Jacky linked to a post about being glad to be queer.

I like reading these sorts of things, because there’s a lot of self-hate floating around in the trans and queer communities. I think that often we are so quick to defend our selves with our helplessness, that we forget that it is more empowering to remember we always have a choice.

Its not healthy to repress one’s natural desires, this is true, but we still have a choice to do so, and sometimes it works out ok. I don’t think that ‘not having a choice’ is an effective argument for being any flavour of queer. We are who we are, but we still have a choice to act or not to act. I could *not transition* if I wanted to. (It would probably be easier) However, the alternatives aren’t that pretty.

I am proud to be queer, and to be trans. I don’t think I have anything to be ashamed of. It takes balls to step up and truly be ones self. I don’t want to hide behind a wimpy mumble of ‘but I don’t have a choice…’

Someone asked me why I thought I was trans, if I thought it was my mothers fault.
Maybe it was because my father ran off, or because of androgens in the womb, or because of genetics, or because my mother made me her best friend when I should have been her child, or because I was molested. Maybe its because I want my brother not to be the last man in the family. Maybe its because I am grasping at male privilege.

But you know what? IT DOESN’T MATTER. I’m not that concerned about the WHY of things. I am more concerned with my life as it is right now.
Why I’m trans doesn’t matter. Whether or not its a product of nature, or nurture, or just a particularly convincing delusion I am under, it really doesn’t matter.
My choice is all that matters.

There’s nothing wrong with being queer… so why does it matter if I choose this path?