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Trust Your Trans

How Trans Folk Help All of Us to Be Ourselves

Late November 1992, I was in the theater with my very-pregnant wife, Pam, our son, Paul (4-½), and daughter, Cesara (2-½), to see Disney's latest animated blockbuster, Aladdin. Both our kids and Killian-in-the-womb had countless times watched on video Beauty and the Beast and endlessly, at the behest of Paul and Cesara, acted out Beast's transformation triggered by Belle's falling in love with him.

Seeing my true self as fairy tale.
Sitting in the theatre for Aladdin, I felt only a beastliness about myself that left me feeling hopelessly cursed.