The Greatest Lie Part 13

Does Life Imitate Art?

I love technology, in spite of the stereotype about girls. Although I was a guy, at least outwardly, until a year ago, I think I was always inwardly a girl. According to the stereotype, we girls are supposed to be indifferent to anything more technical than the designer covers of our cell phones. Still, I just can't help myself: I enjoy mastering new technology.

Even though I look like a girl now, there are still bits of that geeky little boy I once was in my personality, bits that will never go away, like my love for gadgets.

This doesn't really bother me. I think many people, maybe most people, transgendered or not, have splashes of the other gender dribbled onto the canvas of the gender they present to the world. And, dear readers, whether trans, CD or not, this generalization includes most of you. Otherwise, why would you be reading my story?

I am sorry if I have offended you, but science and psychology support me in this. I feel sure that if people could get comfortable with their gender duality then they wouldn't react so violently when encounters with transgenders remind them uncomfortably of their own duality. Perhaps then we would not be mourning the murders of Brandon Teena or Gwen Araujo, and perhaps people like Alec and my father would not have rejected me with such cruelty.

I am so glad that I live in this age of the Internet and high technology, which has made it possible for me to learn about myself, and to realize my dreams for myself. The new communications technology has brought so many of our community out into the open and together.

I was certainly also glad for another bit of high technology when I tried to call my former porno director: Pavel's office phone forwarded my call to his cellular phone. After an annoying delay, he answered in a voice that sounded as distorted as it sounded faraway.

"You're where?" I shouted into the digital cacophony.

"Sao Paulo," came the choppy answer.