Last week, I sent a link to a news story to all my friends talking about a pregnant man. One of those friends sent me a different link indicating that it might be a hoax, which was fine with me.
Then I saw previews that indicated this pregnant man was going to be on Oprah, and I was stunned; so much for hoax. Or was it; after all, though the show was being broadcast on April 2nd, it could have still been an April Fools prank, right?
Nope, it was real. I knew it was truly real when the man came out on Oprah’s stage and she felt his belly. And, from that point on, I had to start to deal with it all.
Of course, we all learned that this was a transgendered male, who was actually a gorgeous woman, beauty queen, Miss Teen Hawaii at some point in his past, who always wanted to be male. And he went through some of the operations to become male, but not the genitalia, and not the reproductive organs, because he said he still wanted to someday have children, even though he wanted to be male, and said the choice of wanting to give birth had nothing whatsoever to do with whether he was male or female.
That one, of course, is hard to reconcile, being male my whole life. The idea of giving birth has never crossed my mind, and, not being a transgender male, that would make sense. This guy, named Thomas, did stop taking testosterone for two years before attempting to get pregnant, as his wife (yup, he’s legally married), was unable to conceive. Something else I can’t do, stop taking testosterone, nor will taking estrogen give me the ability to get pregnant.
Still, once I got my mind around it, I don’t have a problem with it. I can’t say I’m enthusiastic about it, nor would I become a champion for every transgendered male to start having children across the board, but hey, to each his or her own, right? It’s their choice and their life, and it’s not illegal. Freaky to me, maybe, but that’s my problem.