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I TOOK A SELFIE IN THE BACK OF THE KITCHEN   a limited amount of personal protective equipment   Mayor de Blasio had canceled all elec-
       of the  hotel where I worked during the first year   and hospital beds, both of which would become   tive surgeries in New York, and my
       of my transition. My face bathed in fuchsia light,   even more limited with each surgery. Canceling elec-  surgery, which had been medically
       I stared into the camera at 45 degrees, my pre-  tive surgeries to keep people away from the hospi-  necessary just days before, had
       ferred angle, still, because it makes my jaw and   tal made sense, I thought. Not that it would affect   suddenly become “elective.” The pro-
       my chin look smaller. I typed out, “Once I cut off   me. My surgery wasn’t elective—it was medically   cedure would still happen, the coor-
       half my face it’s over for you bitches” in the cap-  necessary. It said so right there in all three of the let-  dinator on the phone assured me.
       tion and hit post.                  ters I had to get from various health professionals   She postponed my surgery to August,
         I look very different from the girl in that selfie   in order to argue my case for insurance coverage.  along with whatever visions I had
       now. I no longer wear turtlenecks, nor do I part my   Like this one, from my psychiatrist:  of that better next chapter.
       hair to the side. Only rarely do I put on eyeliner or   “Ms. Walker meets criteria for the medical neces-  I told myself I’d handle it, but within
       eye shadow these days. The forty or so milliliters   sity of gender affirmation surgery (Coleman et al.,   an hour I was on the Williamsburg
       of estrogen that I’ve injected into my thighs since   2011). In line with [the World Professional Associa-  X  Bridge with a half-empty handle of
       posting it have softened some of the harder edges   tion for Transgender Health’s] position statement   vodka in my bag, the other half
       of my now-thirty-one-year-old face. My jawline and   on the medical necessity of surgical interventions   poured into a Hal’s seltzer. I was upset
       the shape of my chin, though, remain.  for transgender persons, facial feminization surgery   and out of it, desperately searching
         They would have looked different if things had   (FFS) is not an elective procedure for Ms. Walker   for something—somewhere I could
       gone according to plan. I was supposed to have   insofar as the purpose is not solely to improve her   walk to that would numb all the things
       facial feminization surgery on March 20 (FFS, for   physical appearance, but also to treat her persistent   I was feeling. Getting blackout drunk
       efficiency’s sake), a medically necessary procedure   and well-documented gender incongruence.”  at a bar was out of the question. I’d
       that would have reshaped my jaw and chin, along   I emailed the hospital just to confirm what I   been avoiding them for almost a week
       with other bones and soft tissue in my face. Want-  thought to be true. “Your surgery is not elective,”   at that point in an effort to sidestep
       ing to “cut off half my face” is a flip way of leaning   they wrote back. “It is medically necessary.”  the virus. Besides, New York City’s
       into the full extremity of my want, one that I try to   I’d planned for this not just for months but for   bars had all been ordered to shut
       save for when I’m talking to other trans people   years. After what seemed like ages of strategizing   down by 8:00 p.m. that night. The saf-
       about it. With them, I might joke that I can’t wait   and job hopping, countless hours on the phone   est and most available option would
       for my jawless victory. Chopped and screwed. A   with a seemingly endless array of gatekeepers, I   be a liquor store and a vodka soda
       wordless “Cut it out!” hand swipe thudding dully   was finally there. I was nineteen days away from   to-go, after I relieved myself at a
       at my mandible. But when I’m talking about it with   having facial feminization surgery. All I had to do   nearby upscale pizzeria.
       cis people, as perhaps I am right now, I like to   was sit back and let it happen.   “Hi, ma’am, how can I help you?” a
       choose my words more carefully.       I had a three-week aftercare schedule all filled   man working at the deserted estab-
         There’s a lot of loaded shorthand one might think   out with more than three dozen friends and family   lishment said.
       to use when describing this procedure—or, rather,   members penciled in to watch over me. HR had   I asked if I could use the restroom,
       this set of procedures performed simultaneously   approved my time-off request of three and a half   modulating my voice, as I often do
       with the end goal of changing how one is perceived,   weeks, cobbled together using all of my vacation   with strangers, to sound more like
       by both oneself and others. I would try, for exam-  days and what remained of my sick days, plus a lit-  what I thought he thought I’d sound
       ple, to circumvent saying something about want-  tle unpaid time to pad out the end. My insurance,   like. He said it was okay and pointed
       ing to look more feminine, much less wanting to   which I got through the full-time writing job I now   toward the back.
       look like a woman, to avoid giving whomever I was   worked, had confirmed that I was approved for cov-  I felt stupid as I walked to the bath-
       talking to license to think they know what a woman   erage, lowering what would have been a mid-five-  room. Why did I want to get this sur-
       should look like. True, the surgery literally has the   figure out-of-pocket cost to a significantly more   gery anyway? The guy had already
       phrase “facial feminization” in the name, but what   manageable $1,500 deductible.  ma’am’d me. Did I want to get extra
       does that mean? What does a feminine woman look   I had become fixated on my surgery date in the   ma’am’d or something?
       like? Whom do you picture when I ask you that ques-  months leading up to it, cluttering a corkboard
       tion? Is she fat? Is she white? Do you want to fuck   beside my computer monitor with Post-it notes   T H E  WO R L D  O F F E R S  T R A N S
       her? Do you want to be her? How do you feel about   counting down the days from 95 to 78, 61, and so   women many fantasies, my friend
       your answers? Would you want to share them with   on. I had Googled “how many days until march 31”   Joan once said, but very few within
       the rest of us?                     so often that it had become my phone’s top autofill.   our reach. We might dream of roman-
         These implied questions are why I prefer to say   I’d hung so much of myself on that date and what  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx  tic love or adequate health care
       that I still want to look like me but just . . . a different   my life might finally look like in the days and years   without ever having the chance to
       me. A me who lived another life. A me from another   that followed. I imagined that this procedure would   experience either. As a result, we
       timeline, one where I might “get drinks with the   have marked the end of a painful, tumultuous years-  might risk believing that our value lies
       ladies” or hear a coworker whine about “wedding   long period in which everything felt in flux, includ-  not within ourselves but within what-
       season” and know what she meant. One where I   ing my body itself. I would be done with the process   ever good thing we happen to be
       might think, It’s just a face-lift, or pity the poor girl   of transitioning, give or take a few legal documents   given, and should that good thing dis-
       who had hers delayed.               that I still wanted to change, and would at last be   appear, so too would whatever value
                                           able to live my life. It was a fantasy but one that I   it had granted us by proxy. I wasn’t
       NINETEEN DAYS BEFORE MY SCHEDULED   clung to harder the closer it got to becoming real.   mourning my womanhood but the
       facial feminization surgery, I read reports that New   Then, on March 13, my surgeon’s office called to   woman I thought I would be four days  PAGE 88: GETTY IMAGES
       York’s governor might cancel elective surgeries on   see if I would be interested in doing my surgery a   later and forever after that. I was
       account of the mounting COVID-19 pandemic. The   week earlier, on March 20. I said yes.  mourning the satisfaction that I’d no
       logic made sense to me: Hospitals in the state had   On March 16, my surgeon’s office called again.   longer feel, now that all those years
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