Pet Project

A kitten from the Feral Cat Rescue Project, my photo blog about cat rescue - sized for desktop wallpaper.
A feral kitten, full of fear and hope, finds my camera lens… part of the Feral Cat Rescue Project – my pet project, so to speak. And this is my semi-annual mention of the fact that there is more to life than art…and more to me than these pages.

There used to be a saying, back when baby boomers thought they would live forever: It was something like, Live fast, die young, leave a beautiful corpse.

My philosophy, on the other hand, may be summed up as: Live love, die doing right, leave a better world. It’s not as catchy but it works for me.
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We Are Not So Smart

Thinking a philosophical wasteland. Part of the rural street photography project

I don’t know if it is good or bad but I have a natural insatiable drive to ferret out truth wherever it may be. It’s not easy. Human beings are naturally driven to assign meaning to all things, even ones that are truly meaningless – and this force is what really drives us in general. For me, however, truth has been the overriding drive, which has led to more than a little discomfort and sadness. Continue reading

My Home Growing Up in Bel Air

The title of this post relates to something we used to tell ourselves, and sometimes to others: It’s an old family inside joke, When asked where we were from, we would say, Bel Air. It sounded cool, or at least – normal. And it was partially true – because we lived IN a 1956 Chevy Bel Air coupe. Yeah, those were the days. We were homeless a lot….

We were homeless - We lived in Bel Air ..Chevy, that is.

We lived in Bel Air ..Chevy, that is.

I was a kid at the time and I didn’t exactly realize that this wasn’t normal. I’ve had an interesting life, anyway. I just thought I’d share this… Try to imagine living in a car like this with your alcoholic gun-slinging dad and chain-smoking mom. We mostly slept in national parks and other forests of Oregon and California. Sometimes on the streets, instead. There were even brief times where we had a house: Once in Chico, California and another time in Sacramento. Then just before my dad killed himself we ended up in an isolated farm house a gazillion miles from any human habitation. I guess it was something like The Shining, complete with the overacting but with guns instead of axes.  Good times.

I remember times when the only food was some flour mixed with water, cooked over a campfire on a stick. It tasted good. As I said, we usually parked somewhere in the woods/forest whatever…. I had several birthdays while living in a car or tent in forests.

6th Birthday, homeless

6th Birthday, homeless

Here we see a picture of me on my 6th birthday. Good ‘ol ambigendered me, dressed like a boy but clutching a doll under my left arm… I think the area is the woods outside Red Bluff, California, which is where we were living at the time. We didn’t call it being homeless, we called it camping. We just didn’t have a home to go to. I think we had the Bel Air at that time… Later, in this very car shown above, my dad would commit suicide, sitting in the driver’s seat. After that, my mom just gave that car to someone – so we didn’t even have a car for a while. It was actually an act of mercy and compassion, I think. My dad knew, as my mom knew, that he would have ended up killing us all if he had not killed himself, first. He couldn’t help it; his mental illness made him like that. He did the one thing he could do to save us. ….I will credit the homeless years with my early introduction and experience in street art. And while I am aware that some people are horrified by the things that have happened in my life, to me they are just part of my history and part of what has made me who I am.

It may seem funny, but if you grow up a certain way then you don’t realize that it isn’t normal. To you, it’s just life. And even as I grew up and finally realized that we had such crazy lives, what difference does it make? There are no do-overs, after all. I guess I would be a very different person but then I’d be a different person if I didn’t have ADD or whatever, too. It could be interesting, but that’s not the way things are. And really, I don’t have an overwhelming desire to be anything other than who I am, even if having a “normal” life sounds tempting from time to time.

Outcast Artist’s Have Birthdays??

Yes, it is true. I refuse to beg, however. I will simply note that July 12 is my birthday. I don’t actually remember it; I was pretty young at the time. It’s just another day.

It is a happy day for a few who are close to me.

It is perhaps a despised day for the haters out there who wish I was never born. Am I officially the most hated person in Tillamook county?

The world wonders.

But for those who care/want to be nice/ have pity/ etc….

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Let’s not forget art supplies, though! Especially if you are a devotee of Pagani art. And who isn’t? Nevermind… just check out my the Pagani Dick Blick art supplies wish list, and make someone happy today.

