Keith Reynolds

As some of you will have noticed, yesterday Kevin posted an obituary for his grandfather, Keith Reynolds, on his LiveJournal. That’s a notice designed to go into a newspaper, so it is short and to the point. It also leaves much unsaid.

When it talks of being born in Arkansas and living in California it doesn’t mention a young couple heading out west in search of work. When it talks about a WWII veteran it says nothing about storming beachheads on Pacific islands, or being amongst the first troops sent shore to inspect effect of atom bombs on Japan. When it talks about being a Heavy Equipment Operator it says nothing abut how unpleasant and dangerous construction work can be; and it was way more dangerous when Mr. Reynolds was doing it.

Then there is the family side of things. For a variety of reasons Kevin spent a lot of time with his grandparents when he was growing up. He was very close to them. They created a wonderful family. They have also been very kind to me over the years. If it was possible for me to get into the USA I’d be on a plane out there so that I could attend the funeral and pay my respects. Instead I am stuck at home writing.

What can I say? Obviously I wish I could be there for Kevin, but he knows that. So I will limit myself to saying that Keith Reynolds was a very brave, kind and sensible man, and I wish there could be more people like him in the world. I am proud to have known him.

Me: In Hebrew

Today I have ding production on Salon Futura #6 and watching rugby. The former you’ll see on Monday, I hope. The latter, well laughing at the Scottish rugby team isn’t really fair. But I did want to pop in briefly to say how pleased I am that some kind people in Israel have translated one of my articles from Salon Futura #5 into Hebrew. You can find it here. Thanks Ehud!

Not Dead

I’ve just been very busy getting issue #5 of Salon Futura ready for publication. I think it is all ready to go now. Assuming I don’t discover anything horrible it will be online tomorrow morning (UK time).

Me, Elsewhere

Issue #600 of Locus is a Digital Age special and includes commentary on online issues from a number of people, including me. It is also the first issue to be available electronically. You can buy it here.

The Locus staff have done a pretty good job of creating ebook editions. I’m certainly delighted that I’ll be able to read the magazine in a timely fashion again from now on.

I’m also likely to be in the Locus Roundtable blog more often as my friend Karen Burnham has taken over as the editor there and I’m listed as one of the contributors. I’ve responded to a couple of Karen’s requests for content, so I guess something may appear there soon. It is seriously cool to be on a contributor list alongside John Clute and Gary K. Wolfe.

The New Year Thing

Well, that was some year. On the downside, I got banned from traveling to the USA. On the upside I won a Hugo, was nominated for a Howie, had a lovely vacation showing Kevin some of my favorite places in Australia, acquired (well, rented) a home of my own, started a business, published a book and launched a magazine. I’m learning to podcast and do video. And this year’s BristolCon was a big success. It has all been rather frenetic.

For next year, obviously, I’ll be doing the best I can to make a success of Salon Futura and Wizard’s Tower. But at the same time, if we are making resolutions, I also need to be determined not to be silly. If it looks like the business is losing money, and will continue to lose money, then I need to let go. I can’t afford it, and in any case a vanity business will not get me a US visa. It will be an interesting year ahead.

Day Off -ish

Tomorrow is the Winter Solstice, and as a good neo-pagan I will be doing my best to have a day off then. I am, after all, expecting to be working through the weekend. I do, after all, work most weekends. That’s what happens when you are running two businesses, and your nearest and dearest is 5,000 miles away.

I don’t expect to be awake in time to see all of the lunar eclipse, but the forecast for here is heavy cloud all day so I don’t suppose there will be anything to be seen. I do, however, plan to spend most of the day doing non-work stuff such as cooking (turducken feast!), reading books, playing computer games, maybe even watching a movie.

OK, so reading books isn’t entirely non-work-related. And also I have a big announcement going out for Wizard’s Tower tomorrow. So maybe I won’t get a day off after all. But I tried.

Me, Elsewhere

Every year around this time Timmi Duchamp opens up the Aqueduct Press blog to guest writers who talk about the best things that they have read, seen or listened to in the past 12 months. I’m honored to be included amongst the invitees, and my entry went live this morning. You can read it here.

Postcode Lookups

You’ve probably seen me rant about the postcode database before. The entry for my little cottage is wrong, and as many UK companies and bureaucracies will only allow you to register addresses that exist in the database much of my mail ends up going to my landlord’s house instead.

