Unitarian Universalist Church of Annapolis

Sunday Service @ 10:0AM

August 3, 2003

Margie Allen, Summer Minister

 

OPENING WORDS

 

For our opening words this morning, I have a quick test.

  • Look at your fingernails.
  • Hold matchbox in your hand and strike match.
  • Look at the bottom of your shoes.

 

According to this test:

  • Men look at their fingernails like this [curling fingers toward the body, making a fist]…, women like this [holding back of hand at arms length]…
  • Women strike a match away from their bodies like this…, men towards their bodies, like this…
  • Men look at the bottom of their shoes by spreading their legs like this [and turning the foot upward in front of the body]…, women look back over their shoulders at a foot lifted discretely behind them.

 

This is a third grade playground gender test, probably used mostly to torture tom-boy girls and little boys seen as effeminate. This test has many analogues in the grown-up world. Some of us fail these tests regularly. Some of us invest a large amount of energy into making absolutely sure we always “pass.”

Here is our UU gospel, our good news. Whether you look at your fingernails this way or this way [demonstrate both]; whether you look at the bottom of your foot this way or this way [demonstrate both]; whether you strike a match this way or this way [demonstrate both]—YOU ARE WELCOME IN THIS SANCTUARY!

 

INTRODUCTORY WORDS (Margie Allen)

 

            In the year 1997, the Unitarian Universalist Church of Annapolis voted in a congregational meeting to ask for official recognition from our Association as a Welcoming Congregation. Today a framed poster hanging in the foyer declares our welcome to lesbian, gay, and bisexual persons who enter this sacred space and this community of faith. The vote to become a Welcoming Congregation came at the end of a process of education and discussion, guided by a task force using materials provided by the Unitarian Universalist Association. This church met with the usual obstacles as it underwent this process. Some people worried that UUCA would become a “gay church.” Others felt it inappropriate to “officially” welcome any one group. “Why don’t we welcome people of color or women or Latino/Latina persons this explicitly?” they asked. Others felt that UUCA was already completely welcoming and that no “process” was necessary, that prejudice does not exist in this congregation, that the whole Welcoming Congregation thing was a variety of “red herring.” All these voices and others were heard. And today on the church’s website this congregation’s explicit welcome to folks whose sexuality and gender expression reflect the entire range of human possibility is expressed in these words: “We are a Welcoming Congregation. We welcome and celebrate the lives of bisexual, gay, lesbian, and transgender people.” [http://uuca-md.org/]  This identity as “welcoming” is further defined on a linked page: to be welcoming means to:

“Be inclusive and expressive of the concerns of bisexual, gay, lesbian, and/or transgender persons at every level of congregational life—in worship, in program, and in social occasions, welcoming not only their presence but the unique gifts and particularities of their lives as well.”

[http://uuca-md.org/welcome/welcomecong.html]

 

            Now the Welcoming Congregation process that some of you experienced here did not address transgender issues because the transgender community was just getting its act together when the program was being formulated. My private name for this service as I have been planning it is “The Welcoming Congregation Booster Shot.” But don’t worry. You have already experienced the most painful moment of the boost when you confronted the possibility in the Opening Words that you may exhibit behaviors that are not characteristic of your gender. Egad! There are people in this world who are made to feel unwelcome because they are perceived as “not doing gender right.” Because we can’t tell what gender they are, because they express a mixture of gender clues, because their gender is in the process of shifting from one pole to another, or because the gender they express and claim is simply Other or Third. The UUA’s Office of Bisexual, Gay, Lesbian, and Transgender Concerns uses the word transgender as an umbrella term to describe the following people:

§         Cross-dressers or Transvestites, people who dress in the clothing, partially or completely, of the societal norm for the “opposite” gender—usually heterosexual men who cross-dress for pleasure or gay or bisexual men who do it for entertainment purposes.

§         Third gender, people whose understanding of “their” gender identification transcends society’s polarized gender system.

