What my gender transition taught me about womanhood

Paula Stone Williams |  Nov 2017

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TED Talker/연자

Paula Stone Williams

American pastoral counselor

Former president of the Christian church planting organization Orchard Group

I was the CEO of a large religious nonprofit, the host of a national television show. I preached in mega churches. I was a successful, well-educated, white American male. I knew from the time I was three or four years of age I was transgender. In my naivete, I thought I got to choose. I thought a gender fairy would arrive and say, “OK, the time has come.” But alas, no gender fairy arrived. So I just lived my life. I didn't hate being a boy. I just knew I wasn't one. Went to college, got married, had kids, built a career. But the call toward authenticity has all the subtlety of a smoke alarm. And eventually decisions have to be made. So I came out as transgender, and I lost all of my jobs. I had never had a bad review, and I lost every single job.

It's not easy being a transgender woman. People sometimes ask, "Do you feel 100 percent like a woman?" And I say, "Well, if you've talked to one transgender person, you've talked to exactly one transgender person. I can't speak for anybody else." I feel 100 percent like a transgender woman. There are things a cisgender woman knows I will never know. That said, I am learning a lot about what it means to be a female. And I’m learning a lot about my former gender. I have the unique experience of having lived life from both sides, and I'm here to tell you, the differences are massive.

So I'll start with the small stuff, like the pockets on women's jeans. Can't put a phone in there. Paper clip, maybe. Or the sizing of women's clothing. Do the numbers mean anything? What is a double zero? And ladies, I doubt you've thought about this, but do you know there is never a time in the life of a male that he has to worry about whether or not an article of his clothing is accidentally going to drop into the toilet? Not a long sweater, not a belt, nothing. Never even a passing thought. Now I get my hair cut about half as often as I used to, but it costs 10 times as much. So I can go on vacation or I can get my hair cut, I cannot do both. I keep bumping into gender differences everywhere I go, sometimes literally. I’m walking down the hallway, and I just bump into it. There’s nothing in the way, and I just bump into it. I think, what's that about? And I know it's going to leave a bruise because now that my skin is thinner, I have bruises absolutely everywhere. How I experience my sexuality is profoundly different. It's less visual and more holistic. Less of a body experience and more of a being experience. I cannot count the number of times I've said to Cathy, my former wife, "I am so, so sorry." 

I just didn't know what I didn't know. There is no way a well-educated white male can understand how much the culture is tilted in his favor. There's no way he can understand it because it's all he's ever known. And all he ever will know. And conversely, there's no way that a woman can understand the full import of that, because being a female is all she's ever known. She might have an inkling that she's working twice as hard for half as much, but she has no idea how much harder it is for her than it is for the guy in the Brooks Brothers jacket in the office across the hall. I know. I was that guy.   

And I thought I was one of the good guys. Sensitive to women, egalitarian. Then came the first time I ever flew as a female. Now I've flown over 2.3 million miles with American Airlines. I know my way around an airplane. And American was great through my transition, but that does not mean their passengers were. The first time I flew as Paula, I was going from Denver to Charlotte. And I got on the plane, and there was stuff in my seat. So I picked it up to put my stuff down, and a guy said, "That's my stuff." I said, "OK, but it's in my seat, so I’ll just hold it for you until you find your seat, and then I'll give it to you." He said, "Lady, that is my seat." I said, "Yeah, actually, it's not. It's my seat." But I'll be glad to hold your stuff until you find your seat." He said, "What do I have to tell you? That is my seat." I said, "Yeah, it's not." At which point the guy behind me said, "Lady, would you take your effing argument elsewhere so I can get in the airplane?" I was absolutely stunned. I had never been treated like that as a male. I would have said, "I believe that's my seat," and the guy immediately would have looked at his boarding pass and said, "Oh, I'm sorry." I know that because it happened all the time. The flight attendant took our boarding passes, she said to the guy, "Sir, you're in 1C, she's in 1D." I put his stuff down in 1C, he said not one single word. And of course, you know who was next to me in 1F. Mister "Would you take your effing argument elsewhere?" So my friend Karen, who works for American, came on the plane to give the pilot his paperwork. She left and waved goodbye. When I got to Charlotte, she called me. She said, "Paula, what happened? You were as white as a sheet." I told her and she said, "Yeah. Welcome to the world of women." 

Now the truth is, I will not live long enough to lose my male privilege. I brought it with me when I transitioned. 
A lot of decades of being a man. But that doesn't mean I don't see my power diminishing. Let me tell you another thing I've observed. Apparently, since I became a female, I have become stupid. Yeah, I guess it's the loss of testosterone and the arrival of estrogen that has caused me to lose the brain cells necessary to be a fully functioning adult human. Either that or I'm as smart as I ever was, it’s just now I'm constantly being subjected to mansplaining.  

