Believers Health

Transvestism
By Rolando Suffos, MD

The little boy, dressed in his sister clothes, was standing at the porch of a patriarchal country house. Behind him there was a history of courage, almost always wrongly directed, but now in danger of being defiled.

From the maternal line his grandfather had been a soldier in the Cuban Indepence war, through the paternal one, he was heir to a dinasty of godfathers that have left its print in the island old style mafia. Eusebio, one of his ancestors, had calmly climbed the scaffold steps, greeted the crowd with a strong “Good evening gentlemen” and died. Victoriano, son in law of the above mentioned, and one generation closer to this petit tranvestite had experienced the same kind of death, but fiercly fighting. Tied feet and hands he managed to bite his executioner. More recently, when the child of our story was only three years old his granduncle, a colonel, lived his last moments facing a fire squad to which he ordered: “Fire to the chest”.

Of course, not all males in the boy’s ancestry were so gifted. One and a half mile northward to the location of our story another relative, a half Cuban half Italian, freedom fighter survived a highly mismatched combat against colonialist Spanish forces. With the enemy right on his heels the runaway entered like a bullet in the isolated cabin of a pregnant cousin. This time it was from the female side that bravery aroused. Lying on her bed, among screams, she shouted to the suspicious pursuers that she was in labor. This kept the gentlemanly, embarrased soldiers out of that providential refuge and our defeated warrior safe and sound under the woman’s bed.

Regretfully J. B. father died, due to natural causes, when he was still too young to have developed a normal gender identity. So, he fell pray of his mother overprotection and the unintended influence of his celebrated and beautiful sister. With no male figure at hand to imitate J. B. walked his boyhood in a sissy way. When that behaviour seemed to be permanently fixed somebody brought to his home a book having clear and plain statements from God about sexuality. The book also had lively stories of true men and women, but our kid was particularly touched by that of a man who “made a whip out of cords, and drove all from the temple area”. It was He who drove from J. B.’s life all kind of effeminacy.

That child has become a respect imposing lawyer. Regularly this man’s wife, sons and grandsons gather round him as he reads and comments to them, to others, and no few times to me, some passages from that life saving book.




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