In any case, I’m just glad to be here… I think.

Confessions of A Hyperactive Mind

Storm Sunset at Misty by Pagani
Storm Sunset At Misty by Pagani

Since my fourth birthday, when I found myself sitting on a curb contemplating the nature of time, I’ve realized that my brain is wired a little differently than the rest of the world. Some would just conclude that I must be crazy, but that would be an over simplistic analysis. By that standard, Einstein and da Vinci were crazy, too.

As a person born with a hyperactive analytical mind, I spend more time thinking about deep things than the average person. I probably do as much in depth analysis in a day as the average person does in a lifetime. There is no bragging here; only a realistic statement of the facts.

You might conclude that this is basically worthless. After all, I’m not rich or famous, am I? No, I’m an outsider..an outcast. For every person who believes I am a genius, another thinks I’m deranged. And if money is the standard of human worth, perhaps I have nothing to show for my brilliance.

Well that much is at least partially true. However, whether my labors will be worth something is a tale that can only be told with the passage of time. I write things, and someday what I write might mean something. I don’t only write, however, I also invent.

One of the things I invented many years ago was a referential form of comedy I called abstract expressionist humor. I gave it that name because it involved short statements that were very funny – IF you knew something. Ignorant people would simply be perplexed.

An example of abstract expressionist humor: “This just in: Thousands of atheists riot in the streets after discovering a blank sheet of paper on a cartoonist’s desk.” If you don’t know much about current events, you won’t get the reference. If you do, you’ll laugh.

Nobody understood abstract expressionist comedy when I invented it, but that was a long long time ago and today abstract expressionist humor (although seldom called by the name I gave it) is the number one most popular style of humor with generation Y folk. Some contemporary popular examples: “Tom is NOT My Friend”, “More Cowbell” and “Pedro Lacks Political Experience”. If you know stuff, they are funny; if you don’t they’re just words: Much like abstract expressionist painting.

I also invented object-oriented/ perceptual puzzle abstraction as a method for developing an abstract expressionist painting using logical methodology in order to produce a piece of abstract art that bears an actual physical relationship to subject matter as well as a specific intent. It is true, most people don’t “get it”, but I believe that someday this will be seen as a revolution in abstract art. Again, only time will tell of course.

I continue to look for new and creative things to do; I labor to expand the grand unification of practical metaphysics and traditional religion, and I philosophize on the meaning of life.

To many, these things will be seen as useless. But I believe that something better than that will come of my work – even if it is not in my lifetime. And I’m certainly in good company.

signed, Chriss Pagani, Outsider abstract impressionist painter


Transgender Artist II : My Story

The Artist and Gender Issues

WARNING: This is my personal story – my story of learning to cope and deal with a medical problem. If you don’t believe in medicine and/or facts don’t matter to you, don’t read this. Furthermore, this entry contains mature subject matter and images and is not intended for general audiences. If you haven’t read my introduction to Gender Identity Disorder then do so before you continue, because I will mainly be talking about that subject. I will talk about the rest of my life, too, so if you aren’t interested or whatever, quit reading now. As the saying goes, viewer discretion is advised. Few will understand what I have been through, I realize, but I feel compelled to share my story for those who need to know.

From The Beginning

If you’ve read my bio or the blog entries, you know I had a pretty turbulent upbringing: Lots of homelessness, a shooting, beatings, and general domestic violence. We called beatings ‘attitude adjustments’ and homelessness, ‘camping.’ Many people jump to the conclusion that this is what made me who I am today. When it comes to gender issues, however, this doesn’t seem to be the case. And if you read the Gender Identity Disorder discussion, you may understand why that is so.

All of the turmoil and lack of roots aside, I was still dealing with my own personal oddities. So was my family. I’m sure it didn’t make them comfortable to have their small son ask for dolls or that he only played with the girls. I remember eavesdropping on their private bedroom discussions about this when I was 7.

I didn’t want to be a problem, I guess I just didn’t understand that I wasn’t supposed to do these things.

In the third grade the school demanded that I get counseling because I “acted like a girl” and “only played with the girls.” Again, I didn’t know it was wrong, I was just being myself.

