I have lived too long under a false identity. I have struggled against it my entire life. Though I would do by utmost to fight against it, I have always been aware from the time I would rise from bed in the morning until I would lay my head down asleep at night that I could never be what society wanted me to be. No, I was something different. I could never be a Cis-sinner.
Lord knows that I tried my best to fit in with all of my Cis friends. I mimicked their behaviors in hopes that I could fake it until I made it. I would lie to protect myself, watch pornography to feed my lusts, and betray friends for my own benefit. I would dishonor my parents. I slept around with a number of women. I engaged in debauchery. Hell, during one particular sinful phase of my life, I even tried to convince others that Jesus was a liberal.
But no matter how much I pretended and desired normalcy, I think deep down in my soul I always knew I could never be that way. Something always ate at me like I was betraying what God intended. And I can’t live like that anymore. Today, I am proud to come out under my new gender identity: TransChristian.
This will come as a shock to some and I know that it will entail sacrifices. My family (Yes, this new gender identity involves embracing such antiquated constructs like both the nuclear and the extended family) will be traveling down a lonely road. We will be sneered at for being backwards. Instead of nursing hangovers on Sunday morning, we will go to Church. Instead of sending my children to public schools to be taught how to hate themselves, my children will be homeschooled with love. When all of the sinners and churchians bow the knee to some satanic political movement like Black Lives Matter, my family will stand instead. I know it won’t be easy, but I must be true to myself.
As a TransChristian, I have felt emboldened to fully express my new gender identity due to the historic decision by the Supreme Court which protects it from workplace discrimination. People from all over the spectrum- from sinners, to churcians, to lgtbq, and even some fellow TransChristians- have tried to tell me that I shouldn’t be excited. They tell me that this law “isn’t for you,” but rather for the guys who like to chop off their penises. But the court documents are clear on this point…
Sometimes small gestures can have unexpected consequences. Major initiatives practically guarantee them. In our time, few pieces of federal legislation rank in significance with the Civil Rights Act of 1964. There, in Title VII, Congress outlawed discrimination in the workplace on the basis of race, color, religion, sex, or national origin. Today, we must decide whether an employer can fire someone
simply for being homosexual or transgender. The answer is clear. An employer who fires an individual for being homosexual or transgender fires that person for traits or actions it would not have questioned in members of a different sex. Sex plays a necessary and undisguisable role in the decision, exactly what Title VII forbids.
Those who adopted the Civil Rights Act might not have anticipated their work would lead to this particular result. Likely, they weren’t thinking about many of the Act’s consequences that have become apparent over the years, including its prohibition against discrimination on the basis of motherhood or its ban on the sexual harassment of male employees. But the limits of the drafters’ imagination supply no reason to ignore the law’s demands. When the express terms of a statute give us one answer and extra textual considerations suggest another, it’s no contest. Only the written word is the law, and all persons are entitled to
Don’t get me wrong. I understand my detractor’s points about this decision not being intended to protect me, but, I tell them to look at the text: They fully acknowledge that the law passed in 1964 was never intended to be used in the way that they are currently applying it now in 2020. I am simply doing the same thing. I am expanding the objective intentions of a law, mincing words, and choosing to embrace my subjective reality, which is now federally protected as objective reality.
I would like to thank again the cuckolds on the Supreme Court for passing this decision and protecting me from ever becoming fired for being a TransChristian.