Op-ed: This Trans Man Refused to Lie for 'American Idol'

Op-ed: This Trans Man Refused to Lie for 'American Idol'

Like every American Idol contestant, I decided to audition for the show in order to pursue my wildest dreams of making a career out of singing. As an out trans man, I hoped that I could follow my passion while also advocating for the transgender and queer communities. But when all was said (or sung) and done, I did not fit into the narrow narrative American Idol apparently wanted to portray.

Instead, I was faced with a cruel decision: Be a singer and lie about my identity, or give up the chance to finally pursue the career I’ve always wanted. Ultimately, I refused to relinquish my reality for the one producers wanted to portray. I left the audition devastated — not because I was eliminated from the show, but because I was disappointed in the dishonest, damaging treatment of me, my partner, my story, and my community.    

Collin M. Eagen

I have been a performer ever since I first learned how to speak. Music, especially singing, quickly became a passion that I pursued relentlessly. My childhood was filled with piano lessons, vocal lessons, choir, and theater. My voice was my pride. It carried me through some of the most difficult times of my life and eventually led me to study music in college.

As they do for many young adults, those years marked a time when I started to truly discover myself and the world of possibilities before me. For me, this meant exploring the depths of my queer identity. I soon recognized that my gender presentation didn’t exactly align with my gender identity, but it took me longer to decide that I would pursue transition. I started to live more authentically by asking people in my life to refer to me by the name Collin and by using male pronouns, but I knew that I ultimately needed hormone replacement to feel complete in my transition and identity.

But as someone who took so much pride in their voice, I was terrified of the consequences my transition could present. I knew that my voice was going to change, but there was no way to know how I would sound once my voice had settled into its new lower register. After a few months with no audible changes, I started to notice that I couldn’t hit the same high notes I used to, and my voice would have moments of instability. Eventually I lost complete control over my voice. My vocal range varied from minute to minute. I knew that if I wanted to keep singing, I had to fight to reinvent my developing male voice. I went back to the basics and taught myself how to sing with an entirely new set of tools.

By the time I got married last year, I’d learned how to use those tools quite effectively, if I do say so myself: 

Collin’s Performance from Ariel & Collin on Vimeo.

Which brings us back to this year, the final season of American Idol. When I decided to audition, I promised that I would remain authentic my truth, regardless of what the producers wanted that truth to look like on-camera. I knew going in that producers would be interested in exploiting my identity for the advantage of their show’s ratings. While I was OK with the idea of my identity being an interesting feature of my story that could be highlighted on the show, I was concerned about it upstaging my voice.

And upon my audition, my written profile, where I outed myself as trans, quickly became the center of the producers’ interest. I felt paranoia overwhelming me. What were their intentions? Were they attempting to make a mockery of me?  

I lost count of how many times Idol producers attempted to pressure me into discussing my family history, even after I directly told them that subject was off-limits. My transition put a strain on many of the relationships in my life, including my relationship with my family. I could not say, on national television, that everything was hunky-dory between my family and me, or that they were always loving and supportive, because that is not the truth. I didn’t want to lie to the thousands of transgender people who might watch my story. I wasn’t willing to play into the current trend of televised trans stories featuring supportive families and warm-fuzzy endings. But at the same time, I wasn’t interested in bad-mouthing my family or making them feel guilty about their experiences and feelings surrounding my transition.

Each time I answered a question about my identity or how I discovered and molded that central part of who I am, a producer would stop me and attempt to revise my answer with the response they apparently wanted on film.

I do not identify with either side of the male/female gender binary, I have never felt like I was in the wrong body, and I never “suffered” when I was presenting as female. But that was not the story these producers were interested in hearing. Throughout the interview, producers tried to “script” my story, asking me to say that I always knew I was a boy, and every moment that I was not living as a boy was torturous. While this may be true for many of my fellow transgender people, it is not true for me.