But this post is not about my address, it is about other people’s. Because this is the time of year when you send out rather more mail than usual, and that means you may well need to find out someone’s postcode, armed only with their street address.

I tried to do that for someone this morning. It was no surprise when the Post Office website lookup facility could not find the address is question. There are a few other web sites that claim to do postcode lookups. I think I tried three in all. Every one of them gave software errors.

It isn’t like the address in question is hard to find. Google maps has no problem with it. It even gives 4 of the 6 characters of the postcode. But Google isn’t allowed to display the full postcode because the Post Office makes money from selling the database.

So, what is one to do? Actually there is a cunning workaround. I signed into Amazon UK. (Other UK-based retailers may work, but Amazon is somewhere I happen to have an account.) I tried to set up a delivery address using the data I had. Sure enough, Amazon came back with the required postcode. Job done.

So, my question is, given that they both use the same official database, how come Amazon could find the address I was looking for, but the Post Office’s own web site could not?

Card Shopping

After a good deal of hunting around I have finally managed to find some cards that just say “Season’s Greetings” and do not sneakily add anything about Christmas on the inside. I made a point of thanking the lady in the small, independent card shop for stocking them, and she thanked me in turn because someone had been in and harangued her about them. I do try hard to be sympathetic, and friends and family who I know to be Christians will get Christmas cards, but I have a hard time getting my head around the idea that allowing people to believe in a religion other than your own, or indeed no religion, somehow amounts to “persecution”.

I should note also that Clinton’s did have a small stock of New Year cards, which they presumably think are safe. One of them was just perfect for Kevin.

Having said that, most of you on the far side of the pond are going to be getting Christmas cards whether you like it or not. That’s partly because I bought a lot, thinking I wouldn’t be able to find any non-Christmas ones, but mainly because of our beloved Post Office. It used to be that there were standard prices for sending cards overseas, but these days everything is done by weight, and the PO have cunningly set the lowest weight band so narrow that large numbers of perfectly normal cards and letters won’t be in it. A very apologetic lady at the PO said I should bring all of my overseas cards in to be weighed, just in case. So most of you will get exactly the same card, which will save a lot of time.

Note to Post Office management: this sort of behavior is what folks here on the Internet call “Evil”. I know you are suffering from a declining market share, but this sort of trickery isn’t going to help.

And yes, sending a card from the UK to the US is significantly more expensive than sending one the other way, even if you do fit into the lowest weight band.

Nesting

One of the things about setting up a new home is that there’s no shortage of stuff you need to get. This apartment might be “furnished”, but that doesn’t mean it has every creature comfort. For complicated reasons to do with loyalty card promotions I have bought myself a Christmas present in November: speakers. They are not, of course, top of the range speakers. This is a very small apartment, and my landlord lives next door. But they are much better than the internal speakers on my computers. At long last I have decent music. This place is starting to become comfortable.

The Giving Thanks Thing

No, I’m not in America, but I have got into the habit of doing this because I think it is a good thing to do. And besides, I have a lot to be thankful for.

This year I am most profoundly thankful for the Internet. Without it I would be reliant on slow airmail and expensive international telephone calls. With it Kevin and I can talk every day, and spend hours on free video phone calls. I can also keep up with my many other friends around the world. And the Internet has given me a chance of creating a business that might just help me get the visa I need to be able to go to US conventions again.

I should also give thanks to some special people who have helped me through a very difficult year. Thanks are due to John and Judith Clute, who rescued me when my life was falling apart earlier this year, and helped me get back on my feet. Thanks are also due to my friend Marjorie, without whose help I would not have found somewhere to live so quickly. In addition, thanks to everyone who has offered their sympathy and support this year. You have been wonderful.

The Royal Family Hates Me

I don’t suppose it was deliberate, but damn! Couldn’t they have picked a different date?

I haven’t seen Kevin since our trip to Australia for Worldcon. I won’t be seeing him over the holidays. The plan was that he’d come over to the UK for Eastercon, and we’d spend a bit of time together then. So what happens? Some damn fool decides to have a Royal Wedding that week.

In consequence I expect air fares around that date will go through the roof, hotels will be booked solid, and the country will close down for the week. Not to mention that there will be a massive outpouring of jingoistic nonsense and a flood of crappy souvenirs. Sigh.

