By Devika Mittal:
“Tu zeher kha ke mar ja, tujhe jeene ka koi haq nai hai”Â (Have poison, you have no right to live.)
These lines were said to someone who is a transgender female. I was stunned when I heard this line during my fieldwork. I was attending a meeting of people with diverse sexualities where they discussed about their experiences, the usual behaviour that is meted out to them by their own family, at workplace or when they are walking down the streets.
This statement and the other things that I heard on that day disturbed me a lot. They keep coming back to me and even as I write this, the discussion is being re-played in my mind reminding me of their tones and expressions as they shared the horrific truth of this society.Â The person who had faced this suggestion to take her own life was very disturbed and kept demanding for a solution. She narrated how once someone at her workplace got to know that she is not a male- the teasing, the verbal abuse and harassment had started. I noticed the way she was trying to give out the details, she felt uncomfortable, with a sense of humiliation and disgust and it reminded me of my own self when I would try to confide details of any eve-teasing or harassment incident that I had faced.
I kept staring at her for some time. I felt disgusted with my own self because I am myself a part of the society that has discriminated them and yes, I have also supported the discrimination.
There was another person who talked about the problems that she was facing in her family. It would involve verbal abuse, words or expressions of disgust and physical harassment. There was again a sense of humiliation that she was undergoing, yet I also felt that it was something that was very usual for her.
This discussion was mainly centred on the problems of these two people and other people were trying to give suggestions based on their own experiences. Some asked them to compromise with their identity and behave like “men”. To which one person lashed back, “Agar mujhe female ki tarah dress karna hai, toh kisi ko kya problem hai?” (If I want to dress up as a female, what is anyone’s problem?) As she said it, I was reminded of the innumerable times that I say it myself. There was the same pride in her voice.
I wonder, how are we different from each other? We both looked the same; she looked much more “feminine” than I did, with the dupatta and make-up. I was dressed in what is considered aÂ “unisexual” attire.Â But we are different. And I had restored the difference once I had stepped out of the building. Outside that building, it was “us” and “them” again. I had stepped out in the world where I have more rights and privileges than her and where I can proudly present my identity as a woman whereas she will have to hide her identity, the dupatta, the make-up will be done away with and she will step-out as a “man”.
They all discussed their own stories, day-to-day experiences and I was surprised that as they narrated, they would never glance at me. They were not conscious at all. And it was because it was nothing “extraordinary” for them.Â Even as they sometimes mocked each other, I did not try to join in their laughs as I was too conscious that maybe my laugh would be taken in a negative sense. I was too conscious and perhaps also guilty.
I felt guilty of my own identity. I forgot the struggles that a woman faces and thought about them. Yes, I was also their culprit. I belonged to the society that mocked them andÂ thought they were “weird”, had “unnatural” preferences.Â At the back of my mind, I also know that they will talk about me and probably think that I also came to check on “their” community. They have little hopes from me, I know. They would also think that probably I will also never understand their position, their situation and would pity them.
It is true that maybe I can never completely understand them. I will never understand what it feels to be constantly stared at, to face rejection or criticism from one’s own kin, to be dishonoured, to be felt pity for. Maybe I can never understand them and I feel pity but for my own self, for my own society and for the closed mindsets.
We think they are “different”. But are they? The difference lies in their sexuality, their self-perception and preference. But is it really about their preference or the way “they” perceive themselves? Are the genders and sexes really two? Is that the biological reality? Have we assumed heterosexuality?
A fact of nature tells us that homosexuality, hermaphrodites and other forms of alternate sexualityÂ exist in animal species as well. Male bats have a huge tendency for homosexuality. A more known fact is about hydra which is clearly hermaphrodite.Â So how is it unnatural as many have claimed? Works of social scientists have shown alternate sexuality to have been deeply woven into the political, social and economic fabric of societies across the world. But even if we do not get into the social and science part of the debate, let’s think from a human perspective.
They may have “different” preferences but aren’t they still human beings? Do we have any right to humiliate them? They do not harm us in any way so why does their existence cripple our minds so much? They are not “cursed” or “sick” or anything. They are as much as a creation of the God as we are. Why does their private life matter so much to us?
I watched them as they sang and danced and I saw that as they danced, they did not care about anyone. They did not look at anyone but just danced. The movements were very free, there were no boundaries. And I felt the power of dance. How symbolic it can be…
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