I grew up in a small, valley town of Southern California. I always felt very alienated. I thought I had been reborn as a boy in the body of a female because I had done something horribly wrong in a past life. Every night I would say a prayer, asking whoever would listen to please let me wake up the next day in the right body. After a few years, I realized that no one was listening. I’m sure there were many boys out there lusting after George Michael, saying “Yes, you can be my Father Figure,” but I was sure I was the only one stuck in a girls body. Until the Internet was widely available, I had no idea that there was such a person as a trans-man. It helped me along my journey.
I first heard about the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence back in the 1990’s. I believe there was an anti-gay report happening on the news regarding San Francisco Pride. I saw a Sister in the background and thought to myself Who is That?! At the time I didn’t know who that person in the background was, I just knew they were fabulous. Later when I was able to do my own research about gay and lesbian issues on the Internet, I found more information about the Sisters. Most of the information said the Sisters were blasphemous but some of it said they were there to be compassionate to the gay community and fight for equal rights. I started noticing something about all the images I saw though. The different Sisters all appeared to be male, white, and thin. I wasn’t sure what this meant for me, and my journey into Sisterhood. At the time I was female bodied, of mixed ethnicity, and short and chubby. Where would I fit into this group?
When I was approached about joining a possible new aspiring mission in Sacramento, I soon realized where I would fit in. I would fit in where ever I made my space. The Sisters are about being who you are. People shouldn’t just be tolerated rather they should be equal. Tolerance is just a way to handle living with something that you believe is inherently wrong. The Sisters helped me to realize that I am exactly the way I’m supposed to be. Beautiful. I am here to show our queer community how beautiful they are. No one should be sitting alone feeling like they are the only one or that there is no one to talk to.
As a movement for equality, our community needs to remember that having equal marriage rights is awesome and just, but it isn’t the final fight. We can’t ignore the leather daddies, queens, fairies, gender queers, or trans men and women, just so we can say, “look, we are just like you. Like us.” We can all be different and still deserve to be treated equal.