There it was, big as hell, CBS News reporting that Caitlyn Jenner was de-transitioning. And there was I, as I often am while poised at my computer, clutching at my forehead muttering, “Jesus H. Christ in a chicken basket.”
Strange, I thought. Caitlyn hadn’t said anything about this on the phone that morning. My friendship with Caitlyn is no secret, of course. I suspect both of us would occasionally describe our relationship as eccentric, and by this I mean, I spend a lot of my time with her yelling at her about whatever it is I think she’s screwed up this time. But that’s all right. I have a pretty big tent when it comes to friends.
Over the last two years or so, I’ve tried to be a good influence on her, tried to get her to understand the many harsh realities facing our community, tried to get her to understand the very complex discourse for talking about the many different ways there are of being trans, tried to turn her into a Democrat.
Some of this, you could say, is still a work in progress.