§         Transexuals, people born in the body associated with one gender who believes internally that they are of another gender.

§         Intersexuals, people (about 2% of the population) born with mixed sexual physiology, ambiguous genitalia. Such persons are often “assigned” a gender in their infancy, usually the female gender, through surgical intervention.

 

These definitions are always in transition and often contested even among the people they describe, but we have to start somewhere. I have a handout for you on a table by the front door which contains these definitions and other useful information. It is called “Transgender 102.” Grab one on your way out this morning [http://www.uua.org/obgltc/resource/tg102.html].

            Now, the sexuality of these folks is a different matter from their gender. Transgender persons can be gay, straight, bisexual, asexual, or even in transition in that department too. This brings up some interesting issues about how ridiculous our proclivity for labeling people can be. Kate Bornstein, the author of the reflection at the top of your order of service, was a heterosexual man, who remained heterosexual, really, when she transitioned to being a woman—i.e., she was still attracted to women—but acquired, in the process of that transition, the sexuality label “lesbian.”[Kate Bornstein, Gender Outlaw, New York: Random House, 1995] Other transgender persons in that situation continue to consider themselves “straight.” It comes down, as in gender it seems, to self-definition versus definition-by-others.

            Those of you in touch with the feminisms of the last ten or twenty years will be familiar with the idea that, though there are certain biologically-determined factors involved in gender assignment, the gender we are is largely the gender we perform in day to day life, the gender people see when they watch our show. We can do it well or we can do it badly according to the extremely strict (and sociologically arbitrary) standards of this culture. I had mixed results in the 3rd grade gender test [Cynthia Eller, Am I A Woman? Boston, MA: Beacon Press, 2003, p. 66]. I do “woman” poorly enough to confuse many people in a day at times. I am taller than the average woman. I keep my hair extremely short. I have a rat tail (What does that mean??). I wear gender ambiguous clothes most of the time. Until John Standage fixed the bathroom light in my apartment the other day, I had quite a little beard going on. I have never worn make-up. I walk like a boy. I have trouble with commitment. I fall in love with other women. I hate to clean. I am not a Mom to anything more human than a Tibetan terrier.

 The gender police have been after me all my life. Women in public bathrooms, waiters, and cashiers often “Sir” me, and I don’t know who gets more embarrassed, I or they. I wore this very outfit (earrings and everything) to an outdoor, home baby dedication a few weeks ago. I was introduced to a guest as “the minister who is going to do the blessing,” as she said “Oh, is he?” “Yes,” I said, “My name is Margaret Allen.” So I am a gender outlaw of sorts. I have chosen, for a long period of time, to perform this kind of in-between-but-mostly-female gender for the world. I choose it because it feels natural to me. In my body I feel the fluidity of my gender identity. And this is how it settles out most of the time.

The theory I hold about welcoming people whose gender identity is unclear or shifting is this. The more sure we are that we ourselves are a) a man or b) a woman, the more conscious and subconscious energy we invest in gender-appearance-maintenance, the more likely it is that folks of ambiguous or shifting gender are going to make us uncomfortable and often, therefore, unwelcoming. A good way to become more welcoming is to purposefully and fearlessly explore our feelings about gender expression and identity, to begin to notice the extremes to which we go in our own lives to make sure that we are perceived as the gender we believe ourselves to be. My experience is that we can only welcome in others that which we have confronted as a possibility within ourselves. And to entertain something a possibility in life, we have to have information.

            Therefore the “booster shot” today is coming at us in the form of education, discussion, and story-telling. Today I welcome to our pulpit two beautiful and courageous people: Linda , a member of our congregation, who is willing to talk to us a little, as she did earlier this year to a group of our youth, about her experiences as person whose gender identity is changing, and in particular about her experiences as a part of this church community; and Susan Eckert, our membership coordinator, whose business among us is all about making this a place in which visitors often turn into members. Susan wants to talk about welcoming in general, and also about what it was like for her, personally, to welcome Linda into our midst.