Producers encouraged me to speak for my family, my partner, and for the entire transgender population. I worked diligently to articulate my answers in such a way that they could not be manipulated or misrepresented with deceptive editing. I made every effort to speak only for myself and my own experience, acknowledging my privileges and individual perspectives.

Ultimately, I was censored to the point that I was not allowed to use specific terms that validate my life, love, and identity. I was told that I could not refer to my partner as my partner. Instead, I was told I must refer to her as my wife (we are legally married) or girlfriend. American Idol was only interested in presenting the story of a transgender person as they understood it should be told. They wanted me to compromise my identity and to shove the story of my transition to fit into a box that the media and society have created for understanding transgender lives.

Before getting to meet the celebrity judges, I was coached by the producers on how to introduce myself. I was instructed to casually out myself to the host of the show, Ryan Seacrest, and the celebrity judges. The producers made me repeatedly practice outing myself before I was sent in for my audition. Once I was in the room, I introduced myself to Keith Urban, Jennifer Lopez, and Harry Connick Jr. as I had been told.

Their reactions were not hostile, but they were predictable. J. Lo was the first to respond, attempting to compliment me by saying something along the lines of “I never would have known.” The other two chimed in with overtures about how “courageous” I was. After I sang, the judges critiqued my performance, and I walked away from the show feeling used and cheated. This was supposed to be an opportunity for me to chase after my dreams — instead, it became an opportunity for the show to bait my community and disrespect my story.   

COLLIN EAGEN is an aspiring singer living in Colorado.

Collin M. Eagen

www.advocate.com/commentary/2015/10/16/op-ed-trans-man-refused-lie-american-idol

Three Takeaways After 40 Days Without Grindr

Three Takeaways After 40 Days Without Grindr

Over a month ago, I challenged myself to stop using hookup apps. Two weeks ago, I wrote a progress report on my halfway point, and now I can give my final say on the experience.

I confess: It was easy to go without Grindr, Scruff, Recon, Daddyhunt, Adam4Adam, MISTER, or any of the other hookup apps during the final two weeks of my sabbatical, because halfway through them was the Folsom Street Fair

For one weekend, Grindr and Scruff were completely forgotten. Hot, hairy, kinky leathermen from all over the world had booked every hotel room in San Francisco, and most of them would be gathered into a few narrow blocks in San Francisco’s South of Market district, many clad in leather harnesses, for the infamous fetish festival. 

And although sex was certainly a major goal of the weekend, it was not the only reason I was excited to go. I wrote an op-ed for The Advocate about how Folsom is an important event for anyone whose sexual interests fall outside the vanilla realm and wants to meet up with like-minded folks. For one weekend every year since 1984, San Francisco becomes a city filled with both experienced and novice kinksters, teaching each other new fetish techniques and playing hard. 

In other words, it’s a great time to cruise tech-free. I parked my car on a precarious San Francisco slope and carried my suitcase filled with leather gear to a townhouse in the Castro where I would be staying. The final lessons I took from going off the apps are certainly inspired by the weekend that followed, but they are applicable to gay men everywhere and anywhere.  

1. If you are presented with the option of having fun in person, turn off your phone. 
I stayed with a friend through the weekend, and together we made plans to hit the best parties happening across the city. At one point during the official pre-Folsom dance party, Magnitude, my friend stood at the bar talking to a cute guy who kept checking his phone. Finally, my friend patted the guy’s shoulder and said, “Dude, get off Scruff. Look around you. It’s here.” 

The view was pretty stellar. Guys didn’t actually start having sex on the dance floor until closer to the end of the party, but there was a large tent erected in the parking lot that acted as the official backroom. Inside the tent were spaces partitioned off by black tarp and chain-link fence. Some of the spaces had leather sex slings that would have been immensely more comfortable if they had leg straps. Cruising the apps was needless — I was already at the fun. 