Maybe we’ll just arrange to meet up in some other country, except we do want to go to Eastercon, what with Vincent Docherty and Roz Kaveney being Guests of Honour, and the convention having laid on an Admiralty Ball especially for Captain Standlee and his favorite space pirate.

Pictures of N’Awlins

As most of you probably know by now, this past week Neil Gaiman invited a bunch of friends to New Orleans to help celebrate his 50th birthday. He was kind enough to invite me, but of course I can’t travel to the US so I have had to follow events online. It sounds like everyone had a wonderful time, and importantly Kyle Cassidy was there to record the goings on. There may well be a book of photos at some point, but in the meantime Kyle was kind enough to share this wonderful picture of Gary K. Wolfe.

Gary K. Wolfe - (c) Kyle Cassidy 2010

When I first heard about this event I had a sneaking suspicion that something else might happen. Weddings, as most of you who have gone through them will know, can be fraught affairs filled with much family in-fighting. The chance to get married in the company of a large group of dear friends is something that can be denied many of us. So I was pleased to see that Amanda sprang a little surprise.

Neil, Amanda and Jason - (c) Kyle Cassidy 2010

The young man giving Amanda away is Jason Webley.

Neil was quick to point out that they still need to have a legal ceremony, but this looks like it was quite wonderful.

Happy birthday Neil, and my very best wishes to you and Amanda.

The World Gets Better

I finally managed to get a new patient check-up at a local doctor today. I had been rather nervous about this, having had bad experiences with NHS doctors before. I was fully prepared to be told that the surgery did not welcome people like me (or more likely to be given some weasel words about how they were not equipped to treat special cases and that I should see a specialist). I’m delighted to say that the nurse I saw was very sympathetic and understanding. Score one for Trowbridge.

I still have to see the actual GP, but I’m now hopeful that I’ll save quite a bit of money because I’ll no longer have to use a private practice for fairly basic medical services.

World Fantasy Wrap

No, I wasn’t there, but I had a certain interest in goings on.

As it turns out, I did not win a Howie. The Special Award: UnNon-Professional category was won by Strange Horizons. This is entirely appropriate. They have been doing awesome stuff online for 10 years; Clarkesworld has only just started its 5th year. Had I been a judge, I would have given the award to them too.

I was pretty pleased with the other winners as well, though I was always going to be a bit sad over Best Novel. Fond as I am of The City and The City, I also love Finch and The Red Tree. It would have been particularly awesome for Caitlín to win.

Also, thanks to Jonathan Oliver of Solaris, I have solved a mystery. There has been some confusion over my apparently being listed as attending the convention. It wasn’t me, it was someone else with the same name.

So, for avoidance of confusion, I hereby note that I am not engaged to be married to James Maxey, though I’m sure he’s a lovely and talented guy. As to the other Cheryl, I apologize profusely if some people were unspeakably rude to you at the convention under the impression that you were me. I’m not normally a big fan of the changing your name when you get married thing, but in your case it may well be wisest thing to do.

I also note that I am not, nor ever have been, married to a professional soccer player.

That Equality Report

I promised you a post on the Equalities and Human Rights Commission’s new report, How Fair is Britain? Here it is.

As I mentioned on Monday, mostly the report has little to say about the status of trans people in Britain because the EHRC does not have sufficient data to draw any conclusions. This isn’t surprising. The numbers of trans people are very small, they are not a fashionable group of people to study, and even if surveys did ask respondents if they identified as trans many trans people would lie for fear of outing themselves. Nevertheless, there are a number of rather depressing comments.

On Crime

In a small study of the experience of 71 transgender people, over half said that they had experienced harassment, and a smaller proportion (12 people) said that they had been physically assaulted: a large amount of crime against this group appears to go unreported.

A survey of attitudes among 872 transgender people found that two-thirds felt confident that they would be treated appropriately by members of the police service as their acquired gender. However, around 1 in 5 of those who had had contact with the police (68/367) felt that they were treated inappropriately, with attacks against them not being taken seriously and inappropriate searches being carried out.

On Health Care

The ‘Patient Satisfaction with Transgender Services’ which surveyed the opinions and experiences of 647 individuals at all stages of treatment/transition, found that 1 in 7 transgender people who responded to the healthcare section of the satisfaction survey felt that they had been treated adversely by healthcare professionals because of their transgender status.

On Education

In the same survey, transgender students were identified as the group who secondary teachers think are least supported in school (with only 7% of secondary teachers saying that this is the case). Also, only 7% of secondary teachers say that their school is ‘very active’ in promoting equality and respect for transgender pupils.

