For Today I Am a Boy – A Review

There are many little bits and pieces of growing up transfeminine in a hostile world. Recognizing ourselves early as pressed into a gender we neither desire nor understand is not always a blessing, and often merely changes the character of our seeping hurt. Our youthful relationships with boys, our youthful relationships with girls, how we feel about clothing and sport and our parents, all get colored through these lenses, already complicated and made more so by inept striving toward a less horrid vision of the future.

In her novel For Today I Am a Boy, Kim Fu finds them all.

Her protagonist, known as Peter Huang for most of the novel, delivers her story in first person. For Today I Am a Boy follows Peter through her relationships with her male peers, her three older sisters, her parents, a lonely and workaholic adulthood, and ultimately, herself. Through her eyes, we see how her parents are cold and distant, mostly conveying to Peter and her sisters the standards they were expected to live up to and the urgent hopes of immigrants for their first-generation children. We also see the fissure between the Huang parents, from different Chinese backgrounds with different ideas about how Chinese and even which Chinese they wanted their children to be. We see the multilayered, disparate varieties of disappointment the Huang parents bear for each of their children, and how each one in turn flees the family home at their first opportunity and hardly ever returns, no matter what it costs them.

Through Peter, we see the painful dissonance of seeking warmth in friends, finding vicious bullying instead, and staying anyway because it’s the closest one has. We see Peter trying to be present and absent, close enough to be whatever a friend is to this crowd and far enough to be safe from their violence, all at once, and just barely succeeding. We see young Peter bullied by these same non-friends into being an accomplice in a sexual assault on a girl, be horrified at her role, and receive subtle praise and relief from her father for this new display of apparent masculinity. We see Peter’s terror at her sisters one by one leaving home before her, in different directions for different futures, and how she copes.

We see the milestones, cruel and wonderful, that most of us trans women experience at least once. Peter has childhood encounters with femininity that bring great joy; Peter experiences horror at what masculinity seems to mean. Peter’s first feminine excess in her parents’ home is brutally punished. Peter acquires her own feminine clothing long after escaping home, and later has a mortified moment where she believes cissexist lies and destroys that stash in a futile effort to claim masculinity instead. Peter hurls herself into her work hard and thoroughly, with what little leisure she permits herself spent on unhealthy sexual relationships and spending time alone in her apartment in feminine clothing. Peter’s sex life is riddled with dysphoria, and one of her relationships ends when her partner pushes past this boundary and fills her with self-loathing and revulsion. Her relationships with her sisters are awkward and strained, deep understanding mixed with their own assorted problems and with no idea of how to navigate the liminal gender space Peter occupies. Peter dreams of the friendly, affectionate familiarity her sisters shared with one another and how she, however close the lot of them try to be in their unfolding independence, is denied it. We see Peter not recognizing the beautiful future she could have until she meets other trans people and has those options laid bare and wondrous before her. We see the strange jealousy too many of us aim at transmasculine people, and the perverse anger we aim at the world for not enabling us to trade with them: “Give me your girlhood, John, I thought nonsensically. You don’t want it? Give it to me. I want to be the woman you would have been.”

I currently have trouble accepting Kim Fu’s own admission that she is cisgender and wrote For Today I Am a Boy out of a desire to see more Asian-descended trans women in literature, because she captured this story with such thoroughness, grace, and empathy that I am not convinced one of our own could have done better. I took months to read this book because its emotional resonance is so strong that I had to take breaks between chapters to compose myself. I am not satisfied with other reviewers’ insistence that this story is trite, sensationalized, or indicative of a flat and sad view of transgender people by its writer. I am disappointed that Fu, in this interview and this one, refers to her protagonist with male pronouns and uses outdated terminology many trans women find hurtful to describe her, as recently as 2014. Other reviewers are probably dissatisfied with my decision here to use the name that Peter labors under until she selects one for herself, rather than letting the reader experience the full impact of its buildup and reveal.

