J
JCPhoenix
Guest
I spent a semester in Mexico when I was in college and in my practicum I worked with male homosexual transvestite prostitutes.
One “woman” named “Carmela” had recently had a sex change operation male to female. I never would have known if I wasn’t told. I could only refer to her as “she” and wonder what happened to her.
The male transvestities were a little more difficult. They were definitely men, some more effeminate than others, but wore makeup, wigs, had “chests”, wether by hormones, implants or stuffed socks.
I made the mistake one day of walking in and saying, “Hola, todos”, implying the presence of men as there were 2 female staff present and 2 transvestites. I was thoroughly chastized (although in a gentle and playful manner) for using “todos” in place of “todas”, because, as Ruby told me, “We are all women here!”
I just nodded and agreed, but it still messes with my head. They were not women. They were rejecting manhood. I couldn’t really relate to them as men.
I learned to accept them individually as who they were and I still think and pray about them.
It makes me sad, because not only did I see how they suffered and learned some of their stories, but I also saw how they suffered and were persecuted in public when going about daily activities, same as everyone else.
They were and are beautiful children of God.
We are called to recognize them as people, but as to what to call them or how to refer to them? I still refer to Ruby and Titi (who was murdered “on the job” when I was still down there), and all of them as “she” because even though they are men, I cannot see them as men or women…they have created a “species” in between where they exist in their own world and within their own definition seperate from God.
And you cannot imagine the hell they experience every day.
Please have compassion for these people, and pray to Jesus that he have mercy on their tortured souls.
One “woman” named “Carmela” had recently had a sex change operation male to female. I never would have known if I wasn’t told. I could only refer to her as “she” and wonder what happened to her.
The male transvestities were a little more difficult. They were definitely men, some more effeminate than others, but wore makeup, wigs, had “chests”, wether by hormones, implants or stuffed socks.
I made the mistake one day of walking in and saying, “Hola, todos”, implying the presence of men as there were 2 female staff present and 2 transvestites. I was thoroughly chastized (although in a gentle and playful manner) for using “todos” in place of “todas”, because, as Ruby told me, “We are all women here!”
I just nodded and agreed, but it still messes with my head. They were not women. They were rejecting manhood. I couldn’t really relate to them as men.
I learned to accept them individually as who they were and I still think and pray about them.
It makes me sad, because not only did I see how they suffered and learned some of their stories, but I also saw how they suffered and were persecuted in public when going about daily activities, same as everyone else.
They were and are beautiful children of God.
We are called to recognize them as people, but as to what to call them or how to refer to them? I still refer to Ruby and Titi (who was murdered “on the job” when I was still down there), and all of them as “she” because even though they are men, I cannot see them as men or women…they have created a “species” in between where they exist in their own world and within their own definition seperate from God.
And you cannot imagine the hell they experience every day.
Please have compassion for these people, and pray to Jesus that he have mercy on their tortured souls.