nuances, including words such as "packing," "tranny bois," "tranny fags," "transitioning," "drag queens" and "drag kings." Even the terms transgender and transsexual are nuanced, with a transsexual being someone who wants to completely change gender by going the full nine yards with top and bottom surgery, while transgender is more of an umbrella term whose range extends from the girl who packs a fake set of male genitals in her jeans to the role-bending straight couple where mama pegs papa in the rear with a dildo.
Rather than trying to provide an overview of the transgender scene, which is still evolving and defining itself, it would be quite an accomplishment if you left this chapter with an appreciation of some of the different possible combinations, and how complex it can be for those readers who live it
as well as the for the family and friends who love them.
Around here, when you need help explaining something fundamental about sex, you turn to baseball. After all, what sport in creation has donated as many fundamental sex terms such as Getting to first base or Hitting a home run? And while the following quote from Yogi Berra wasn't about transgenderism, it was certainly in the ballpark: "90% of this game is mental, and the other half is physical."
So meet Clive Deacon, who spent the better part of eight seasons in the Carolina League. Given that this was the minor leagues, Clive had lots of time to think. Especially during the year when he started with the Lynchburg Hillcats and ended in Winston Salem, with stops at Durham and Myrtle Beach.
Clive Deacon was a pitcher. He was good enough to stay on a roster, but didn't have the stuff to go any further. One of the things that occupied Clive's mind were his feelings in the locker room, particularly during shower time.
While the other guys would be thinking about which of the local girls were going to show up after the game, Clive would be thinking about sex, too. But the sex he was imagining was being done to him instead of by him. And it was being done by one of the better-looking players, and not up the butt. Clive kept imagining that he was a woman who was being sexually ravaged by one of the boys of summer. Clive thought a lot about being one of the local girls who showed up after the game.
Clive knew about gay cruising and baths and gay bars. It's not like any fans would recognize him if he did it. He'd even had opportunities with players, but Clive wasn't homosexual. He had no interest in guys who were gay. That's because he wasn't gay.
As the seasons progressed, so did Clive's awareness that he felt like a woman and needed to become one. More and more, as he soaped his hairy chest and pulled his dick out to pee, it felt like he was touching the body of someone else. These were parts that belonged to a man, and they symbolized being a man. Clive had less and less use for them. By the time he reached Lynchburg, it felt like aliens had stuck on the penis and had given him the hairy chest.
