If I’m a Stranger Now, I Will Be a Stranger Forever (Reflections on Testosterone)

A cursive lettered tattoo that reads,

My favorite tattoo and my simplest one, too. A reminder.

I was at a poetry reading when an older butch woman sat down next to me and started to talk to me about her experiences in the lesbian communities of San Francisco.

Typical Bay Area. Queers chatting up queers. And for a little while, it was just an ordinary conversation for two gays in the Bay.

But then I looked at her. I mean, really looked at her. I saw the creases in the corners of her eyes, the years settling into her smile, her pixie cut graying.

“I wonder who I’ll be when I’m her age,” I innocently thought to myself. “I wonder how I’ll look…”

That’s when I panicked. I faked an important text message, pretending that some urgent situation had suddenly arisen. I picked up my things, said a hurried goodbye, and took a long, solitary walk on a hiking trail nearby.

It wasn’t getting older that scared me, per se, but the thought that I might spend the rest of my life being seen as a woman, as something I was not. It was the idea that I would be trapped in a body that felt alien to me well into old age, and with it, bearing a lifetime of misgendering, dysphoria, and invisibility.

I had a tendency to only think of my life in terms of the here and now – something of a survival skill I’d perfected after years of living with bipolar disorder.

But the thought that I would endure this kind of pain for life, the pain of being alien to oneself and misgendered by everyone else, made me realize that my transition wasn’t just about the here and now.

I could survive in this body today, but what about five years from now? Ten years from now? Twenty?

Could I really do that? When I reach the end of the line, counting down the days in my old age, when I look in the mirror, who do I want to see staring back at me?

And while I could nurse my wounds each time I heard “she,” and I could pick myself up when my dysphoria knocked me down, and I could swallow my pain and shelve it for a more convenient time, it finally occurred to me that it was not something I could keep doing for the rest of my life.

Today, maybe. Tomorrow, maybe. But all the tomorrows to come, all of the days I have left?

As adamant as I was about staying put, fear shackling me in place, I’d forgotten how the world still moves forward, with or without me.

And it was there in the woods, the smell of eucalyptus hanging in the air around me and my heart pounding through my bound chest, that I promised myself that I would put the gears into motion.

I promised myself I would get on testosterone.

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Transition is not always simple, and not always certain.

Sometimes transition is guesswork – discarding what you are not to get closer and closer to what you are. Sometimes transition is not precise, just in the way that the beautiful pictures in our minds are never quite as beautiful when we manifest them on the page.

Being non-binary, neither a man nor a woman, is something like that. It’s knowing what I am not, and creating new spaces, new expressions, new ways of being to get closer to what I am.

I avoided testosterone for a long time. I thought, “Why should I have to choose? Can’t I just be?” It took years before I understood that not taking testosterone was just as much a choice.

There is risk in not acting. There is risk in staying the same.

Just because it isn’t precise, that doesn’t make the endeavor less worthwhile.

So I take another step. I throw another dart with the hopes it’ll strike near the target. I pick up the brush and let it kiss the canvas.

Gender has always been intangible. And when dealing with the intangible, we use what tools we have to articulate our truth – the closest approximation.

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This September, I am starting testosterone.

I know, I know. I’m genderqueer. “If you’re not a man and you’re not a woman, what’s the difference?” they might ask. “Why do this?”

Because standing still and wishing away the pain will not douse the fire.

Because if I’m a stranger now, I will be a stranger forever.

Because all I can do is stumble my way through and hope that, on the other side of this, there is a reflection staring back that no longer scares me.

Because they will not bury me with breasts. Because they will not bury me under a false name like they did to Leelah. Because they will not mistake me for a woman at my funeral. Because they will not bury me in someone else’s body when I die.

Because of all the tomorrows that are coming.

 Sam Dylan Finch is a queer activist and feminist writer, based in the SF Bay. He is the founder of Let’s Queer Things Up!, his blog and labor of love. With a passion for impacting change through personal narrative, Sam writes about his struggles and triumphs as genderqueer and bipolar with the hopes of teaching others about his identity and community. When he isn’t writing, he’s probably eating takeout and dancing to Taylor Swift.

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8 thoughts on “If I’m a Stranger Now, I Will Be a Stranger Forever (Reflections on Testosterone)

  1. Laura P. Schulman, MD, MA says:

    Sam, I’m going to ask you a question that I’ve wanted to ask you for a while, but was hesitant to ask for fear of offending you. If I do, I apologize. So..since you are heading more in the “he” direction with testosterone (I took it for a while, and stopped when it sent my bipolar into space), then which gender are you most attracted to? I had a transgender “boyfriend” who was genetically male, but was in fact a lesbian. Suited me just fine! Too bad s/he turned out to be an asshole…really, it doesn’t have to be as complicated as society makes it out to be. Allowing ourselves to be who we are…why does it have to be so hard? But it is. So back to the original question…

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  2. UnknownJamie says:

    A real powerful piece, thank you for sharing it. It’s courageous to be able to look forward and understand who you will be, to know what will be acceptable and what won’t, it’s brave to take the decision to accept you understand yourself enough to assert to know how you will understand yourself in the future. Tomorrow is coming, and for now there is today 🙂

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  3. AberrantAnderson says:

    I hope that this is the right path for you and that sometime soon, before you become that woman’s age there will be a revolution. I hate how people insult others for not conforming to society’s norms when it comes to pretty much everything. But gender is a huge problem that needs to be addressed and now. Personally my sex and gender are both female, I’m not affected by the same problems you face. But, I really hope the majority speaks out for the minorities soon because with how few people are genderqueer, trans and anything in between I’m not sure there will be the revolution we need unless others take a stand. I don’t completely understand the feelings of being confused or ridiculed for my choice of gender. But, I understand everybody deserves to be treated like people. I’m sure your blog has increased the understanding of many people including myself and I’d like to thank you for all the contributions you’ve made.

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