2. Lose the “app shame.”  
If you choose to take a break from hookup apps, don’t do it because of “app shame.” In the comments to my first article, a common response was that there was no need to be on Grindr in the first place — because hookup apps and the guys who use them are “gross” (among other pejoratives). 

Most of these comments are just slut-shaming — and therefore completely dismissable — but many guys seem to truly believe that meaningful connections are impossible to find on Grindr. Many more think that guys who use hookup apps are shallow and classless. Others claim that the apps are effectively destroying person-to-person interactions. 

All these sounds pretty silly to me. Gay men have always hunted for sex, objectified each other, and treated each other poorly. The apps have hardly destroyed gay life — they have simply digitized it. Meaningful connections are truly hard to find on Grindr, but in today’s fast-paced world, meaningful connections are hard to find anywhere. So if you’re considering a sabbatical, do it with a spirit of adventure and curiosity, not because of generalizations you’ve made about guys online or about the apps themselves — generalizations that are more likely a reflection of your own insecurities rather than the perceived flaws of others. 

3. Don’t underestimate the ability of hookup apps to create friendships — especially for gay men
It was a long and crazy weekend. After every party, my friend and I stood outside in the cold, waiting for our Uber. Something magical happens in those moments between the circuit party and the ride home. People emerge from the dark and you see them as they really appear. Guys you thought had perfect bodies look less perfect. Couples start holding hands again. Everyone is a little bewildered to discover how much time has passed. As the drugs wear off, everyone is reminded how life continues outside our mad little world. 

After a few nights like this, I stood on my friend’s doorstep with my suitcase, ready to say goodbye. And right there, I realized he was a good friend, someone I could talk to about my fears and insecurities, someone I could call if I was drunk and needed a ride home. 

I met him on Scruff over a year ago. We initially hooked up, but since that time we have become more than a hookup to each other. This is gay culture, the one I live in and see every day; friendships often start with sex, friendships often lead to sex, and friendships often include sex at some point. 

If anything, this should illustrate how needless it is to vilify hookup apps. Sex is what we are going to do, because it is what we have always done, and there’s nothing ugly or shameful about it. It is an ancient human instinct that gets horribly repressed, feared, and fussed over in today’s climate, when it should be celebrated. Anything that brings us together — whether it is Grindr, Scruff, a dating website, or a sex dungeon — should not be scoffed at, because we need each other. 

My friend told me to text him when I made it back to Los Angeles, and I knew he meant it. He cared. He was family. 

I’m back on the apps now, but I’m definitely using them less. It was more fun to meet guys in person, but harder. The apps offer an easy way to tell guys what you’re into sexually or what you’re looking for; you just write it on your profile. Cruising in person requires you to say, “I want to have sex with you so bad, and this is what I want to do.” But I must stress how awesome and empowering it feels when you finally bring yourself to say that — far better than a texted “‘Sup?” 

ALEXANDER CHEVES

ALEXANDER CHEVES has written articles on sex, dating, and relationships for GC Magazine and is an intern with The Advocate. Follow his blog, The Beastly Ex-Boyfriend
Alexander Cheves

www.advocate.com/love-and-sex/2015/10/16/three-takeaways-after-40-days-without-grindr

Open Question: How can I make him (Craig) feel more comfortable about anything LGBT related?

Open Question: How can I make him (Craig) feel more comfortable about anything LGBT related?
I’m gay and I like him and he’s like all freaked out and doesn’t want to be my friend coz I will “pounce on him.”

My friend commented that he wanted to dress up like a girl for a choir concert, and everyone voted for it, but Craig looked down, sad and acted like he didn’t want any part of it.

All of my choir friends are so open to LGBT stuff and he has like a serious issue with it!

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Virginia Man Says Catholic Nursing Home Fired Him for Being Gay

Virginia Man Says Catholic Nursing Home Fired Him for Being Gay

A Virginia man says he’s been fired as the top administrator of a Catholic-affiliated nursing home because he’s gay and in a same-sex marriage, and he’s filed a complaint with the U.S. Equal Employment Opportunity Commission.

