How Do Transpeople Talk? Writing Characters Beyond a Gender Binary
This series will explore questions of gender, power, and politics in the work we are making, how we are making it, and how it is received.
A year and a half ago I received a commission to write a short play. I was working with an ensemble I love: Theatre Four, in New Haven, CT. A group specializing in site-specific performance, they asked me to write a play set in New Haven’s historic Institute Library. In preparation we toured the library together and met with a local historian. We talked about which stories, historic moments, and aspects of the library were most interesting to us. Excited by the library’s abolitionist history, we decided to set the play in the 1840s.
Mid-way through my writing process I realized that, due to casting needs, I would have to change a male role to a female one. No biggie, I thought, but as I began rewriting I shocked myself. On auto-pilot I found myself transforming the character’s bold statements into tentative questions, dividing complete thoughts into fragments, qualifying bold ideas with ums and wells. Horrified, I spent as much time undoing my rewrites as I spent rewriting. Could it be that I was afraid of writing a nineteenth century woman who spoke like (my conception of) a nineteenth century man? How ridiculous! How strange that I lacked the imagination to write a nineteenth century woman who spoke with the confidence of a man, and how embarrassing that I couldn’t commit to this character on the page.
Of course as a writer I’ve often considered how language is power. I’ve often been struck by how invisible the power dynamics in speech are, how much we ignore the violence in so many forms of communication. As a playwright I’ve found solace in exposing these dynamics, in utilizing and subverting them to suggest the world I want to see. But all of a sudden I was struck by my own sexism. What was I reproducing unconsciously? How deep did my own socialization go?
Of course as a writer I’ve often considered how language is power. I’ve often been struck by how invisible the power dynamics in speech are, how much we ignore the violence in so many forms of communication. As a playwright I’ve found solace in exposing these dynamics, in utilizing and subverting them to suggest the world I want to see. But all of a sudden I was struck by my own sexism. What was I reproducing unconsciously? How deep did my own socialization go?
Working on my thesis play in graduate school I got to see a transgender role I’d written realized onstage for the first time: Archer, a genderqueer transmasculine person who expresses a number of genders over the course of the play. The actress who played Archer, an incredibly talented cisgender woman, told me she was stunned by how quiet he was. I was surprised to hear this. Somehow, while writing, I wasn’t conscious of Archer being terribly quiet. Now, hearing my own play, I was deeply aware of his reticence. Archer would sit quietly at the dinner table while his mother and father railed on. Archer would listen intently while his boyfriend told him the whole history of the Ponderosa Pine forest, while his grandmother went on about her neighborly crush. To every character he seemed to be withholding information. But of course, many characters are taciturn. Did Archer come off as quiet because everyone else in the landscape was loquacious? Or did my colleagues find Archer quiet because, recognizing him as a female socialized person, they expected him to apologize for his silence? Was Archer quiet the same way I was? Afraid of slipping into familiar feminine speech patterns that might give others permission to “she” me, confused by the power my words carried in light of my new masculine appearance, trapped between assuming the overbearing male patterns or slipping back into apologetic female ones?
A year and a half ago I held a public reading of my first play with multiple characters who happened to be transwomen. Watching the audience file in, I felt nervous. I felt aware of my privilege as a transmasculine person whose voice might be heard and trusted more quickly than transwomen. I felt afraid that this one story might be understood as a foundational narrative about all transpeople, worried that aspects of these characters would lead to generalizations or stereotypes about transpeople and transwomen. I noticed how few audience members were transwomen and noted again how unwelcoming theatre spaces were to my transfeminine friends. After the reading a transmasculine friend said to me, “I love the play but I have one note: I’ve never met a transwoman who talks so much.”
Why do we expect a transmasculine person to talk more, or a transwoman to talk less? I rarely get notes or questions like these about my cisgender characters. Why can’t a trans character’s speech patterns surprise us the way a cisgender character’s could? Why can’t we see these characters outside of our binary expectations for how men or women should speak?
How much do writers have a responsibility to capture the inequality in our language, and how much do we have a responsibility to shift it? In a world where women (cis or trans) are rarely given much airtime and transpeople of all genders incredibly little, how can our choices to write someone as quiet, talkative, angry, or apologetic reflect a specific individual in context without reinforcing unconscious patterns? Now that I know how deeply stereotypes of language reside in me, how do I write the world I want to see? And how can I do this while also revealing the painful truths of the world I live in?
As artists, we get to choose what an audience sees when they see a trans character. Do they see the character’s preferred gender or the gender assigned at birth? In the theatres that most of us are working in, the vast majority of our audiences are not trans, and in fact, a fair percentage of them may have never known a transperson. How can we show these audiences a trans character and keep them from assuming the character’s assigned gender? How can we create space to reveal the character’s personality without our choices being received as characteristically male or female? We have to use awareness of these automatic assumptions to chart new territory for language and gender. Where better to begin this work than in the theater, where we collude in constructing reality? And who better to begin it with than transpeople—our already gender revolutionary characters? I want to challenge myself, my colleagues and my collaborators to write against assumptions for characters of all genders, and I can’t wait to see where it leads us.
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