I started learning to suppress. But then I kind of/sort of had a boyfriend my freshman high school year. Paul was more – well, gay, I guess. I don’t know. I don’t want to besmirch anyone. I’m not sure. I wanted to be treated like a girl, but I don’t know if he really saw me as a girlfriend or boyfriend. We didn’t really DO all that much, but I was smitten for a while. Then there was Kent, but like everything else it didn’t really exactly work out.

I got desperate in my late teens. A lot of us do. I read “Everything You Always Wanted To Know About Sex But Were Afraid To Ask” – boy did that guy hate transsexuals! Reading his ultra negative characterizations almost led me to suicide right then and there. But I didn’t kill myself, I started looking for some other way out instead.

At 17, I tried to do some self-surgery. Yes, it’s what you’re thinking… I used an Xacto knife, a hunting knife, some ice, and a mirror. Pretty desperate sounding, hmm? But not many people can say they’ve seen their own insides. You know, sawing through skin is much harder than it looks. A hobby knife tends to bend. And as sensitive as those things between your legs seem they’re even more sensitive once you start cutting through them.

I passed out halfway through from the pain. I woke up several hours later in a big pool of blood and I couldn’t get the bleeding stop. I felt I couldn’t wake my mom – it was like 4 am now. I decided I would have to drive myself to the hospital. Somehow, I managed to do that. Of course, they called my mom anyway. In the Emergency Room I had no measurable (by the regular way, at least) blood pressure. I had lost a LOT of blood.

I made up some piece of crap story about how it was an accident and such. I’m not sure anybody believed that. I know my mother didn’t because I had long since told her how I felt like a girl and stuff so she was sure I did it deliberately. But she thought I was trying to kill myself.

Then I went to college where I promptly fell in love with my roommate, Ray. I of course confessed everything about feeling like a girl and stuff and he was weirded-out by it. But then he kind of started treating me like one and I started cooking for him and such. It was pretty good for a while, but then he wanted to go out with real girls and I got all jealous… And you can guess the rest.

Some time after that I decided it was all-hopeless and I should just try to “live with it” – you know, what all the crazies and ill-informed folk tell you to do.

Adulthood ..Sort Of

I tried really hard to be a normal person. I even got married at 22. To a girl, I mean. She was my pen pal. Yeah, we were pen pals! Okay, so it’s lame. She thought I was okay even after I explained to her repeatedly the whole “girl thing.” How unlikely is that?

So we got married, and she helped me be a girl part time. She got me my first hormones: Birth control pills. But before that we had a son. Then it was several years later that we had a daughter.. but ultimately we both wanted different lives. We remained friends but separated. I got custody of the kids, being the primary caregiver.

It was while I was raising the children by myself (several years into it) that I found I just couldn’t handle the living of two lives anymore and I started going to a therapist. Before I could go further, I had to discuss it with my kids. I tried to give them every opportunity to veto the whole process but they stuck with me. Some people said I hurt them, but they say no. They are very adamant about that to this day. It seems like they would know best, don’t you think?

Some people will say that someone like me shouldn’t be a parent. That’s crap. My kids turned out to be honor students and super incredible human beings. They also lead pretty normal lives. You couldn’t ask for nicer people; they’re popular and successful. Sorry to disappoint those of you who prayed for a horrible outcome in order to prove that I am evil and cursed by God. Oh, no I’m not!

Transition:

An early version of me, kind of roughJust over a decade ago I began taking female hormones full time. I had been on them off and on before that, but this was the serious business. I had been in therapy for a few years, I had received letters from two therapists (A PhD and an MD) and so I got a prescription from my new doctor. I started with 5 mg of Premarin and moved up to 7.5 mg of Premarin. He also added an anti-androgen – which later we found maybe wasn’t that great an idea. But that’s another story.

I changed my name legally at that time. There are other things involved, like electrolysis to remove facial hair, or laser treatments for same. I guess I’ve spent seven to ten thousand dollars on those over the last several years — and I’m still not ‘there’ yet.

