text: I can not comprehend the struggles of transgenders, and the need to medically alter one's self to identify as a gender. I don't recognize myself by my gender. I get hungry, not her-ungry, I go shopping, not she-opping.
  When I meet someone, I don't feel awkward because they're looking at my womanly features. I just don't understand it. Not at all.
  Mostly I hope that the kids feel safe and loved and that the parent's decisions don't have negative impact on them - socially or emotionally. I wonder how many people will gasp about the horrors of this arrangement - while little Luke sleeps under a tarp behind Walmart, or kids get dragged through a revolving door of lovers and apartments and domestic violence....