Writer's Block: A rose by any other name
Jun. 15th, 2010 11:05 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
Okay, so some of you may have read about this in my blogging about transition but now that I'm more open here goes:
I've been back and forth on my name through the years. When I was younger and trying to put up this masculine image, I didn't like the name Jamie at all. It was a girl's name, and Van Halen didn't help matters much, either. I tried getting my family and friends to call me Jay, Jay C, and Jim. Jim actually caught on in high school and my Gram called me Jim for a long time, pretty much right up until I came out as transgender, even to my protest in my late twenties and early thirties. When I decided to transition, I chose to keep the name Jamie. I made my peace with my first name, it was familiar to my family and friends, and it was blessedly androgynous so it worked well for me even as a woman.
My middle name had to go. I've hated it since I was young. I hated it so much so that I forgot what my middle initial stood for until I got my university diploma and there in print was my middle name: Alan. Gah. It was jarring to see it in print just when I forgot that the A on all those legal documents actually stood for something. As part of my transition I changed my name. While I decided to keep the first name my parents gave me at birth, I changed my middle name to Amanda. I wanted something that began with A because at the time we were still considering Kathy taking my last name upon marriage, so it would mean that I wouldn't have to bother with changing documents.
I have nothing wrong with my last name, but we decided we liked the idea of me taking Kathy's last name in marriage and giving Ian her last name, as well.
I had the opportunity to change my name, and I took it. I considered completely changing my name. I've long loved my Gram's middle name (Ursula), so that was a strong contender for a new first name. It was also the first name in my nom de plume while I was less open about my transition. My second choice was Ursula May. I also considered Ursula Jane, Sheila Jane, and Sheila Emily. In hindsight, I'm glad I didn't go with Sheila. I don't feel much like a Sheila. Ursula would have been awesome, I admit, but I'm happy with Jamie Amanda. It suits me nicely. It's me, and now the A stands for something that makes me happy.
Okay, so some of you may have read about this in my blogging about transition but now that I'm more open here goes:
I've been back and forth on my name through the years. When I was younger and trying to put up this masculine image, I didn't like the name Jamie at all. It was a girl's name, and Van Halen didn't help matters much, either. I tried getting my family and friends to call me Jay, Jay C, and Jim. Jim actually caught on in high school and my Gram called me Jim for a long time, pretty much right up until I came out as transgender, even to my protest in my late twenties and early thirties. When I decided to transition, I chose to keep the name Jamie. I made my peace with my first name, it was familiar to my family and friends, and it was blessedly androgynous so it worked well for me even as a woman.
My middle name had to go. I've hated it since I was young. I hated it so much so that I forgot what my middle initial stood for until I got my university diploma and there in print was my middle name: Alan. Gah. It was jarring to see it in print just when I forgot that the A on all those legal documents actually stood for something. As part of my transition I changed my name. While I decided to keep the first name my parents gave me at birth, I changed my middle name to Amanda. I wanted something that began with A because at the time we were still considering Kathy taking my last name upon marriage, so it would mean that I wouldn't have to bother with changing documents.
I have nothing wrong with my last name, but we decided we liked the idea of me taking Kathy's last name in marriage and giving Ian her last name, as well.
I had the opportunity to change my name, and I took it. I considered completely changing my name. I've long loved my Gram's middle name (Ursula), so that was a strong contender for a new first name. It was also the first name in my nom de plume while I was less open about my transition. My second choice was Ursula May. I also considered Ursula Jane, Sheila Jane, and Sheila Emily. In hindsight, I'm glad I didn't go with Sheila. I don't feel much like a Sheila. Ursula would have been awesome, I admit, but I'm happy with Jamie Amanda. It suits me nicely. It's me, and now the A stands for something that makes me happy.