            After the service, Linda would love it if you would grab something to eat and drink and come join her down here by the piano for a coffee-hour Question and Answer session. She assures me that she has been asked just about everything in such sessions in the past, and though she reserves the right to pass on any question, she has never yet chosen to do so. I hope you will take this opportunity to hear Linda’s perspective about what it is like to be a transgender person in the world today.

            Welcome to our pulpit, Linda.

 

Part I: [UUCA Member Linda  spoke from notes. Check out the CD of the service to hear what she had to say.  Here is a cool web-page with pictures and accounts of male-to-female transgender success stories:

http://ai.eecs.umich.edu/people/conway/TSsuccesses/TSsuccesses.html]

 

Part II: The remarks of Susan Eckert, Member Services Coordinator.

 

This year at General Assembly I attended a workshop entitled “Will They Come Back?  Creating a Culture of Hospitality.”  The room where this program took place was large – seating for 250 – it was a full house, with standing room only, which testified to the interest in this question. Every week our congregations across the US receive thousands of visitors. Most never return. Of those who return, few become members. Much of this is because so many of our congregations do a dismal job of making visitors feel welcome. Greeters at the door are not enough. There has to be a welcoming culture in the congregation. Now some people will disagree with me on this, but for the most part I feel the atmosphere is friendly and welcoming on Sunday mornings. I can say this with some conviction because I’m here just about every Sunday.  Looking around after the service you can usually see any number of people from the congregation engaging newcomers in conversation. But I wonder, just how far out of our comfort zone is each of us is willing to go, so that all people feel welcome and at ease, especially when we ourselves my not be comfortable in a particular person’s presence. It has happened with me before and I have lots of practice as the “the professional”.

When Linda first visited the church in March 2001 she introduced herself to me as “Tod.”  He came to Sunday services dressed in clothing that might be considered “masculine”, but fashion often blurs the lines of gender identity. Without Tod telling me explicitly, I knew that he was going through a gender transition, but I didn’t know in which stage or direction (male to female or female to male). It didn’t matter to me; I was pleased that Tod felt he was welcome in our church and that he kept coming back. When I didn’t see him for an extended period of time, I worried that he had given up on us. But he responded to my inquiries and I learned he often had a grueling schedule during the week and he wanted to spend as much free time as possible with his two young children, who usually lived with their mother. 

            Seven months later, in October, Tod signed the membership book. It was at that time Tod indicated he wanted to be known to the church community as “Linda.”  She requested two nametags - one for Tod  and one for Linda . I’m happy to say that today we will be retiring the “Tod” nametag.  She filled out her new member forms as “Tod or Linda .”  People who had not met Tod/Linda thought Tod and Linda were two separate people – a husband and wife couple. When I would explain that Tod and Linda was a transgender person, people seemed to accept it, even if they didn’t fully understand it.

            When someone joins the church, I ask them to complete our Gifts & Talents Survey. The Survey is often very helpful for matching new members with volunteer opportunities in which they might be interested and to facilitate connections between people and church programs or the wider community.  Linda indicated an interest in several areas – one of which was “Sunday Greeter.” Now, I love it when people want to be Greeters. It’s a good way for new members to learn who people are and to let them know who they are. Warm and friendly Greeters are essential to Sunday mornings and usually create the first of many first impressions a newcomer has when they come to the church. So when Linda checked the box next to “Greeter,” I should have been thrilled. I was, in fact, very impressed that Linda was willing, asking even, to be in a highly visible place in our church, but I had to admit I had some reservations about her in that role and that bothered me! I had always thought of myself as open-minded, liberal, a free thinker.  Our first Unitarian Universalist principal, belief in the worth and dignity of every human being, reflects the values my parents instilled in me and is one of the main reasons I’m a UU. I knew I had to identify the source of my own discomfort; that doing so would be a challenge, but one that would lead to personal spiritual growth.

