SuzanneBender
05-10-2013, 09:06 PM
I am still a while off from contacting the Illinois departmentof Vital Statistics and filling out the form to have my name and gender changed on my birth certificate, but at least I am 2/3rds of the way to selecting the name that will represent me permanently for the second half of my life.
There are many posts in several of the forums about names and why we selected them. The underlying theme is we are uniquely blessed with the option of choosing the few words that represent us in all aspects of our lives. I found choosing my name to be fitful choice not unlike my journey toward the authentic me. Just like my journey, I find clarity when searching my soul rather than my mind. Also like my journey, what logically should be a simple quick choice often takes much longer than expected.
When I first started exploring my gender I selected a trite, flirty, silly name which, as I matured in my womanhood, I realized did not representthe real me. I agonized over what I should replace it with because I did not want to be one of those ladies who constantly change their name.
My first name came to me a few years back with a manner of serendipity. I was listening to one of my favorite songs, James Taylor’s fire and ice, when the lyrics “Suzanne the plans they made put an end to you” leapt out. I listened to that song nearly a hundred times in my life and this was the first time those words registered with me. The plans they made for me had put an end to the person that I longed to be for most of my memorable life. I had love, success, and a storybook life. It was everything that had been planned forme and everything one could ask for. Yet something distanced me from the grace all those gifts should bring. Suzanne was the name I selected to acknowledge that fact.
The search for a middle name took much longer. I considered Grace which was my grandmother’s name and also describes that which I search for in my life, but I hope that one day it is a name that one of my grandchildren bear so I decided to reserve it for her.
Once again my middle name felt like absolute destiny once it came tome. I spent the past couple of months engrossed with 16th century England after spending several nights with my kitties, a cozy blanket and a big bowl of popcorn watching the Tudors. Both sides of my family are British and perhapsthat is why I am such an Anglophile. For some reason out of all they characters of that age I became enamoured with Elizabeth I.
Elizabeth was a young lady born to a destiny, torn away from it and then restored to the place she was born to occupy. It took her many years to become a master ofher own life, but once she did she reported to no master other than God. She became a beacon of light ushering in a new age that emphasized tolerance over the divisiveness which marked her time.
Time for a interesting and debatable historical aside. Henry the VIII had Elizabeth removed from court when he had her mommy's head chopped off, but he desired for her to still live the good life and placed her in one of his properties with care takers. There are wacky theories that the orginal Elizabeth passed away of the plague and the care takers that valued the connection of their heads to their necks quickly replaced her with a young man bearing a resemblance to her. That is why she wore such heavy makeup as she aged, always wore wigs, and never married. How cool would it be if the ruler of the Golder Age of England was trans! How many of us would dream of being in her position? Now back to our program.
I certainly don’t consider myself a beacon of light ushering in a new age for the world. It would be cool and all kinds of groovy for history books in the next few hundred years to call the next 40-50 years the Suzannian age, but barring my discovery of the cure for the common cold or capturing Big Foot I doubt that is ever going to happen. Nonetheless, as I move toward transition Elizabeth is the name I chose to represent becoming the mistress of my own life and casting off the dictates of the past in order to move forward.
So there you have it, a long self-engrossed post which servesas 2/3rds of my official name change until circumstances allow me to make it mylegal name. Now it is time to start wrestling with my last name. To paraphrase the famous song by the clash, “should it stay or should it go?” What do you think? Did you change your last name or keep it and why?
There are many posts in several of the forums about names and why we selected them. The underlying theme is we are uniquely blessed with the option of choosing the few words that represent us in all aspects of our lives. I found choosing my name to be fitful choice not unlike my journey toward the authentic me. Just like my journey, I find clarity when searching my soul rather than my mind. Also like my journey, what logically should be a simple quick choice often takes much longer than expected.
When I first started exploring my gender I selected a trite, flirty, silly name which, as I matured in my womanhood, I realized did not representthe real me. I agonized over what I should replace it with because I did not want to be one of those ladies who constantly change their name.
My first name came to me a few years back with a manner of serendipity. I was listening to one of my favorite songs, James Taylor’s fire and ice, when the lyrics “Suzanne the plans they made put an end to you” leapt out. I listened to that song nearly a hundred times in my life and this was the first time those words registered with me. The plans they made for me had put an end to the person that I longed to be for most of my memorable life. I had love, success, and a storybook life. It was everything that had been planned forme and everything one could ask for. Yet something distanced me from the grace all those gifts should bring. Suzanne was the name I selected to acknowledge that fact.
The search for a middle name took much longer. I considered Grace which was my grandmother’s name and also describes that which I search for in my life, but I hope that one day it is a name that one of my grandchildren bear so I decided to reserve it for her.
Once again my middle name felt like absolute destiny once it came tome. I spent the past couple of months engrossed with 16th century England after spending several nights with my kitties, a cozy blanket and a big bowl of popcorn watching the Tudors. Both sides of my family are British and perhapsthat is why I am such an Anglophile. For some reason out of all they characters of that age I became enamoured with Elizabeth I.
Elizabeth was a young lady born to a destiny, torn away from it and then restored to the place she was born to occupy. It took her many years to become a master ofher own life, but once she did she reported to no master other than God. She became a beacon of light ushering in a new age that emphasized tolerance over the divisiveness which marked her time.
Time for a interesting and debatable historical aside. Henry the VIII had Elizabeth removed from court when he had her mommy's head chopped off, but he desired for her to still live the good life and placed her in one of his properties with care takers. There are wacky theories that the orginal Elizabeth passed away of the plague and the care takers that valued the connection of their heads to their necks quickly replaced her with a young man bearing a resemblance to her. That is why she wore such heavy makeup as she aged, always wore wigs, and never married. How cool would it be if the ruler of the Golder Age of England was trans! How many of us would dream of being in her position? Now back to our program.
I certainly don’t consider myself a beacon of light ushering in a new age for the world. It would be cool and all kinds of groovy for history books in the next few hundred years to call the next 40-50 years the Suzannian age, but barring my discovery of the cure for the common cold or capturing Big Foot I doubt that is ever going to happen. Nonetheless, as I move toward transition Elizabeth is the name I chose to represent becoming the mistress of my own life and casting off the dictates of the past in order to move forward.
So there you have it, a long self-engrossed post which servesas 2/3rds of my official name change until circumstances allow me to make it mylegal name. Now it is time to start wrestling with my last name. To paraphrase the famous song by the clash, “should it stay or should it go?” What do you think? Did you change your last name or keep it and why?