McCarthy’s Empire

Blimey. It’s a long time since I’ve written anything here. I suppose that all the things I usually have to say I tend to say to people in real life, as opposed to blogging. Which is probably why I tend to blog so rarely. Sometimes, though, there is a point or subject which I want to address that I can’t do just by talking to individuals. This is where social media, or blogs, come in.

I don’t have that many physical friends, mainly due to the type of work I do, (I’m a contract IT support engineer and sysAdmin) and, so, I tend to not have many people to talk to face-to-face.

What I do have, though, are many people whom I can talk to online, whether it be Twitter, Facebook, SoundCloud, LinkedIn, Cybrary etc, and this gives me a whole world outside the physical to explore. It also gives me examples of people who don’t give a crap about what I am, but do care who I am. On Cybrary, I’m a network engineer who is training in network security, just one among many women who are doing so. On SoundCloud I’m an electronic musician with a fixation on Synthwave music. On LinkedIn I’m an IT engineer working for one of the largest media company’s in the world.

Each of us is a different person through a different lens. That is what gives us our individuality. Sometimes, though, we fall into a bad crowd, or fall prey to bad or misleading information. When that happens, we can either extricate ourselves or we can allow ourselves to be drawn in.

It all comes down to trust. The trust that what you say is true. The trust that what you post won’t go any further. The trust that your music won’t be appropriated. The trust that your skills won’t be abused. The trust that whatever you offer the world won’t be userped, misappropriated or destroyed.

The trust goes both ways too. As a SysAdmin and support engineer I sometimes require a user’s password. That user trusts me not to reveal that password to anyone else. I may be asked to recover files that contain an idea that someone had, something they are working on, or a script idea for a film, or something so private that they don’t want anyone to know about it. I may also have access to personal information, some of which is very, very private. Each individual relies on me not to reveal that information outside of the context in which it is given. I never have done so and never will do.

So, why oh why, is it seemingly permissable to lay bare the entire life of a trans woman or a trans man? What is so different about a trans person that their private life is open to all? Why should it be allowed that I have to reveal things about my life to organisations that no-one else has to? Why should I be asked to reveal personal information about someone who is trans when I wouldn’t be asked if they were cis (I never have done and never will do (see above))?

Why is that the media can probe a trans person’s life more thoroughly and with less legal protection than their cis counterpart, and display it publically?

The reason being is that anything that deviates from being white, christian and male/female is labelled as ‘wrong’. That means that being dark-skinned, Muslim, Hindu, Bhuddist, gay, trans, NB or anything else is ‘wrong’.

A large proportion of the reason is due to the British Empire. So many laws around the world were enacted by the British, and harshly enforced, based around the ideas of the times, that they have become enshrined in culture and even in the laws of the countries where they should not have appeared (India, Pakistan, South Africa, et al).

I could go into it further and it would probably take me days but, if you want to, the information is out there. I suspect, though, not many people will.

I shall, though, give you three historic reasons why exposing a trans person’s life is considered fair game and they are below. Please read them, and then realise what’s happening now:

Germany: 1933 – 1945

USA: 1950 – 1954

UK: 1988 -2000


An Open letter to MPs on the UK Gender Recognition Act

Growing Up Transgender

Dear MP,

As a parent of a transgender child I wanted to write to you ahead of the upcoming review of the Gender Recognition Act, to emphasise the importance of care and respect in any debate on this topic.

As you will be aware, the 2010 Equality Act already provides legal protection for girls like my daughter. My transgender daughter already uses girls’ changing rooms, girls’ bathrooms, attends school as a girl, attends the girls only Girl Guides, plays for her girls’ football team. She is accepted and seen by everyone in her life as a girl. She faces the same discrimination and sexism as other girls, in addition to the discrimination and hate she encounters for being transgender.

As a concerned parent of a transgender daughter, I want safety and protection for all women and girls (including for my daughter). Yet I am aware that there are a small…

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I’m Here, I Really Am…

This is something I posted on my Tumblr blog this morning which, to all intents and purposes, is really for thoughts and ideas that crop up and I want to share. PTSoL is more for this type of post….

When I read the comments sections of various articles about trans people, I always wonder why so many people comment on a subject they obviously know little about. Opinions are always welcome, be they positive or negative, and can sometimes be useful but, please, please, please, let them be informed opinions.

It takes very little in the way of searching online to find massive amounts of information on trans people, the various processes involved in transition, blogs describing individual transitions and much, much more. Really, there is no excuse for anyone not to know at least the basics.