Part of it had to do with my own gender identity of Linda – having first known her as a male, as “Tod,” then making the transition in my own mind that Tod is now Linda. At this point in time I had yet to see the complete physical transformation. When she came to church, Linda was applying makeup and styling her hair in a feminine fashion, but she was still wearing clothing that had a masculine edge.

The other part had to do with my work here, which includes meeting and talking with people who are new to our church or Unitarian Universalism. I was asking myself questions like:

 “What will newcomers think about our church; when they are greeted by someone whose gender identity is not completely clear?”

“If they feel uncomfortable around this issue, will they still feel welcome here?”

“Am I really as comfortable with all types of gender identity, as I think I am?”

Ironically, it did not occur to me that if a transgender person walked through our doors, Linda’s presence might ease any anxiety they might have about coming here.

In an effort to understand, I did a little research on what it means to be a transgender person.  I also knew that as a Welcoming Congregation we are committed to include and affirm bisexual, gay, lesbian and transgender persons in every aspect of our community life. As a UU and as a member of this church I am called to be proactive about affirming their presence in our church.

I called Linda and asked her to greet the following month. She came to church that morning looking completely femme for the first time since I met her, just as she does today. She was dressed to the nines in a tailored woman’s suit with coordinated pumps, handbag and jewelry. She was friendly and welcoming to people coming through the door, which, of course, is what being a greeter's all about. I didn’t notice any obvious discomfort that day and realized that what I might have perceived to be a problem was really about me and not anyone else.

Of course, it is probably easier to be open to and accepting of someone different from ourselves when we are within the safety of this beloved community. How might we react to that same person when we are I the big wide world beyond these walls? A couple months ago, Linda and I ran into each other in Hecht’s. Linda had her children with her and I was with my teenaged daughter and her boyfriend.  I think we were both taken by surprise, seeing each other outside of the church setting. I was truly happy to see her, and started to say “Hi Linda!”, but stopped short not knowing where her children were on the path to understanding their father’s gender identity as a woman. I don’t recall her appearance being distinctly male or female that day and I know Linda is still Tod in certain circumstances. I was also acutely aware of the two adolescent’s confusion over Linda’s gender. We exchanged brief pleasantries, but I was flummoxed by the presence of our children, and disappointed in my inability to handle the situation graciously.  As we left the store, Sarah and Billy peppered me with questions about Linda; her gender identity, what I though about it and how I knew her. I tried to answer them as best I could, with my limited knowledge, but was left with the nagging doubt that I didn’t do Linda justice in explaining to these curious youth what a terrific person I think she is. That gender is only one of many ways we communicate and interact with one another. There is clearly more for me to learn. And if I ever need a reminder about what being a Welcoming Congregation means to me I can recall this statement, from the UUA’s Office of Bisexual, Gay, Lesbian and Transgender Concerns: “Only when we are truly open to the wealth of diversity in our world will the inherent worth and dignity of every person be affirmed with a large voice.”

I am thankful for Linda’s presence in our congregation. I know through her living example and patience with one another we can all learn and grow.

 

CONCLUDING WORDS (Margie Allen)

 

            I would guess that most of you who hold any kind of notion about a God, have an image of a God which is transgender—beyond ideas of gender or inclusive of all ideas of gender. Few of us still believe, if we ever did, that we are created in the image of God: “male and female created He them.” Maybe an idea of a creator God or a God immanent in nature which expresses all the possibilities for gender and sexual expression in human beings will help us in our struggle against the rigidity of societal prescriptions regarding gender and sexuality. Whatever we can do—theologically, philosophically, practically—to lighten up on ourselves and others in terms of judgments and expectations is a step towards an enlightened future in which we do not deprive ourselves of the gifts and blessings of individuals just because they seem different or because they break the rules, or because we cannot interpret them easily. Our mantra might be “flexibility with integrity.” We choose to find the “yes” of welcome inside because we have made room in our own choosing for a wide range of possibilities. We choose to bend before difference into a position of respectful curiosity which need not threaten the integrity of our own identity, but which asks us to be always ready, when confronted with new information and with human difference, to revisit and gently interrogate the decisions we ourselves have made about how we will be in the world.