Despite two-thirds of lesbian, gay and transgender secondary students reporting that they have been victims of often severe bullying (17% of those bullied reported having received death threats), most teachers say that their schools do little to very actively promote respect towards lesbian, gay and transgender young people.

On Employment

Given the size of the transgender population, national survey evidence is unable to shed light on their economic position. However, a small 2008 survey of 71 respondents by the Scottish Transgender Alliance found that among respondents there was a high unemployment rate with 37% (N=26) receiving out of work benefits. There was also a high reported self-employment rate at 20% (N=14) perhaps because some members of the transgender community avoid situations where they do not have control over their work environment and the people with whom they have day-to-day contact.

There is very limited information about the economic position of the transgender population in the labour market, although research suggests that it is not favourable. A small-scale Scottish study (with 71 respondents) found that 55% of transgendered people had an HND/degree or postgraduate degree, but only 30% had a gross annual income of over £20,000, and almost half had a gross annual income of under £10,000.

Although little empirical work has been done in the area of employment for transgender people, it is reported in qualitative research and small-scale survey work that the employment sphere is the space in which transgender people face the most significant and pervasive levels of discrimination.

As a consequence of harassment and bullying 1 in 4 transgender people will feel obliged to change their jobs.

On housing

For transgender people, housing problems or crises can be related to aggression from neighbours and/or others in the local area, or the breakup of families on discovering a member of the family is transgender. These experiences may trigger a housing crisis or lead to homelessness.

I’m not posting this in the hope you folks will feel sorry for me. I know I have been very lucky. I have a home of my own, a decent income, and a wonderfully supportive relationship. But I have been through times when my annual income was in 4 figures (and I was afraid to go to social services for help). I have been through times when suicide seemed like a logical option. It is a bad place to be in, and there are many people in the UK, and around the world, who are in that place now.

Of course there are very many people who are much more seriously disadvantaged because they live in extreme poverty. But this is such a small problem in comparison to their plight. It is a problem that would be largely solved if we, as a society, would just change our attitudes. The economic cost is pitifully small.

So what can we as individuals can do about this? Trans people are such a small and despised minority that they are mostly off the political radar. Writing to your MP won’t help a lot. What we can do, however, is challenge opinions. The main reason why trans people are such a disadvantaged group is that politicians are afraid to do anything to help them. And that’s because when trans people are featured in the media it is generally either as the butt of jokes, or because some journalist is outraged that anything at all is done to support “perverts”. While those media attitudes exist, trans people will always be a political scapegoat rather than a protected group.

So next time you hear or see someone trashing trans people in public, do me a favor and challenge it, please.

You might also read this article by Matt Cheney, which I think is wonderful. If we were less obsessed with gender, and the maintenance of male superiority, we would be a lot less terrified by people who don’t fit our neat social boxes.

Update: For comparison, the National Center for Transgender Equality today issued a report on trans people’s access to health care in the USA. It makes horrific reading. The headline statistic is that 19% of respondents to the survey (of 6450 people) were refused care outright.

Trans People and Coming Out

Today is International Coming Out Day. You can expect to see a lot of LGB people writing happy blog posts about what a positive experience coming out is, and how more people should do it. It is a wonderful, uplifting event. Posts by trans people, in contrast, will probably be rather less common, and not just because there are fewer trans people.

As Hal Duncan noted during the recent Salon Futura podcast on writing LGBT characters, social attitudes towards LGB people have softened considerably over his lifetime. That’s not true everywhere in the world, as yesterday’s reports from Serbia make all too plain. But conditions for trans people, even in the West, are far less friendly. A report by the Equalities and Human Rights Commission titled How Fair is Britain? was issued today. Mostly what it has to say about trans people is “we don’t know” because there are so few of them, and they are so rarely studied, but what evidence it does have suggests that they are more discriminated against than any other group included in the report. I’ll comment on this in more detail another day.

On October 1st a new Equality Act came into effect in the UK. Mostly this is a very good thing that extends and consolidates rights for various disadvantaged groups in society. For trans people, however, it took rights away. In direct contravention of the existing Gender Recognition Act, the Equality Act states that trans people who have completed gender transition are not to be legally regarded as persons of their desired gender. It states that all trans people can be legally discriminated against in a wide variety of ways. I can legally be denied work and housing, thrown out of pubs and restaurants, denied service in shops, and denied access to transport services, simply because someone else says that they find my presence offensive. The right of other people to do these things to me is enshrined in UK law.

