Hi all,
Stephanie wrote:
In spite of any psychiatric or psychological theories, I simply cannot remember experiencing any sexual attraction to my mother.
Aye, and there's the rub, lass. Any good Freudian will tell you that these things aren't to be found in the realm of memory but, rather, in the realm of unconscious desires. Unconscious means not fully manifest in awareness. Thus--would say our Freudian--you
were attracted to your mother but could not even admit the fact to yourself (ostensibly because of the incest taboo). This would make crossdressing out to be a residual mechanism that operates in our conscious lives in order to safeguard our unconscious sexual attraction (or, at the very least, our emotional bonding) to our mothers in a way that bypasses the incest taboo. Some theorists have said as much, too.
Of course, for many, Freud was a sexually repressed Victorian drug addict, so whatever he had to say about sexuality can be seen as garbage flowing from a diseased mind. Genius or quack? Take your pick.
My own thinking on the matter is actually quite simple. Beyond the fog of "transgender gene" research and studies, there's the matter of simple bonding and socialization. Although there are exceptions (as there will inevitably be if and when a "TG gene" is ever discovered), boys who, throughout their early childhood, are emotionally and physically much closer to their mothers (or, really, to any significant female presence in their lives) than to their fathers (or significant male figures)
and who are socialized to value (and I mean
value, not just reluctantly accept) traditionally feminine occupations and characteristics (for example, helping with household chores--which was my own case--or, say, being encouraged to eschew boisterousness in favour of a more demure temperament or, again, to provide emotional support and care for siblings) are far likelier to exhibit some form of transgendered behaviour than those boys not brought up under such conditions.
But, hey! That's just me. The greater part of my own thoughts on this issue stems from my own experience first, and from my reading of the literature, second. And, yes, that would include literature steeped in the soon-to-be-obsolete "bio-medical" model.
Simone De Beauvoir once said that, "one is not born, but rather becomes, a woman." I think the same holds true of men. And the same holds true of crossdressers and transsexuals. Some may not subscribe to this view and, of course, that's perfectly fine. But they would do well to pay attention to the process of socialization. This process is extremely influential, partly (and precisely) because it usually operates on a subconscious level. The flood of belly-exposing 12 year old girls we witnessed after the initial rise of Shakira is but one example of this. When hypersexualization becomes a mark of a deeply desired "womanly girlhood," you can bet your bippy that many girls will associate womanhood with hypersexualization--
without even ever thinking about it (of course, the parents of these girls are very vocal in their own thinking about this!

).
What is more normal for a boy (oh! the irony!) who orbits the safe, caring, warm, sensual, and life-giving star that is his mother (or aunt, or step-mother, or older sister, or what have you) than to set her up as an ideal, as a model for his own course in life? Especially if there's an emotionally or physically absent father (or other male figure) in the picture? And this "will-to-trans" is doubly powerful--despite Fictionmania-like fantasies--when the mother (or aunt, etc.) has no real insight into the effect her own behaviour has on her young and impressionable male charge. When, as a boy, I used to sit on the edge of my mother's bed and watch her (while fondling the clothes she'd laid out on the bed for herself) as she got ready to go to work--doing her hair, applying makeup, getting dressed, etc.--I was a total innocent. And so was she. I'm sure she had no inkling that any kind of gender boundaries were being violated in any way. Even after her own mother (who lived with us for a spell) suggested to her that "it isn't normal" for a little boy to be spending hours brushing his mother's hair while she sat in her underwear only, my mother still refused to see that anything out of the ordinary was happening here. And I reiterate: she, just like myself, was an innocent in all this. (My mother has not a mean bone in her body; in fact, all her bones are loving and compassionate.) Nevertheless, here we witness the birth of a transgendered individual. Those that feel it's politically incorrect to point fingers at a child's parents or other emotionally significant guardians (after all, there ain't no instruction manual, right?) are free to go gene-hunting if they so wish. The outcome of these etiological debates will never change the fact that our most pressing concern, as crossdressers or transsexuals, is--given that this is who we are--how do we deal, here and now, with who we are? This trumps everything else. Because failure to do so leads to death--affective or otherwise.
Great thread, Kandis. Thanks!
Love,
CJ