Good old Estrofem - estradiol. Most of the time I took Premarin 7.5 mg but then they stopped making the larger dosesHormones don’t change your voice, either. I just live with that. And they don’t change the fact that I’m a big fat cow… going on and off of hormones really made me balloon up. I still don’t have a steady supply of hormones – it depends on money. Mostly the money to go to a doctor for a new prescription, but the hormones aren’t cheap, either. And then if I DO come up with the money to go to the doctor, I get nagged about my weight. So I haven’t gone in a while. I need to.

So anyway, back to the story. I ended up moving to the Washington DC area. I got a guy, too! A temp position led to a permanent job in publishing. And while there, I volunteered to do some illustrations for a few books when other flakier artists didn’t come through on time. That was how I got back into the arts.

I had painted a lot in my teens — then again in my late twenties. But I only dabbled occasionally until that odd combination of circumstances brought me back to art.

Then the company, which I had risen nearly to the top in, went out of business. I had to rely on my art for real! I wasn’t prepared for this. I thought I was going to build something so that eventually my kids might make a few bucks on my art after I was gone. I didn’t ever think that I’d be in the position of having to live on it. My guy can’t support me, so I’ve had to figure things out for myself.

The problem is, most companies won’t hire people like me. It isn’t me in particular, it’s just the common belief that this particular type of bigotry is morally justified. Not even Wal-Mart, which seems to have something against TG people in particular and even has a written policy against TG people last I heard. I have a lot of computer and management skills, but my education is divided up into Bible Studies and Medicine, with minors in music and psychology. AND of course, some people “read” me. Reading, that’s an insider’s term. Think of it as in the old expression, to “read like a book.” Roughly, it means they look at me and think, “hey, there’s something odd about her. She’s really big and she has a deep voice. I think she is really a man!” Or some such (incorrect) thing. It’s a crappy term. More enlightened people use the terms accept or not accept. But there aren’t many enlightened people in the world. You can thank Jerry Springer for the fact that cruelty to transgender people is considered to be family entertainment.


The Present

The Artist Pagani todaySharing some land with my sister in South Tillamook County has given me the opportunity to concentrate on my art. I’ve been doing some traveling, too, and have tried to promote my art that way. Recently I got a gallery or two to have some of my work after a good long run of selling on eBay. I always sell well on eBay but the prices are just too low. Bargain hunters are fine, but when it comes to art they have no idea what they’re getting. Anyway, as long as people buy stuff at least some of the time – AND my sister is here to help keep me going.

On the gender front, hormones have done what they are supposed to do and if I were just built lighter I might really have something. (Example) I could girl it up pretty good in the old days, now I’m too fat ? yet at the same time I have real boobs. It’s the most girly thing about me.

I’m off hormones at the moment, mostly for lack of money. But I want to get back on them when I can. Although I’ve had a lot of years of hormones, I still think I can grow some more breast tissue if I can just stay on them long enough. I’m losing some weight finally, too, so that must be a good thing.

I’ve resisted the suggestion that I do transgender-oriented art. Why? First of all, I’m not even sure what “transgender art” is, other than perhaps an illustration of what being TG means to me. Second, being known as the tg artist is the furthest thing from my mind. I always wanted acceptance instead, something that has eluded me. Ultimately, though, the answer is complicated and has to do with my present less-than-friendly relationship with the transgender/transsexual community right now. As to the “why” of THAT – For one thing, I’ve written extensively about alternative treatments for Gender Identity Disorder because I think it is important to offer alternatives for those who can’t or shouldn’t go through the only medically-recognized treatment. Transsexual activists and radicals HATE that. So they hate me. But as far as I’m concerned, I’m being the compassionate one: This transition stuff is very hard and not for everyone. In fact, I don’t think I could EVER recommend it at this point. Thanks a lot, hatemongers. Admitting that the evil people have one makes me want to puke, but they have. Just living ones’ life and being left alone is no longer an option. It’s one of the sad truths of living on the brink of the New Dark Ages.

In addition, I’m not too thrilled with the transgender community as a whole. Based on personal experience, I have to say that the TG/TS community is dominated by self-absorbed, self-centered near-deranged folk who seem to want to make a spectacle of themselves instead of just living life as best they can. I can understand why, in a way: Being told that you are a freak and don’t deserve to live on a regular basis can warp a person. It’s a kind of ongoing mental torture that our current culture enjoys inflicting upon those who are different.