Why, then, do so many people display such a high level of ignorance about trans issues? After all, its not like we’re invisible, or figments of someone’s imagination, although, according to some posts I’ve read, we don’t exist at all, which means that you cannot possibly be reading this. Think about that for a minute. This is one of the more common opinions floating around, along with the arguments, mainly aimed at trans women, that we are autogynophiles, gay men in denial or men simply trying to invade women’s spaces (which is laughable when you consider the physical and verbal abuse that most trans women suffer in their daily lives would make most men go pale and run and hide, not dress up to get into a ladies loo).

However, we do exist, are real and are not pretending. We walk among you, some known, some unknown but, we are here.

Other comments I’ve read seem to imply that we’re looking for ‘special’ rights, some come out and openly state it. Others have an air of disapproval, an implication that we need to ask permission to live.

We’re not seeking, nor do we need, anyone’s approval or approbation, nor are we asking for any rights over and above those accorded to every other person in society. We just want to be able to walk down the street without being harassed, to be able to go to the loo without our right to do so being questioned, and to live our lives without having to worry if we’re going to be fired, evicted or even imprisoned, simply for being who we are.

I think the problem lies in that our existence doesn’t fit in to some people’s immensely narrow world view and, rather than broaden their horizons and expand their view of the world, rather than use a little effort in educating themselves and admit we exist, they tie themselves in knots cherry picking bible verses, referencing tenuously relevant and totally irrelevant news items, and use every logical fallacy and straw-man argument they can muster to bolster their nebulous assertions that deny our existence, amusingly expending far more energy in this pursuit of ethereal contradiction rather than simply admitting we exist and are real.

I no longer bother trying to talk to people like this.

After all, there’s no point in arguing with someone who is denying your very existence when you are refuting every one of their arguments simply by sitting there, smiling. 


Many years ago, I used to wonder if my Nan would die, and if she did, would my grandfather take over the house? At the same time I was worried that Thomas Covenant would fail to defeat Lord Foul. On top of those worries, I was worried that, being brought up as a male, I would never become the woman I knew I was.

Funny that, innit? Knowing that you are being brought up as a man and yet, wanting to give all that up, give it away, to lose all that privilege, to be the woman you always knew yourself to be.

Yet, that is what I did. And I did it gladly. I didn’t do it to gain entry to toilets. to have some sort of power, to have “energy”. I did it because it was the right thing for me. I wasn’t male, despite my physical appearance. And, yes, I was born male. According to society. I had physical characteristics of a male, on the outside, and I had a male upbringing. Well, as male as one can get when you are trying to be female.

No, much to my regret, I didn’t go through menstruation, but then, neither did a lot of women. I don’t have XX chromosomes, but then, neither do a lot of other women. I’ve not suffered from a lot of things that many women have suffered from . Then again, neither have most women these days.

Now, you may start thinking that I haven’t had the upbringing that all women have. I was lucky. I had two wonderful parents and a wonderful  brother. I had what should have been an amazing life. Unfortunately, there was a problem, and that problem was that I was trans (although I didn’t know it at the time, I just knew I was different). Amazingly, despite my best efforts over the years, I didn’t manage to kill myself (and, believe me, I tried, it’s not easy). So, no, most trans women don’t have a ‘typically female’ upbringing. Nor do we have a ‘typically male’ upbringing.

If your idea of me having “male privilege” is having grown up in a male body then, I must say, you are sadly mistaken. I spent most of my life scared of even leaving the house, just in case someone realised I was trans. When I did finally come out, I was so scared of going outside that my partner offered to get people off the street to come and see me, just so I wouldn’t feel alone.

This thing you call “male privilege”, is only effective if you are secure as a male. It does not work for trans women. It never has, and it never will do. Growing up male never worked either.

So, you may call us “male”. you may say we have “male privilege”, you may say we re not women but, in each of those, you will be wrong.


Oh, think on this: Even if there was no such thing as gender, no binary “male” or “female”, my body would have still been wrong (considering I knew it was wrong before I’d even heard of these terms).

How Many Times Does This Have To Be Said?

I’m a trans woman.

I’m a woman with a trans past.

I may be a trans woman with XY chromosones.

I may be a trans woman with XX chromosones,

I may have xxy, xyy, xxx, xyx, or other chromosones.

Does it matter?

Does it really matter?

I live. I breathe.

I enjoy.

I care.

I worry about politics.

I worry about life.

What do you worry about?

Where I go to the toilet?

Where I walk on the street?

Why do you worry if I exist?

I don’t worry if you exist!

I really don’t care where you walk.

I don’t care where you live.