Peter’s story isn’t mine. I took much longer than her to figure out that womanhood was the adulthood I wanted. I had far fewer encounters with femininity in my youth, enforced first by parents with an even more thorough sense of gender segregation than Peter’s and then by my own terror at transgressing those barriers. I am autistic, and that rearranged how everything felt and everything else played out. My brother and sister are coming to terms with our dysfunctional, narcissistic parents in ways that don’t resemble Helen’s or Adele’s or Bonnie’s or Peter’s or mine, and it’s they who have my example of flight, independence, and self-discovery rather than the reverse.

But when Peter narrates her strange relationship to dolls, works herself to the bone in a job she’s good at but no longer passionate about because being at work all the time means not thinking about herself, despairs of the physical space she occupies, alternately defies her father and tries to earn his approval, and thinks about ending it all when her hope of living as herself someday is at its lowest…I forget.

Read this book. Find out what name Peter selects when she finally finds herself. Keep tissues handy. Know us all better.

 

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For Today I Am a Boy – A Review

5 thoughts on “For Today I Am a Boy – A Review

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    I really need to talk to someone.

    I have absolutely no idea what the fuck to do with my life anymore. What I want to do is write comics and or animate cartoons. The problem is that I don’t know how to go about it without getting on someone’s “watch list” if you know what I mean.

    First, let me tell you the story of Sonic the Hedgehog. I will love Sonic until the day I die even though there are a number of games that do not appeal to me; I don’t care. I’m pretty sure you know what I am talking about since I have seen your fanfics about Pokemon, but let me try to explain. There was time, in fact there still is, where Sonic’s fandom would clash violently with itself over which generation had it best. I tried doing what I thought was right, but it only did so much more harm than good.

    My problem is the way people police each other expecting everyone to behave when there is slightest detail of upheaval. Try to demand better, you’ll be policed. Try to get some to see a better point of view, you’ll be policed. Have an argument, you’ll be policed.

    Hell, when I told you about the argument I had with my mother about you-know-who and the sit down with my therapist, I know what it means to truly be policed now. The majority will project it all onto you and make you look like the villain. It happened with Sonic, My Little Pony, Pokemon, Naruto, Steven Universe, and countless others.

    On the subject of policing, I cannot write a strong non-traditional character or story without someone taking offense. Write a black character, you’re pushing an agenda. Write a LGBTQA+ character, you’re pushing an agenda. Write a female character, you’re pushing an agenda.

    What in God’s name am I supposed to do?

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      I recommend finding another therapist if you can afford to. You would very clearly benefit from more competent mental-health assistance and/or someone else to perform all of this emotional labor for you. Additionally, you might find this Facebook group useful: https://www.facebook.com/groups/helpwithoutheaven/

      In my experience, the people who use phrases like “pushing an agenda” in response to the inclusion queer, female, or racialized characters in media are not worth listening to except insofar as they sometimes make threats that are real. They dream of a world in which such people are disappeared from media altogether, and we can’t let them have it. From there, it’s a good idea to do some reading and try to present these characters in informed and competent ways.

      For my part, I have no presence in a “Pokemon fandom” or “D&D fandom” as such. My relentless fangirling happens around people who are my friends first and fellow fans second, and people don’t get to be my friends without having most or all of their intersectional ducks in a row.

      1. I absolutely despise the infectious notion that I just need to give up and accept that not everyone likes me. I hate everyone who blindly respects someone else even though that person gives absolutely zero respect to me. I hate being told to get over all it; why is it not the other way around since they are the powerful majority?

        1. The alternative is trying to make literally everyone like you, and most of those people are utter trash with bigoted attitudes that you’d challenge with your words or by merely existing. Take up the task of making absolutely all of the humans like you if you want, but you’ll end up exhausted and angry with yourself for even trying LONG before you get anywhere…or you’ll hate yourself for the total douche you had to become to make some of those people even take you seriously. Trying to acquire everyone’s approval is NOT. WORTH. IT.

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