Corey Maison:a Hero!

Corey, watching the video made me cry, and cry hard. It reminded me of my youth, long before the Internet was here to tell me how to fix me–I just wanted to be another girl, a sister, not a brother, with long, flowing pretty hair. I too discovered that I didn’t fit in with boys—-they liked to hit hard (I was hit hard) and mixing with the girls was out. I’ve spent years keeping the public safe, and alive, including LGBT events, even before I transitioned, still clueless that my body could be fixed. I have a daughter that’s a few years older than you, and her safety is always my top concern, which made me feel your pain from bullying.
When I began my transition, I chose to be open, because gender for me is no shame or crime that I should hide. I knew it would cost me, and indeed it soon did. Despite having volunteered to protect the Constitution by serving six years in the USAF, the Constitution didn’t protect me from getting fired….well, just for being honest about me. Corey, I live with this pain every waking moment, and although I tolerate it, it has taken me to my outer limits of strength. I grew up a super obedient child….Catholic…altar boy. I learned that the world was violent and I cringed. I learned that the world was filled with promise–as long as I studied and worked hard. At 21, as a young USAF Sgt, I learned that God was more than just someone I had heard about–I will spare the details because only He could have moved the AF “mountain” just for me, after I asked Him for help–and I headed for home 2 months early.
At 24, as a young CA State “trooper”, I learned that parent’s don’t stick around forever, and with my father’s loss soon I lost my only close friend who remained faithful to me, years after I helped him get a job–although I was but 16. The two losses overwhelmed me and I bid the state farewell. Years later, I returned to public safety with Los Angeles County in hospitals and health centers, keeping many children safe. I will never forget the man I caught who had violated a little girl’s privacy, and the man who sneaked in through a dock door, upset about his girlfriend. He was armed but so was I, and I moved first and fastest…all ended well for everyone. After almost 3 years, I left public safety once more, but this time to stay home and raise my now-college student daughter. Those ten years set me back, and I still haven’t recovered, but I would do it all over again.
In 2010, I found out that all I had been told–by parents, teachers, other significant persons turned out not to be true. I found out that being skilled didn’t matter; that working hard didn’t matter; that studying hard didn’t matter; that being honest didn’t matter, but above all, that trans lives didn’t matter. The hospital that had just hired me, after I was honest about me, became afraid….very, very afraid. In fact they were so afraid that even HR wasn’t my friend, because they were worried about…..restrooms. Despite my best efforts to allay their phobia, days later I found out that America was indeed not the land of promise–if you were trans. I found out that, like WW II veterans of a darker color who returned home to find out that black lives still didn’t matter, my sacrifice of six years, two as a teen…trans lives still didn’t matter.
I remember that painful day….words escape me to describe the new depths of pain, and even now as I remember, it comes rushing in like unimpeded waters. I made a promise I keep daily and will until my last breath—-“hell hath no fury like a woman scorn” is a phrase we all have read, but I say “hell hath no fury that an ocean can extinguish, and so too shall be my passion”…to do as much as I can, as long as I can, as nicely as I can–not in the spirit of vengeance, but in the spirit of love and adoration… friend and foe….so that they will arrive at a place that they embrace my trans brothers & sisters, not reject them–especially trans youth with hearts tender and vulnerable, so that our yesterday’s will NEVER EVER be their tomorrows. Corey, you are the future, and despite fewer years in number, by far, you and other trans youth are my heroes.
You, as I, have dared never to hide in shame for gender is indeed innocuous, and above all, having courage even beyond my teen years as a teen, I “knows courage” when I “sees” it. I/we shall keep on educating others about the innocence of gender, even as they seek to criminalize it, and in return dear, you keep on being you and vow to never cower in fear from those who lie about us. You are the change, and change is what is and will save lives, because yes, all lives matter, and so do trans lives as well. Blessings to you and more importantly for your family, because making love conditional upon birth sex is a condition that too many trans teens have found unbearable. The first order of any parent is to love their children, without conditions–unconditional love. ♥


About Trans Sisters United

We have come. We have seen. We have conquered our past, but we shall never cease fighting for the future---of those who follow. God is real, even if many Christians have chosen not to be.

Posted on 2016/06/03, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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