Interview with a T-Girl, by Bryl R. Tyne
**Real names have been changed to preserve the privacy of those involved.
Thought maybe I’d write about what it is to be transgender from my point of view, but I’d hate to bore you to death. Then a call from my friend, Amber, came in and got me thinking. Amber’s not—well, yeah, I guess you could say we’re still friends. She’s an ex-lover, to be exact, but still, we talk now and then. Anyway, I thought, why not ask her for an interview. Of course, I could offer you everything we talked about in the form of dry commentary, but that wouldn’t suit the gossips, nor those looking to be entertained now, would it? Keep in mind, the views expressed here are solely representative of the individual providing them. So, with Amber’s permission, I post this interview—my attempt to interview her, anyway.
B: Thank you for agreeing to let me invade your life for a few minutes, Amber. I really appreciate this.
Amber: I wish you’d ask to invade me, and my life, more often.
B: Amber.
Amber: I know. I know. We’re not going there—ever again. Lips are sealed. There.
B: Now, I want to ask you questions so that my readers, who are unfamiliar and those curious, might understand your world a little better. You didn’t bring a current photo, did you.
Amber: Honey, I already told you that wasn’t happening.
B: I don’t know why not. Look at you, you’re beautiful in a—
Amber: Beyonce kind of way.
B: I was thinking more like, Donna Sum—
Amber: Nuh-uh. Not with these babies.
B: Yes, I noticed your…er…top.
Amber: Oooh, Bryl. Still the fresh one.
B: Okay, Amber. Let’s start. You are transgender—transsexual…a trans woman?
Amber: T-girl. I prefer, T-girl.
B: A T-girl…and that is because…?
Amber: Because lots of people hear the word “trans” and they immediately freak out. Right away, they think, tranny—transvestite. I don’t know. Those terms just don’t appeal to me, never have. Besides, T-girl covers all male-to-females in any stage of transition. I think it sounds cute too. Don’t you?
B: Cute. Right. Okay. Have you always felt you were female?
Amber: Bryl, you already know I am. We had this discussion back in—
B: Amber! My readers might like to hear directly from you.
Amber: *sigh* Fine. It’s like, I always felt…different. I don’t know, maybe—You’ve seen that show that comes out around Christmas time. The one with the Abominable Snowman, and that elf, the one who wants to be a dentist? I felt like him.
B: A misfit?
Amber: Yes! A misfit. That’s exactly how I’d describe me—my life—everything. I never fit in, always bullied. For about three years or so, after high school, I thought I was gay, but that wasn’t it. What a disappointment those years turned out to be. I was “too emotional”. Too feminine. Can you imagine? With some of those queens? Puh—lease!
B: Amber—
Amber: I know. I know. Go on.
B: All right. So, you are a woman, but you have a penis.
Amber: Bryl! Of all people, you know—
B: I don’t—I mean, you might have—since your breasts are—
Amber: No. I did not have bottom surgery. And you know how uncomfortable I am calling it, that. Besides, with the hormones, I don’t think this little thing would qualify anymore.
B: Are you more comfortable describing it as a girl-dick then?
Amber: What? Where’d you hear—
B: Actually…a couple years ago, I—
Amber: Do I know her?
B: I doubt—
Amber: What’s her name?
B: Amber.
Amber: Fine. Fine.
B: So, you don’t call it—
Amber: Oh no, honey. It’s just an overgrown clitoris.
B: A man-clit?
Amber: Whatever. I would never dream of top—no way. I’m a woman. In fact, I’m a lot like that school teacher in your book, only without all the drama. You know, she has some real trust issu—
B: You read If I Were a Lady…?
Amber: Pfft. Don’t act so surprised.
B: I-I don’t know what to say.
Amber: Well, when it finally comes to you, why don’t you give me a call. Say, later—tonight?
B: Oh boy.
There you have it, a brief glimpse into what it’s like being a trans—a T-girl. Unless the situation is more intimate, Amber usually doesn’t talk about herself much, from what I can recall. Anyway, I think I’m getting too old to play 007. Now, if you’d excuse me. I have to get ready for…er…later.
Thanks Raine!
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Hi Bryl,
Thanks for coming today and sharing your unique post with us.
Raine D.
I wish I could be half as open with people, even those I claim that I love. I can’t say those innocent words, and look at what you have laid raw for all eyes. Kudos to you. Always, hugs. amie
Wow. Being a transman, I’m thrilled to see more family around. Hats off to you all for this wonderful interview/blog post.
Myc
Bryl-that’s it? Where are the details? Wait…just email all the details of afterward to my personal email address.*wink* You know I love those little extra things*grins*
BTW-what a great post!!!! Thank Amber for me:)
Thank you, Raine. I was sweating getting something together for today, when Amber called. What great timing!
And Maurya, sweetie, you know I don’t kiss and tell.
I’ll let Amber know that my #1 fan-girl adores her. How’s that?
{{hugs}} Amie. Be strong.
Hey Mychael! I’ll be updating Amber later tonight, as well. Thanks a lot for stopping by. Much appreciated.
~Bryl