And because nothing goes away on the internet, anyone who even considers dating me has all this dirt at their fingertips
I’m done crying over him. I’m not interested in being friends with someone who doesn’t tell the truth about their feelings or changes them upon learning something that makes me different from all the other women he’s dated. The life I led before I came out makes me a stronger woman today.
Searching for “Dawn Ennis” on the internet yields dozens of stories about my coming out as the first trans journalist in network TV news, about my mental health crisis and frightening delusion and detransition, then getting fired by ABC. Prospective dates can watch my talk show on YouTube and read my blog and the hundreds of articles I’ve written about LGBTQ rights. They will see photos, many of them of me before and after, or with my late wife. Our nightbushing our children and harassing our neighbors about “the tranny next door” endures forever on the tabloid sites that turned me into a laughingstock, and cost me my award-winning, 30-year career in television news.
Transitioning, I tell those who have invited me to speak at conferences and on panels, is hard enough; to do it without screwing up while under the bright spotlight of the media is next to impossible. I wasn’t a celebrity but I was robbed of my privacy just the same.
What I had hoped is that he was someone who didn’t care about all that. I hadn’t told him my last name. I didn’t invite him to be my Facebook friend. But found me he did. Game over, man (in a dress).
“If my past is enough to rule out your potential future with me, fine, keep your distance, and frankly I feel that’s your loss. Continue reading “Same goes for a bisexual man, because I know plenty who form happy monogamous relationships”