So I was in my local Denver bike shop, and a young summer employee said, "Can I help?" And I said, "Yeah, can the frame of an older Gary Fisher mountain bike start to flex and bend enough that it causes the rear brake to rub?"  He said, "Well, disc brakes need regular adjustments." I said, "I know that. And in fact, I do my brake adjustments." He said, "Oh, well, then your rotor's bent." I said, "Yeah, my rotor is not bent. I know a bent rotor." 
With condescension, he said, "Well, what do you want me to do?" I said, "You could answer my question." At which point Kyle, the manager of the shop, stepped in, he’s such a sweetheart. He said, “I think you’re probably right. Let me ask you a question. Do you only get a chirp coming from that rear brake when you're pulling hard uphill?" 
I said, "Yes, exactly." He said, "Yeah, that's frame fatigue." I wanted to fall at the feet of Kyle and call him blessed. Someone was taking me seriously.

This happens all the time now. I have to go three or four rounds with someone before I get a direct answer. And there's a deeper issue. The more you're treated as if you don't know what you're talking about, the more you begin to question whether or not you do, in fact, know what you're talking about. Right?  I understand a woman's tendency to doubt herself. Do you ever notice if a woman is in a meeting with a group of men and she knows she's right, she apologizes for it? She says, "I'm sorry, but I don't think those numbers add up." You know, you don't have to apologize for being right. 

Since I'm new to this gender, I asked my good friend Jen, I said, "What are women looking for in men?" She said, "Women are looking for men who will honor our uniqueness, who will realize our gifting is not lesser, it's not weaker, it's just different. It is, in fact, more comprehensive. And it’s essential.” Now, of course, there are men who do honor women, lots of them. Like my good friend and fellow pastor Mark, who always draws out the best in me and then seems to take pleasure in watching me lead. We need more men like Mark who are willing to honor and empower women.

I know I'm going to keep bumping into additional differences on this journey. But let me leave you with this. To the women, I offer my heartfelt thanks. I often feel like an interloper. A late arrival to the serious work of womanhood. But you show me grace and great mercy. I want you to know, you are far more capable than you realize. You are more powerful than you know, and you reflect the best parts of what it means to be fully human. And to you guys, who are probably feeling more than a little bit uncomfortable right now. I do understand. I never thought I had privilege. But I did. And so do you. What can you do? You can believe us when we tell you that we might, we might have equality, but we do not have equity. It is not a level playing field. It never has been. You can be a part of the solution by elevating us to equal footing. You uniquely have that power. And to all of us, do you know who I think about a lot? I think about my brown-skinned daughter. And my brown-skinned daughter-in-law. What do they know that I’m clueless about? What do any of us really know about the shoes in which we have never walked?  It's hard being a woman, it's hard being a transgender woman. As a man, I just didn't know what I didn't know. Would I do it all again? Of course I would. Because the call toward authenticity is sacred, it's holy, it's for the greater good. 

For 45 years, my father was a fundamentalist pastor. My mother is even more conservative. When I came out as transgender, they rejected me. I thought I would never speak to them again. Last January, I took a chance and called my dad on his birthday, and he took my call. We talked for about a half hour, and about a month later I asked if I could come for a visit and they said yes. And last spring, I had a delightfully redemptive three-hour visit with them. I've met with them twice since. But that day, toward the end of the conversation that first day, my father said a number of precious things. As I stood to go ... He said ... As I stood to go, he said, "Paula ..." He called me "Paula." He said, "Paula, I don't understand this, but I am willing to try." My father is 93 years old, and he's willing to try. What more could I ask? I hugged him so tightly. One man, willing to give up his power because he knew what he knew. That he loved his child. And he was willing to do whatever it takes to honor the journey of another. Thank you.

 

• Words&phrases/어휘공부
  • naivety : trust based on not having much experience If he compromised himself, then it was because of his political ignorance and naivety. 
    
  • alas:  an expression of sadness or disappointment, especially when there is no hope that a situation
  • subtlety: the quality of being subtle Listening to the interview, I was impressed by the subtlety of the questions.
  • cisgender : = cis. someone whose internal sense of gender corresponds with the sex the person was identified as having at birth 
  • effing : used to add force to an expression. Some people might consider this offensive He's such an effing nuisance! 
  • mansplain : to explain something to someone in a way that suggests that they are stupid; used especially when a man explains something to a woman that she already understands: I've just had a guy mansplain my own job to me. 
  • interloper : someone who becomes involved in an activity or a social group without being asked, or enters a place without permission Security did not prevent an interloper from getting onto the stage at the opening ceremony.