I'm jealous of my FtM transgender friends. There. I said it.
I probably live in a little bit of a leftie (in terms of coasts and politics) bubble. I'm a gay man aged 34. I'd happily be described as a progressive and have lived in San Diego, Los Angeles and San Francisco - cities with large LGBT populations. I have many friends in the LGBT community - several of them transgender folks. As I watch my transgender friends finally experience perhaps the beginning of their civil rights tipping point I celebrate. I celebrate with them through every social, cultural and legal victory. I do. But, I also find myself increasingly jealous of them.
In the past year, I have been invited to participate in no fewer than 19 in-person fundraisers or online crowdsourced fundraisers for Female-to-Male transgender friends looking to cover the cost of their top surgery - breast reduction/removal procedures. I've been to several and I've donated a few bucks where I could, but at a dear friend's fundraiser last week, I had to leave after 10 minutes as I was filled with such jealousy, I felt like I was going to burst.
There is a system. A community. A very public and supportive community safety net for trans folks - at least in liberal enclaves like LA and SF for trans folks in the midst of transition that doesn't and probably can't exist for men suffering from severe gynecomastia. It would be unthinkable for me to organize a fundraiser to have my "manboobs" surgery, because this is still considered a cosmetic procedure. It would be like having a fundraiser for a nose job - at least that's how it would be viewed by most people. And, then there are the even luckier trans folks whose insurance now cover partial or even the total cost of hormone therapy and top surgery.
I've been through three layoffs since 2008. Right before my first layoff, I was about 80% of the way saved up for my gynecomastia surgery. Then I was laid off with 2 weeks severance. It took me more than a year to find another job and I eventually had no choice but to live off of my surgery savings. I'd been saving to have the operation since I was 20. Then, at age 28 I was within six months of securing the funds needed for surgery - including all possible fees, transport costs etc and before I turned 29 those funds were completely depleted just to keep the lights on and food in my fridge. I then faced two more layoffs - in 2010 and 2014. And when you experience those many layoffs, let me tell you, you have to make tough financial decisions - like buying groceries instead of making your car payment. My credit which was stellar before my first layoff is now completely in tatters. I'd be hard pressed to get approved for a credit card with a $100 limit let alone secure a private loan.
So, here I am. 34 going on 35 with severe gynecomastia. Hiding from the world. I've lived in California since I was 10. I haven't gone to the beach or swum in a pool since I was 13 and my breast tissue started developing. I haven't been able to form any meaningful romantic or sexual relationships because I feel like a foreigner in my own body - but just the top half. Forget relationships. I've never kissed another man. Or romantically embraced another man, because letting someone feel my breasts is unthinkable to me. It's doubly hard as a gay man. Gay men's interactions with each other - whether they're friendly or romantic - are so connected to our sexual identities that I sometimes get anxiety when hanging out with a big group of my gay male friends. I feel like they can all see right through me as this imposter. This man living alone and afraid to let another person touch his body. I have to make up lies about my supposed sexual encounters so that I don't seem like this freakish 34 year old virgin. This is so much more than a physical... symptom. This condition has totally broken and stunted me psychologically, emotionally, spiritually. But, because it isn't gender dysmorphia, this is just considered a "cosmetic" issue. I'm approaching 1 year since my 3rd layoff and I'm hopeful that one of the six interviews I have set up for the next two weeks will finally lead to a new job that will allow me to eventually rebuild my savings. But at this rate, I wouldn't be surprised if I'm unable to have the savings built up again until I'm approaching 40.
I think that if my 20 year old self could look ahead and know that I would still be in the exact same place nearly 15 years later, I would have felt so... desperately helpless.
So, I don't know. I just needed to vent and admit that I am seething with jealousy at all of my trans friends who have the avenues to obtain surgical solutions to their problems while I have to just smile at the sidelines and cheer them on, strapped beneath the oppressive weight of my gynecomastia vest and these years of psychological misery.
Can anyone else relate, or do I sound like a nut job?