This new law is almost certainly in contravention of both British and European Human Rights legislation, but in the absence of a successful test case it still stands. Given the existence of such legislation, it is unsurprising that trans people are unwilling to be open about their status (though from what I recall of reading early drafts, the Equality Act makes concealing your trans status during a job application a criminal offense).

The argument for coming out is, of course, that the LGBT community needs role models. Gareth Thomas is doing a wonderful job in the rugby world, and the It Gets Better campaign on YouTube is providing much needed emotional support to frightened LGBT teens.

Trans people can be role models too. Chaz Bono has lent his support to the It Gets Better campaign. A potential role model in the UK is Nadia Almada, the Portuguese woman who won Big Brother. Judging from this interview with my friend Christine Burns, Nadia is a bubbly, confident person with a positive outlook on life. She’s busy setting up a new business. But the interview also touches on her suicide attempt following the recent Ultimate Big Brother show, which re-united past winners.

When Nadia was first on Big Brother, her housemates were unaware of her trans status. The programme’s producers played this up to the viewers, who were let in on the secret. That was part of the “entertainment”. For the reunion show, everyone knew about Nadia’s background. As this interview reveals, Nadia’s housemates were allowed to bully her, and this bullying was edited out by the TV company, thereby avoiding the outcry that resulted from the racist bullying of Shilpa Shetty, and making Nadia seem ill-tempered and hysterical to the viewers. This too was part of the “entertainment”. You can say this was all Nadia’s fault for wanting to be on TV, but putting yourself forward in that way is exactly what being a role-model is all about. You can’t inspire anyone if you keep yourself private.

It wouldn’t be so bad if all you were risking was yourself. Unfortunately homophobic and transphobic bullies don’t content themselves with persecuting the objects of their hatred. They often turn their attention to the families of those people too. You may have noticed that I have been rather more open about my own status of late. That’s because I am no longer living with my mother, and her home is no longer at risk of being vandalized simply because I live there.

The average age of gender transition in the UK is apparently around 40. That, I am sure, is an historical artifact. It makes no sense to transition at that age. Those people who want to transition are generally well aware that they are trans when they are at school. The longer you wait, the more time hormones have to make their mark on your body. The younger you can transition, the better. But until recently very few people have had the courage to go through gender transition, let alone come out.

So we currently have a society in which trans people are going through transition in late middle age. Many of them will have married earlier in life in order to appear “normal”, or in an attempt to “cure” themselves of their feelings, just as gay people did in my parents’ generation. Some will have children. If they go public about their trans status, they put their families at risk.

Finally there is the whole question of what it means to be “out” as a trans person. As I have explained elsewhere, there are many different types of trans people. Some are adamant that they are neither male nor female, and are very happy to be identified as something else. Others, however, want nothing more than to be accepted as ordinary members of the gender in which they feel they belong. For them, being out as a trans person means that they can never have that acceptance. It means that people will forever be seeing them as “really” a member of the gender they hate being seen as belonging to. It means admitting to themselves that they can never have the life that they dreamed of as children. For some it is an admission that their lives have been a failure.

Despite the desperate need for positive role models, trans people are very reluctant to come out. I regret that, but I very much understand where they are coming from, and I will try never to condemn anyone for failing to do so. I hope you won’t either.

Dangerous Driving

On my way to the railway station this morning I got something of a fright. A car came speeding down a hill behind and stopped, it’s front left mounting the pavement inches from my leg. It didn’t screech to a halt, but it wasn’t a controlled stop either.

The driver didn’t seem at all concerned. I suspect he was quite amused that he’d given me a fright. Besides, he had more important things on his mind. He was headed for a shop called Bargain Booze, and was clearly in something of a hurry.

Given the look of the car — a fairly new and spotless white BMW with custom license plates — and the “I have more money than taste” investment banker outfit the guy was wearing, I don’t think he needs to shop in bargain stores. That suggests he spends an awful lot of money on alcohol. Goodness only knows what his driving is like when he’s drunk.

One of these days that guy is going to kill someone. And because he’ll be able to afford the best lawyers he’ll probably get off with a fine that is less than a day’s wages to him. The world, she is not a fair place.