Sunday, June 15, 2008

Dad of a trans and trans Dad

These are random thoughts about my Dad, the "Dad of a trans," and myself, a "trans Dad."

My father has been dead for over 20 years, but I think of him often. He was a great guy and I know he loved me, but I think he was a little uncomfortable around me because I was not a typical "boy" and because he saw me crossdressed for Halloween on a couple of occasions. On the other hand, when I crossdressed on Halloween, I remember my Dad warning me to be careful because other males might hit on me.

When my wife was pregnant, I hoped that our baby would be female because I feared that I might not be an adequate role model for a son. I was very relieved when a daughter showed up instead of a son. Turns out that my daughter has been very supportive of my transness; who knows if a son would have been the same.

Happy Father’s Day to all.


  1. AnonymousJune 15, 2008

    How very touching, Staci. thank you for your thoughts... esp. as to fathers on this Father's Day.

  2. AnonymousJune 16, 2008

    I have an eight year old boy. He is very supportive and encourages me to dress. He loves to make braids for me and feel my soft clothes. He is also very much a boy and would not get caught dead with anything girly!

    Of course, we do a lot of guy things together also.

    By the way Staci, I have recently found your blog and I love it.
    Thanks for such good work. My life is too busy at this time so I do not get to read it as often as I would like. But I cannot wait to be able to read it all!


  3. AnonymousJune 17, 2008

    My son found pictures while in high school, but since he worked at a local cable station and met several CD interviewees, it was no big deal. My daughter found my photo album a couple of years later, but being in an arts high school, just had a good laugh. No issues at all! Son even borrowed an outfit one Halloween and was made up by his fiance.

  4. Michelia --- Glad you enjoy my blog and that your son is suppotive.

    Marlene B --- I think our children's generation is a lot more accepting of diversity. (And maybe our own generation is a lot more excepting.)