Transgender is a seesaw between monstrosity and invisibility; people
either hate you or can't admit that you exist. I even forget that I
exist sometimes, but I knew it with sharp anger when when my mother
sent me a newspaper article entitled "Slaying of transgender teen
haunts city". Tacked on was a post-it note saying "Be careful,
Luke." The sword in some pictures doubles as a phallus and a castration
device; the threat is always implicit.