Back in “the day,” I created and then helped run a TG/TS upport group for a while. Many transgender people were “helpful” and told me what a wonderful thing I was doing … and then behind my back they worked to undermine everything I had done. I still have transcripts (insiders sent to me) of things they said behind my back. It was shocking and I will spare you the details except to say that their acts of character assassination rivaled any in the Christo-Fascist Pharisee community. I can’t speak about everyone and I’m sure there are some nice TG people out there somwhwere, but the ones I dealt with were a bunch of two-faced backstabbers – that is what I took away from my experience. Like the ultra-religious community, the TG community is dominated by semi-sociopaths who can be ingratiating and sweet as candy to your face – and stab you in the back in a heartbeat if they think it will get them anywhere. Oh, I’ve known exceptions to that, and I’m really glad for that – but VERY FEW exceptions. All that I did to help the TG community was spat upon, ultimately, by the very people who were helped and supported.

With that in mind, I often feel that I’d rather spend time with “the straights” – even the ones who aren’t particularly enlightened. Of course, they also are polite to ones face but make cruel jokes behind ones back, but you can understand why. It doesn’t mean I’ll never help a tg sister, but I have good cause to be wary.

Also, as previously mentioned, I’ve written extensively about the need for alternative therapies: Hormones and surgery are “THE” treatment and the only thing the medical community knows to do, but since bigots are always at our throats I think we need to find something ELSE we can do, too. Those good super-spiritual people don’t care how miserable you are, you know – they don’t want you to be happy, they’d rather we were all dead…but they will settle for emotional torment as long as we keep it in the closet. I know this because some of them have said this to my face. I have said before that if there had been an alternative therapy for me I would have jumped on it. Some in the transgender community take that as a personal attack, which is nonsense.

WHERE WE ARE AT: I’m doing okay, now. I’ve learned to be resilient. I wish there were fewer bigots and more accepting people in the world, but that’s just not human nature: Some of the meanest, least compassionate people often have good intentions, they are just ignorant and misguided. One has to learn to live with that. I call this “mean but well-intentioned” phenomena “Aggressive Ignorance” – they don’t know, don’t want to know, don’t care. They will preface their bigotry with things like “All I know is…” (and they mean it!). The problem is that they don’t know much and/or what they think they know is just plain WRONG, but they have decided that whatever they think/are sure know is the sum total of knowledge – and sufficient to render negative judgment upon others. That’s Aggressive Ignorance. We see a lot of that around here.

I’m still hoping that my paintings will start selling for decent money. I get closer all the time but the big break hasn’t happened yet. I need to sell more paintings so I can go back and get more laser treatments and get back on hormones again.

In closing, it is not my usual style to talk about these private things on my public blog and I will not continue to do so. I’m hoping that this will end all questions on the subject. As far as I’m concerned, the general public now has more than enough information about me and about GID to make whatever decisions they are going to make.

So that’s my story…

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Transgender Artist : Gender Identity Disorder Truth

Artist Chriss Haight Pagani, 1995

The connection with art will all become more clear in the future, but in the meantime I have to get these issues off my chest. Hopefully I can help you understand some things, too.

Preface

The first principle here is that I am speaking from my own experience and my own knowledge base. Now, I have a lot of both, but I know that many will strongly disagree with what I have to say, anyway. In fact, I’ve been virtually crucified by some in the transgender community for what I have written here and elsewhere. So be it.

Terms:

Gender Identity Disorder is a specific condition identified by medical doctors. It is formally defined in the Diagnostic & Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders – so yes, it is a mental disorder. But like depression and obsessive-compulsive disorder, it is organically based and at least the predisposition to the condition has a strong genetic component. Since about 20% of the population suffers from some organic mental disorder, you shouldn’t look down on someone just because they have this problem. Or put another way, an organic condition that affects ones mental state is just that; one is not different from another just because you might consider this one to be “icky.”

People who suffer from Gender Identity Disorder are overcome by the feeling that they should have been born in a different gender than their apparent one. This feeling tends to overshadow everything in their lives, making it difficult to function.