I don’t care.

So, why should you?

Does my existence hurt you that much?

Only Human….

Lonely: The feeling of being isolated, or

Lonely: The feeling of being isolated while surrounded by friends.

0230 (02:30am for those not used to 24-hour clock). I am alone. I could phone my partner, Tracey, and share my loneliness but I don’t want to burden her. I am alone. I have Star Wars on video, I have music, I have my computer. Yet, I feel lonely. I feel alone in this world. Lonely.

I love my wife. She is the light in a life of darkness. She is the one person who keeps me going. Yet, I still feel alone. Trapped, constrained in a body that defies how I feel. Lonely in my own body. I feel like I’m shouting to an empty world, pounding on a cell door that no-one will unlock, screaming to jail guards that will not listen. I can still walk through a world that sees me as I pass through yet I can shout, scream, rail at those same people and they will not listen. They cannot hear. They can only see what they have been told they can see.

Some people can see, those that are close to the epicenter, those that are close to the jail cell. Even then, they cannot feel the hurt, the pain, that is so obvious. Others can see the cell but do not understand what is inside. The jailers do not even know who they are guarding.

There is no movement. There is no community, no organisation and no agenda. There are no leaders.

There are only people.

Only humans.

We know you want to protect women in bathrooms. What about from actual rapists?

Nail -> Head

knitting soul


I keep waiting, but it hasn’t happened yet.

A few weeks ago, there were lots of men looking out for the safety of American women everywhere by wanting to ban transgender women from using the ladies’ rooms at Target and other public places. We were told how women were precious, how they needed protected from “men in dresses.” When the current administration sent out messages to schools giving guidelines on how to treat transgender students, eleven states sued to make sure that our girls are safe in their locker rooms from transgender girls.

Oh, I heard them say that it wasn’t REALLY the trans people they were worried about. Sure, there would be plenty of opportunities to call them freaks and perverts. Lots of chances to remind us that there are just a few of them, so why should we bow to their desires. Lots of dismissive language that told trans…

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Have a listen…And then decide….

Many years ago, oh, about forty-two years ago, there was a little boy. He seemed ordinary, according to the people around him, mostly adults. He had an Action Man, a Tomahawk bicycle, and many more of the trappings of a boy. There was no question about his gender, what he would grow up to be, no question about what army department he would end up in. Unfortunately, for his parents, he had other ideas and, for a while, this was not a problem. He knew what he was and what he wanted to do. So, consequently, he ended up in a government establishment studying electronics, and very good at it he became. In fact, he became so good that, by the age of eighteen, he was headhunted by IBM, had inquiries from Intel, turned down an offer from HP and retreated into a small firm repairing stereo systems. He went on to redesign the RS422 standard, work on the first wireless network system and write the precursor to most remote desktop systems.

So, where is this boy now? She is writing this blog.

There is nothing worse than the past. I know there are many things I have done in the past, many things I should be proud of but, I can’t. They were not things I have done. That person has gone, passed into the mists of time. I could lay claim to them but I won’t. He wasn’t me.

Reading this, you may find that you cannot understand. You may find feelings inside you that are alien to you. If so, try to think how I felt, how I feel. I cannot rid myself of them. They are with me day and night, pervading my life. You, dear reader, can lose these feelings by not reading what I write, I cannot. Nor can anyone like me.

How we feel, what we know, is not a choice. It isn’t something we wake up one day and decide. It is with us day to day, night to night, always. You can wake up and choose to go to work, choose to drive or walk, choose to take the bus. So can we but, we cannot choose who and what we are. You can choose to worship at the alter of God or Jesus Christ. So can we. We cannot choose what we know, what we feel.

You can choose to hate us. It’s your choice. We cannot choose not to be hated.

We can only choose to ask you not to hate us. Not to despise us.

We can only ask you to accept us.

If you don’t, that is your choice, not ours.

What The Fuck Is Going On Here?

“The substance of this bill doesn’t address a group, issue or belief system,” he added. “Rather, it allows counselors – just as we allow other professionals like doctors and lawyers – to refer a client to another counselor when the goals or behaviors would violate a sincerely held principle.”

Tennessee governor Bill Haslam has just said this. If this isn’t discrimination, I don’t know what is. Counselors, doctors and lawyers are supposed to provide aid, support and advice to the best of their ability regardless of their client’s gender, sexuality, dependency, crime or whatever, regardless of the “sincerely held principles”. If they can’t do this then they shouldn’t be in that position in the first place.

Otherwise this becomes a Janus Principle. And if you have to ask…………..