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[Laughter]
That's when Okay.
Um, well, I was thinking the interview
could be set up in a public space. Um,
what do you have in mind? Well, the idea
is I'm always being stared at when I'm
in public spaces. And basically,
everybody see you as like a clown, some
guy dressed in women's clothing. Mhm.
Well, let's say I'm maybe I'm in a
laundromat.
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And I mean, I'm just trying to do my
laundry, but somebody is just staring me
down. And you can feel the eyes burning
into you from
behind. And you know, part of me always
fantasized about just staring back and
going like, I see you staring at
me. I wonder if you would still stare at
me if you knew my whole story like from
the beginning. Actually, I think that
could be the beginning of the movie.
Yeah. All right, let's
begin. I used to live in a small fishing
town called Prospect in Nova Scotia.
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Don't get me wrong, it's a beautiful
place, but it's really
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boring. Growing up there as a
kid. There's just nothing to
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do. But it was warm and comfortable and
simple.
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Well, back then I was just one of the
boys. But it seemed like already people
could tell that I was a bit different.
I remember at the time I was completely
oblivious to all of society's
expectations of me being a boy and all
that. I just didn't think about it at
all. I I just looked and acted the way
that felt normal to me. One memory that
really sticks out to me from my
childhood. I was dancing in the living
room to music videos with my
sisters and we were all dancing pretty
femininely and my dad walked in and he
was like, "No, no, no, no, Coop, you
don't do that part. You do the guy's
part." The guy's part in this music
video was
just
standing. That didn't look like much fun
to me. I'd rather shake it all
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around. When puberty hit, everything
changed.
If I were to explain
dysphoria, I would probably say that it
feels
like you are
trapped inside an outer
crust and it's just weighing you down.
There was this deep feeling inside me of
dread, like something bad was going to
[Music]
happen. Somehow I felt that the more
masculine I became,
the more panicked I
felt. And I was secretly fantasizing
about having boobs, too. So, that was
confusing.
Once I realized that what I was going to
was somehow linked to my body and my
appearance, I figured that I should
start doing research online.
And at first, I kind of just thought I
must have some sort of genetic disease
or disorder that was making me feel this
way because I knew that it was unusual
to feel so distant from your own body,
so at odds with your own physical
form. I began to realize I was looking
for a particular type of human, just a
girl with a penis. Can that exist? It
turns out it can in a genetic context,
but it can also exist completely outside
of that context. I mean, you're looking
at it
I remember when I first started
accepting my own
femininity. It was going against
everything I had learned up until that
point.
I guess I knew that I was a woman
because when I thought those words, it
felt more right than anything else I'd
ever said to myself in my own
head. Everything started to make sense.
I liked being referred to as a woman.
I liked to engage in feminine
activities. And I realized that this
whole time I had been prevented from
accessing these
things. Which makes me wonder how
different would my life have been if I
was allowed to access femininity from a
young age. I don't know if I would have
changed myself in any way. I don't think
I would have needed to.
My dad was mostly just concerned about
my
safety. Every day I'm afraid that
somebody is going to attack and kill me.
But I don't want that to happen. Not
because I don't want to die, but because
I don't want them to win.
Despite all of the threats and violence
and general stigma
surrounding transness in our society, I
still knew that this was the right way
to go. This was my path. It was as
though I had no choice at all. And even
though I knew it was going to be
difficult, nothing would have been more
difficult than not transitioning.
In Nova Scotia, the health system is
super
old-fashioned. First step, a social
worker has to validate if you feel
enough gender dysphoria.
Second step, the results of your test
are sent to an endocrinologist, which is
basically the most overqualified human I
could possibly be talking
to. The waiting list in Nova Scotia was
so long, it was driving me
insane. I figured by the time they
actually gave me the call and said,
"Okay, come on. Get your
hormones." By that point, I would be
gone.
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In the course of just one night, I
decided to get the heck out of Nova
Scotia and pack up all my things and
move to
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Montreal. I knew there was no time to
waste, so I basically sprinted to the
nearest sexual health clinic.
The doctor told me everything should go
fine. I would grow boobs. I would get
the hips and the butt. My skin would
change. I would even smell
different. But to my surprise, there was
one thing that would not change. My
voice.
Once the pitch of your voice is lowered
by testosterone, it can never come back
up again. So for me, that means my voice
could never go to a point where the
pitch is considered more feminine. So,
my options were either get surgery,
which is way too invasive and way too
expensive for me, or you can be the most
passable and the most beautiful
transgender girl in the whole wide
world, but your
voice sounds like this. You got to add
airflow to this sound. You got to make
it sound really breathy. Okay, so here I
am. I'm speaking and I'm just going to
slowly start to shift the vocal tract
resonances and I'm going to lower the
lyrics.
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Take that idea and bring the larynx
high.
[Music]
Hi, my name's
Cooper. Hi, my name's
Cooper. Hi, my name's Cooper. Hi, my Hi,
my name's Cooper. It Hi, my name's
Cooper. Hi, my name's Cooper. Hi, I'm
Cooper. It's nice to meet you. Hi, I'm
Cooper. It's nice to meet
you. Hi, I'm Cooper. It's nice to meet
you. Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Cooper.
It's easy
to
place the last
ever space.
only for the
moment. And I just don't even know
why I might be the last
nonsiver as big as the night.
And in the space of a moment, everything
became totally clear to
me. Everything else in my transition up
until that point had been about
accepting
myself. But changing my voice was the
opposite of that. It was paradoxical to
the rest of my transition.
I was changing my voice only for the
benefit of others because it's what I
thought I should do. Once I realized
this, I could finally start to heal.
I just
Well, I hope that clears some stuff up
for you. I really do hope you have a
good night.
[Music]
Oh, what have you got there, mister?
What is it? Give yourself another one,
bro.
Yay.
from Cooper. That's great. See, there
you go. It tastes like vanilla. Mhm.
[Music]
Yeah. No, I want to be Luke Skywalker.
Luke
Skywalker. It's Ellie Tummy. Look at his
pretty dress.
[Music]
What's that?
Can I see? Can I see in there? Hi. Say
hi, Cooper. Hi.
And I just don't even know why.
I might be the last known
survivor on an island as big as the
night.
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