The standard and in fact only treatment recognized by mental health professionals is “gender reassignment” and those who pursue gender reassignment are called transsexuals (sometimes misspelled as ‘ transexuals ‘) – a word I really hate. I have a strong issue about this lack of options and I will discuss my issues in a bit.

“Transgender” seems to be a better term – at least for me – because it isn’t really about sex at all, but apparent gender. To avoid misleading you, I have to mention that the term “transgender” – abbreviated as TG – includes people who don’t go all the way to get surgery, too. This shouldn’t be a big deal: Why would you care about someone’s genitalia if you weren’t sleeping with them? But there are a lot of silly sex-obsessed people who do care about this stuff, so I just thought I’d mention that ‘transgender’ does not necessarily mean one who has had or is going to have surgery.

Gender Identity Disorder is rare compared to other organic conditions, occurring in about 1 in 20,000 live births that we know of – but that’s still a LOT of people. People who suffer from G.I.D. have a very high suicide rate – the highest of any mental disorder. In case you’ve wondered, this is why the mental health community treats G.I.D. differently from other disorders. Well, it’s one reason. Again, I will get into that later.

The identification with the opposite sex is brain-based. Several studies have shown that male-to-female transsexuals have brain structures that resemble female rather than male brains. Yes, there IS a difference, and we can use this to show that the condition of Gender Identity Disorder is based in actual physical things, not something that is just in one’s mind. We don’t know why this happens: It could be genetically based but the latest thought on the subject is that it is a combination of hormone-sensitivity and something that happens in the womb. In other words, something goes wrong in the fetal development and a male body develops with a female brain – or vice versa. Further research may lead to prevention someday, and that would probably be a good thing.

What It Is Like

With all do respect to readers who are self-assured in their knowledge, you probably won’t completely understand what I’m going to say. I will try to put it in the most direct terms: It’s very difficult to be someone on the inside and someone totally different on the outside. You know something is wrong, and you tend to blame yourself. Ignorant people reinforce this self-blame. The pain is amplified greatly by those who refuse to accept the fact that this condition was foisted upon the sufferer and is NOT a choice.

Those who consider themselves morally-superior because they weren’t born with this condition seem to delight in pointing out their superiority, as if they chose to be “normal.” Like the Pharisee who prayed, “thank God I am not a sinner like THOSE people.” Thus the self-righteous ones among us become the number one reason behind the high suicide rates.

The gender identification issue starts very young, long before one understands the real differences between the sexes. Look, we all know that despite political correct propaganda, boys and girls act differently – even as babies. GID babies act like opposite sex babies. That’s a fact. Are babies making moral choices?

It gets even more difficult when one gets to dating age: You not only don’t fit the stereotypes for your birth gender, you really can’t fit into them. Oh, everyone tries to pretend – to fake it. This becomes a further source of stress, however, so some G.I.D. sufferers commit suicide in their teens, especially if they have aggressively ignorant parents. But most survive and try very hard to lead the kind of life that the world tells them is normal. Again, this is quite a stress factor: Every moment is spent trying to figure out “how am I supposed to act? What am I supposed to be like in this situation?” You are never yourself, you are always playing a role ..one that is unnatural for you.

Stress is cumulative: Many seek help early in life but those who have a high tolerance for stress may wait until much later to get help. Ultimately, however, everyone either seeks mental health therapy or kills him or herself.

Now, I understand how this is difficult for the non-sufferer to understand: The feeling that one IS a girl even if one was apparently born a boy seems to be pretty irrational. It it easy to see, therefore, why those without personal experience find it so hard to grasp the reality of this medical condition. For those with Gender Identity Disorder, however, it is an inescapable, all-consuming reality. So whether you understand it or not, you need to start by accepting the fact that G.I.D. is a real condition, not an imaginary one, and not a moral failing.

