I Was Once A Boy Named Lombardi

Imagine, you go to work in your dress shoes, black suit, buzz-cut hair, red power tie, and nobody pays you a second look. But, the second you get home, you kick off your shoes, and don high-heels, the suit is replaced with a dress, your short wig is taken off, and you let your long curls fall, and your tie is in the closet, with a necklace in its place. Such hiding of true feelings is not an unheard concept in the transgender world. Millions of transgender people will never express their true feelings in their lifetime. This is similar to The Intruder by Andre Dubus, Kenneth Girard a

My life started with my long and hard birth on July 14, 1993. I came into the world with a large scream and was immediately placed into some sort of category. The doctors and nurses took a quick look at me, and pronounced me as a girl. This social label of being a girl was now my gender, which is something I had no say in. Every since that very moment in time where my parents were told I was a girl, I have been treated according to my gender. This meant that my parents automatically dressed me in pink, bought me dollhouses and kitchen sets and threw me Barbie themed birthday parties. Since I was surrounded my whole entire life by these things, it was almost like second nature to think and act the way that I did and still do. My

Scholars have been critical of the medical establishment’s and state’s involvement in constructing and policing of transgender identity. These kinds of pressing issues have occupied the small existing literature. There is not much information and studying what is being done on transgender in traditional areas, family studies research, such as their dating behavior and formation of intimate relationships in adulthood. There is little research on the issues around being parents, their children’s experiences with having transgendered parents, as well as relationships in the family as a whole, and relationships in work and school.

Born to an enslaved black woman on a plantation in Virginia. I no longer know what I was born as, for I was renamed after the slave master. Catherine MARSHALL, name added insult to injury. That identity did does not belong to me. Taken away quite early for no reason other than to cut her free of my love and affection. It worked because I have no feelings toward my mother nor do I remember a single detail about her. I witnessed the hanging, torturing and killing of who I knew to be my blood relatives. I had become numb to it. No family, no sense of belonging. I currently know nothing about myself for. How old am I? What’s my real name? Do I have any family left? No sense of cultural identity. I am rootless.

In Abby Ellin’s article, “For Transgender Women, An Extra Dose of Fear,” the experiences of Abbie Paige, along with a variety of other transgender women, are discussed. Most notably, it has been asserted that as a result of being transgender, not only do these individuals face an increased risk of being subject to physical danger, but they also must conform to what society deems as absolute. For example, even though certain individuals may not be cisgender, or have a gender identity that aligns with their sex, they still must use facilities which their surrounding society deems appropriate. Additionally, as a result of the lack of acceptance and equality in the political economical hemisphere, people who drift away from their assumed gender roles may face extreme difficulties when attempting to get healthcare services.

Gwen, is a Caucasian transgendered female between the ages of 31-40 years old. She initially came to counseling to quit smoking. After conquering this goal, and suffering from withdrawals, she still was not happy with herself. As her life took a whirl spin, she also lost her job. She experienced periods of depression from living as a male and often thought about transitioning to the opposite sex. She became a bit confused, and often put it off because she was confused about really made her happy in life. Gwen’s mother notice the unhappiness she was experiencing within herself and offered her support in assisting in transitioning to the opposite sex.

I have grown tired of the suitors who have pursued me so far. Let them wallow in their ignorance. I am a girl who has made an art form of fitting in rather than standing out. I fit in so well that no one detects I am a transgendered female. I stay to myself, bother nobody, and share

To understand this problem better, one must first know what identifying as Transgender signifies. Being Transgender is when one does not identify with their biological sex, it is a feeling you can get as early as two or three years of age (“Gender and Gender Identity at a Glance”). Being

Mercedes Ruehl, an Oscar and Tony Award-winning actress, once claims, ”Nature chooses who will be transgender; individuals don't choose this.” Janet Mock is a natural-born girl, but God puts her in the wrong frame. Society and her family should not blame her to be a transgender youth. People should give respect and support for those who suffer from the trouble to identity themselves. However, her childhood experiences with finding and expressing her gender identity is not going smoothly.