John Murphy was executive director of Saint Francis Home, an assisted-living facility in Richmond, for just about a week before he was terminated, the Associated Press reports. When he was hired, the home’s board president said his relationship wouldn’t pose a problem, he told the AP this week. The home is owned by the Roman Catholic Diocese of Richmond, and the board members are appointed by the local bishop.

But soon after he started the job, “two deputies of Bishop Francis Xavier DiLorenzo told him that he was being fired because his marriage goes against church doctrine,” the news service reports. Murphy said he believes DiLorenzo found out about his marriage through the paperwork for new employees that goes to the diocesan office.

Murphy, a lifelong Catholic, said the firing has shaken his faith. “I thought I found a safe place where I could do good and I won’t be judged and I won’t be ostracized,” he told the AP. “People being discriminated against because of who they love, when it has nothing to do with their performance, is outrageous.” Murphy (pictured above, left, with husband Jerry Carter) received no severance pay, so he and Carter, a retired social worker, are living mainly on Social Security benefits, he said.

A diocesan spokeswoman declined to comment on specifics of Murphy’s case, citing confidentiality of personnel matters, but told the AP the diocese expects employees to adhere to church teachings, “including the values that are consistent with the sanctity of marriage.”

The diocese appears to take a hands-off approach to management of Saint Francis Home otherwise, though. It does not fund the home’s operations, although allowing it to solicit donations from parishioners, and the board hires laypeople as professional administrators.

Murphy filed a discrimination complaint with the EEOC last month, the AP reports. If it finds the diocese committed unlawful discrimination, it will try to negotiate a settlement. If those negotiations are unsuccessful or if the commission does not find there has been discrimination, the matter will likely end up in federal court.

Virginia does not ban antigay discrimination by private employers, and there is as yet no federal law explicitly banning such discrimination. The EEOC ruled this summer that discrimination based on sexual orientation is prohibited by the Civil Rights Act of 1964’s provision covering gender bias. But the EEOC ruling hasn’t been tested in court yet, and courts may not apply it evenly, so a federal law like the pending Equality Act is still needed, according to LGBT rights activists.

Murphy’s case also raises the question of how broad an exemption religiously affiliated employers can have from antibias law. Religious groups don’t have to obey such laws in the hiring of clergy, but there is controversy over whether they should apply to positions that don’t involve religion, even if the institution is owned by a religious group. In the past few years, numerous employees of Catholic-affiliated institutions have lost jobs because of their same-sex marriages.

Trudy Ring

www.advocate.com/religion/2015/10/15/virginia-man-says-catholic-nursing-home-fired-him-being-gay

Open Question: Don't want brother to know about LGBT club?

Open Question: Don't want brother to know about LGBT club?
My high school has recently started an LGBT club. The first meeting is next week. I’m straight/bi-curious. My younger brother, who has to stay with me after school, is homophobic and is already making fun of the club. Our younger brother came out as gay, but he thinks he’s just being a follower. I don’t want him to know I’m going to the club meeting.

I’ve thought about telling him I’ll be meeting up with kids to do a project and he can wait in the cafeteria, but if I decide to be a real member of the club, this isn’t going to work every time, nor is he just going to wait in the cafeteria. If he gets bored, he’ll try to find me.

I’m not sure how to go about this. I don’t need him regurgitating nonsense to me, gossiping behind my back, and starting fights.

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Now I know just how heaven feels
When she reach beneath my big old steerin’ wheel
Dyna flow, power glide
Bored and stroked, I’m satisfied
When I take my baby for a ride

Oh she’s like a smooth stretch of highway
Oh she’s like a cool Summer breeze
If my motor’s runnin’ right, we might lose control tonight
Got the shape I love to squeeze, looks that bring me to my knees
Oh please, let it roll tonight