By the way, Gender Identity Disorder is NOT “gender confusion” as some sex-obsessed self-righteous folk try to characterize it: Anyone who has this disorder knows exactly what gender is, they aren’t “confused” and they aren’t “wondering” about it – they know. The problem is that their inner personal image and feelings are at odds with their physical attributes. People who use the term “gender confusion” are either intentionally or unintentionally (due to ignorance) being condescending toward the victims of this condition. Sometimes this attitude is struck for (misguided) religious reasons, which I will deal with shortly. An overarching principle in life, however, is that you should stick to what you know through being informed of the facts, not what you think you know based on your feelings. Put another way, if you aren’t a medical expert and aren’t in possession of all of the facts, then you need to either accept the judgment of those who DO know – and/or keep your mouth shut. Otherwise you could do some serious harm. And you don’t really want to cause harm to others, do you?

The Transgender Person and God

“God doesn’t make mistakes,” is what I sometimes hear. It seems like a great argument to those who haven’t really given it much thought. This could be a case of using God as a smokescreen for ones personal prejudices, but for the sake of this discussion I will assume that the person is sincere.

Gender Identity Disorder is a medical condition one is born with. Those who say otherwise are not qualified to make such statements. People who have the facts know it is a medical condition, not a moral one. Before you decide what medical conditions are acceptable to you and to God, keep this in mind: There are MANY really bad conditions people are born with: diabetes, cancer, blindness, deafness, spina bifida, Jacobsen’s Syndrome, conjoined twins, intersex conditions (hermaphrodites), Down Syndrome …Fragile X Syndrome, Klinefelter’s Syndrome – are we getting the picture yet??? Are these all “mistakes by God”???
I don’t know that I can answer that question, even as a theologian, because it would be presuming way too much on my part. I DO know that a lot of bad things happen every single day that nobody did on purpose: Babies are born with cleft palates, organs of both sexes, and Gender Identity Disorder EVERY SINGLE DAY, and none of us should consider ourselves to be qualified to pass moral judgment on them.

At one time, before modern medicine, many religious people would have said that a child born with cancer or diabetes or Down Syndrome was a punishment from God for the sins of the parents. The child must suffer because their parents were evil. But that was before we knew about medical causes, genetic disorder, etc. Now that we know something about biology, the argument that all these birth conditions are punishments from God for sin doesn’t hold up very well – so now we accept them as part of life and we don’t try to use the “God doesn’t make mistakes” argument to defend them. Gender Identity Disorder is NOT an exception – or shouldn’t be.

“Woe to him who quarrels with his Maker – Does the clay say to the potter, ‘What are your hands making?’” (Isaiah 45:9). “But who are you, O Man, to talk back to God? Shall what is formed say to him who formed it, ‘Why did you make me like this’” (Romans 9:20).

Okay, fine, God doesn’t make “mistakes,” but he DOES “make” (or nature makes) millions of babies with problems that shorten or adversely affect their lives. It happens everyday, even if you choose not to see it. I don’t know why the world works like this, and neither do you. All so-called answers are just human speculation intended to justify preconceptions. Give-in to reality: just accept that there are biological bad things that happen to people every day. That’s how life IS on this planet. Leave it to God as to whether these bad things are “mistakes” or on purpose and stop speaking on His behalf.

So the transgender person is part of God’s universe just like the spina bifida baby, or the Down Syndrome child, or the one with blindness or with cleft palate or conjoined twins.

I know that the fact that this condition has to do with gender and therefore sex makes people who are weird about sex very uncomfortable, but it doesn’t change the reality of it. Other biological conditions like intersex (hermaphrodites) and Klinefelters have to do with sex, too. That’s life. If you want to argue about mistakes and why people are the way they are then you should take it up with God and stop picking on the victims.

I could write a whole book on this subject, but it is my experience that those persons who are looking for excuses to judge others negatively will continue to do so no matter what evidence is presented. Those good-hearted persons who are willing to try to understand probably already have the right idea.

A God-Ordained Right To Privacy

As a matter of personal conviction, I believe that the things people do are their own business as long as they aren’t causing harm to others. It is important to understand that “harm” in this case does NOT include the thought that some people may not like what you do or may think what you do violates their religious beliefs. You are not really harmed just because you don’t like something or think it is “wrong” in some non-objective way. It would be harm if you were forced to undergo a sex change if you thought sex changes were immoral. However, someone ELSE’s sex change does no harm to you whatsoever and really isn’t any of your business. If you think it is morally wrong, then that is ENTIRELY between that other person and God. NOT YOU.

