
| A Difficult Lifestyle Turns Deadly |
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| Transgender - Features | |||||||
| Thursday, 14 September 2006 13:35 | |||||||
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by Jose Antonio Vargas, Washington Post Staff Writer Here she is again, strolling K Street, her black skirt very short, her black top very tight. It's Wednesday, 11:35 p.m. "Too early to be out here," Tanekea says. Still, she stands on a corner of Third and K streets NW, just as she did Monday night, hoping to turn a trick: maybe $40 or $50 for oral sex, she says, and "more" for "something more."
With long hair, long legs and freshly shaved skin, Tanekea, 21, heads to Fifth Street, then back to Third. The sidewalks are dimly lighted. Two patrons from the nearby Louis' Rogue Go Go Lounge pass her. The clock ticks: 12:05 a.m. A few drivers slow down and give Tanekea a second look; some shake their heads, look disgusted. Life as a prostitute is not easy. Life as a transgender prostitute is harder still, activists in the transgender community say. This week has been an especially difficult one, with three shootings in the District of transgenders - two of them fatal and at least one, police say, the result of a male customer angered to learn the prostitute was transgender. "They're looking more and more realistic the younger they get," says Mauna Horad, 32, gazing toward the younger crowd Monday night. Horad is a veteran of these streets; she's lived in Northwest Washington for almost 10 years. "A lot of them are starting out young. You got some girls that are 18, 19, 20. They look very much like females." Which poses a quandary in the community: When do you tell a man that you're really a man, at least down there? Here, the queens congregate, the younger ones looking every bit like young women, the older ones looking, for the most part, like older transgender women. Trina Lovelace is less ambivalent than Tanekea about whether to tell. "They should already know," says the 24-year-old. (And "Yes, Lovelace is my last name," she says, smiling.) Lovelace, of Vienna, is decked out in a J.Lo-inspired blue-and-white ensemble that shows off her flat stomach. Lovelace has been dressing as a woman and coming to K Street for five months, just to see what it's like. On Wednesday night two transgenders were also shot. Aaryn Marshall, who went by Emonie Kiera Spaulding, 25, was found dead in Southeast Washington. The other victim, a 24-year-old whose name has not been released by police, was shot in the torso just a couple of blocks from where Tanekea was standing. They were most likely victims of a hate crime, activists say. Bella's death Saturday was unknown to many in the streets here Monday and Wednesday nights. But Miss Tina and Horad, among the older and more cautious transgenders, knew the story well. Some have endured violence, or have heard the stories: Hit in the face. Robbed. Chased by cars. "I believe wholeheartedly that it is our responsibility to tell men that, hey, I'm not everything that I appear to be, whether you're on K Street or not," says Earline Budd, a transgender activist who works with younger transgenders at Us Helping Us, an organization primarily for black bisexual and gay men in Southeast Washington. Budd once worked as a prostitute in the late 1980s and early 1990s - it was how she contracted HIV, she says. The issue of whether to tell is a familiar generational divide among transgender women, she says. "The younger women don't feel it's a necessity to divulge that they're transgender. They either say, 'They already know about it,' or they say, 'I'm not sleeping with him at this exact moment,'" Budd says. "I discuss this issue with them all the time, and I tell them we owe it to ourselves to let people know." Still, "No one, absolutely no one, deserves to be murdered because he or she is transgender," she continues. "There is no excuse for that." They are females in mind, in mannerisms, in carriage, in heart. Appearances matter only to a certain extent, Horad says, but that extent matters more to people outside their close-knit group than to them. "These women are in such a difficult position. Nobody would want to be in their shoes," says Katherine Rachlin, a clinical psychologist and gender specialist in Greenwich Village. She's been working with transgenders for 15 years, and transgender prostitutes - there are many in Manhattan's meatpacking district, she says - in the last few years. "At any stage, they can be beaten up by customers, by lovers, by family members," says Rachlin. "And some of them don't feel the need to disclose because they have a sense of rightness: They are female regardless of their body and regardless of what anyone else says. I'm overgeneralizing here, but for a transgender woman to tell a man that she is a male goes against everything in yourself. So they use their own moral compass, they decide how to handle the situation. There's not a right or wrong answer here." The night heats up around 12:30 a.m., although sometime not until 1, says Tanekea. She comes here maybe three times a week - any night but Tuesday or Thursday. "Let's just say it's not safe to be here," she says. She's talking about the risk of being picked up by the police. Cops, in fact, drive by every few minutes, scoping out the scene. Undercover police try to engage the women in "conversations," says Sgt. Cliff Rife, head of the District's prostitution enforcement unit. Arrests are made, he says, when a "criteria" is met - when money is exchanged for a sex act. Rife is "very aware" of the situation at K Street, and of other places in the District where transgender prostitutes work. "It is not uncommon that once a guy finds out, he blows up," says Rife. "Some of these guys can't handle that. The ultratestosterone kicks in, and they have to prove that they're a man.
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