            When I think about flexibility and integrity, the image of dance comes up for me too. There was a time when I was an avid contradancer. I danced weekly with a mixed up group of hippie-back to nature-intellectual-artsy-types with some true oddities of humankind thrown in for good measure. Contradancing is the kind of traditional dance that is done in two long rows of people facing one another—“contra” means “against or facing.” In the fourth grade in Roanoke, Virginia, I learned a contradance called the Virginia Reel. That’s probably where I caught the bug. A contradance is made up of a “figure,” a progression of moves which are danced in a foursome. At the end of each figure, the foursome drops one couple and picks up another and so people advance down the rows and then back up again.

            There are gender roles. The figures are made up of square dance like elements such as swinging and do-si-do and promenade. The boys do certain things in a “figure” and the girls do certain other things. Your gender is proclaimed not by your appearance, but by your position in the line. I used to switch genders in the course of an evening. I learned a whole lot about gender fluidity and my own internalized gender stereotypes doing that, and I feel I am a better dancer for it. A “swing” feels really different when you are the “swinger” than it does when you’re the “swung.” This lesbian had to work hard to relax in the arms of a man, to really let myself rely on his strength to hold me against a fierce centrifugal force. I wore skirts sometimes because I discovered how wonderful it feels to have your skirt swirling in the dance, how feminine that feels, and how beautiful skirts down the line and across the room look in all their colors moving in the patterns of the dance.

As a man dancing I felt protective of the women I held, gallant, chivalrous in a way. Yet I saw how resistant some of the women were to encountering a woman in the man’s role. Disgust would be a strong word, but sometimes I felt them wanting to step out of the dance instead of allowing me to be their next partner. These were the women who broke the contradance rule about looking into the eyes of your partner. It keeps you from getting dizzy—yes—but it is, more importantly, the etiquette of the dance—polite, respectful, and welcoming. That’s how the dancing community knits itself together, through the real connection that grows between two people whose eyes offer the only steady rest and reassurance in a reeling world.

            Contradance etiquette makes a good model for welcoming. First, relax and be yourself. Reconcile yourself to the fact that you are going to be partnered with every single person in the room at one time or another. Smile and honor each partner with your presence as your eyes fix upon one another. If you are the one more familiar with the dance, help your partner through the steps. If you are the novice, be all eyes and ears, smiles and ready arms and legs. Be reliable and forgiving in either role. Know that you have lots of chances to get it right because the nature of the dance is that the same figure happens over and over and over again with each different set of partners. At the end of the dance bow (or curtsy) to one another in acknowledgment of the pleasure of your partner’s company. Above all, take a moment or two to admire the beauty of a room full of dancers, to take delight in the synchronous progression of the whole colorful constellation.

            I have seen you dancing this Unitarian Universalist welcome, all of you. You are a welcoming people. You have warmly welcomed me, your first gay intern. You have welcomed all kinds of families here, all colors of people, all kinds of love, a range of gender expressions. You are a gracious and giving people. Keep on growing this welcoming congregation. It is work and it is fun, and it is a tenet of our faith that everyone is welcome to join the dance.

            “Let it be a dance. Every body turn and spin, let your body learn to bend, and, like a willow in the wind, let it be a dance.” [“Let It Be A Dance,” #311 in Singing the Living Tradition] Integrity and flexibility. Or as Linda’s song puts it: “When you get the choice to sit it out or dance, I hope you dance…. I hope you dance [LeeAnn Womack, ‘I Hope You Dance’].”

AMEN.

 

© Margie Allen, Summer Minister


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