Religion is something sacred between the individual and God. If you believe that you shouldn’t drink wine, for instance, then don’t drink it. But other religious believers DO drink and that’s okay – you shouldn’t try to force others to conform to your beliefs. Again, that’s between them and God.

“Let no man therefore judge you in meat, or in drink, or in respect of a feast day or a new moon or a sabbath day – which are a shadow of the things to come; but the body is Christ’s. Let no one defraud you of your prize, priding himself on his humility … and taking his stand on the visions he has seen, and idly puffed up with his unspiritual thoughts. …If you were made free, by your death with Christ, from the rules of the world, why do you put yourselves under the authority of orders: ‘Do not handle this;’ ‘Do not taste that;’ ‘Do not touch that other thing’ – (Rules which are all to come to an end with their use) after the orders and teaching of men? These rules have indeed an appearance of wisdom where self-imposed worship exists, and an affectation of humility and an ascetic severity. But not one of them is of any value in combating the indulgence of our lower natures.” (Colossians 2:16-23)

“Don’t judge, and you won’t be judged. Don’t condemn, and you won’t be condemned. Set free, and you will be set free.” (Luke 6:37)

“Give attention to the things which are before you. If any man seems to be Christ’s, let him keep in mind that we are as much Christ’s as he is.” (2 Corinthians 10:7)

Where This All Leads

Gender Identity Disorder is a complex condition some people are born with. Nobody knows enough about it to prevent it yet, but we do know that there seems to be a combination of genetic-based sensitivities and in-utero problems that cause it. People with GID have brains that are physically different, and more like the gender they believe themselves to be.

We haven’t figured out a way to re-wire brains yet. Maybe we never will. So the solution for Gender Identity Disorder remains a regimen of hormones and surgery. If you have an impossible contradiction between the gender of the physical brain and gender of the body, what else do you do? Well, you could just live with it – that’s the answer of those who lack compassion and understanding. That leads to suicide. Of course, I have been told by religious people that I should kill myself, that that is what God would prefer. I don’t think they really speak for God, though.

If hormones and surgery are all we can do, then it’s all we can do. That’s all I was ever offered. But is that all that can ever be done? Now we get into the thing that gets me in a lot of trouble..

I am very disgusted with the medical community for not trying harder to find alternatives. Okay we don’t have any NOW, but as far as I know, nobody is really trying to find alternative treatments, either. All they have is surgery or “live with it.” Nobody lives with it in the long run, of course. They get surgery, they kill themselves – SOMETHING happens. It gets them one way or another. This condition is much too powerful. So that leaves hormones and/or surgery except for those who say we should all die. But there should be more.

While the suicide rate is VERY high among those who try to just “live with it,” thanks to bigots and the self-righteous it isn’t all that much lower for those who take the route that medical science offers. One must be an outcast forever – not because God ordains it, but because aggressively ignorant people do.

Had I been offered an alternative I would have wanted to try it. The Cretans who think this is FUN or something, don’t know what they are talking about: I don’t like being treated as a freak. I resent being looked down upon. I hate the fact that so much of life the and basic joys that others take for granted are forever closed off to me, just because of whom I am. My personal accomplishments are irrelevant. The fact that I have managed to raise two wonderful human beings doesn’t matter. My life of prayer and seeking God and my vast Biblical training and knowledge – nobody cares. All that matters is that I am a freak who shouldn’t be allowed to live. That’s how SOME people feel. And they are on the winning team right now.

Personally, I would have loved an alternative. It’s a bit late now – for me, but not for others. Medical science should be trying to find a better way to treat Gender Identity Disorder.

I’m fighting the system, trying to speak out for transgender persons as yet unborn: Don’t make them go through what I’ve been through. The bigots will eat them alive and create HELL ON EARTH for them in the name of God’s love. Find a better way. We need a medication treatment, and we need it now. Look at obsessive-compulsive disorder. Look at other organic brain malfunctions.

Even if it is too late for me, let’s try to save the next generation, shall we? And until we can do that, please try to stop being so judgmental. No matter what you think you know, you don’t know enough to speak for God about this. I guarantee it!

signed, Chriss Pagani

If you really want to know more about my experiences, go on and read my story - at least until I take it down.