Why? Because they would call me “crazy”, “dirty”, “I think she became lesbian” Why would I care? Because where I am from and probably where you are from too, society doesn’t accept you if you are an “offbeat”. Now I am here surrounded by people who think the same as me. I was doing pretty good, since one day I came back to my dorm and opened my facebook and saw the news: “The badly mutilated body of a young transgender woman who went missing last week has been found BURNT by the side of a road in Istanbul.”. She was a transsexual sex worker. She was the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, I stayed in her apartment to observe her daily life as being a Kurdish transgender sex worker because she had the two unaccepted identities; Kurdish and a transgender. It was hard for her to live in a society which doesn’t even accept a woman with hairy legs. She had difficult times through out her life. Hande came up to a decision and she decided that she was living a life where no one recognizes her existence. It was the same situation as Claudie Rankine talks about in her piece Citizen “ Even as your own weight insists you are here, fighting off the weight off nonexistence.” She wanted to be recognized; in order to be recognized she tried her best to let go of her background. When I first saw her she was trying to talk to me

When you were born you didn’t have a choice what gender you are. You were either born a female or male. Luckily most people are fine with their gender they are. But some people aren’t like happy with the gender they were born with ……..like transgenders. You may know what transgender means and you may have just heard it around before but not know the full meaning, transgender is a person that the sex they’re born with at birth is different from who they feel they are in the inside. For Transgender kids more specific transgender students aren’t allowed to go by their gender identity ( the gender that they feel they are in the inside ) but some schools have allowed it. The big problem is the

Lombardi’s early years. Vince Lombardi was born on June 11, 1913. His grandparents were immigrants from Italy. As a child his life was full of all the necessities of his that he would need including a comforting house. His life was based on the Catholic religion. He quickly learned that hard work was everything. So at a young age Lombardi helped his father in the family butcher shop. He learned how to cut up meat and carcasses and he didn't really like that job. Little did he know that all of that meat moving was helping shape him into an athletic body. Which helped because as a teenager he began to fall in love with sports. He played football with friends and was mostly in control and organized the games. Lombardi went to Cathedral high school

After tons of research i could no longer deny what i had discovered. A wall of bricks fell on top of me as i told myself it was time to stop hiding the truth. I was pansexual, meaning attracted to all genders. To clarify i am not attracted to everyone i meet and it is not the same thing as bisexual. Moreover, i have discovered that there was a sea of people who identified other than male and female. Yes their sex was male or female but gender is a total different thing which i now understand is a social construction. As i was processing all of this a thought bounced back and forth in my head. My breathing was no longer steady and tears began to roll down my horrified face as i also knew that many hate crimes were committed to people like me. As i walked through the crowded hallway with my hair hiding me and my head down, i had become a cowered turtle hiding in its

It’s the year 3028. Most of the ocean has been explored, mermaids were found. Most humans don’t know it, but the apocalypse has happened; it involves kids and phones. Also, pigs can fly. Aliens haven’t invaded...yet. My human name is Madison Montgomery and I call myself a female. I don’t exactly remember how I came to be, but I know i'm different. They tell me that I was grown in a lab; I believe them. I remember my home being a petri dish, until I grew too big for that. I remember having my cartilage skeleton being pieced together and learning how to control it.

Transgender students’ rights have significantly improved since the past three decades. According to the University of Massachusetts, American education in the 1970’s dismissed the rising number of transgender individuals as “a rapid [growth][…]of mental illness” (UMass 18). According to an analysis done by Susan Stryker, it was not until the late 1980’s when “The first organized transgender community [was formed]” and even then “transgender individuals and students were officially classified as psychopathic” (Stryker 4). Health and institutions of psychology abroad in America were intent on disavowing transgender individuals and students as mentally ill, and only through small increments was any change proposed.