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Marybeth becomes a Ham YL
My name is Marybeth Greene, and I was always a quiet kid, much more
interested in science and technology, reading, and just vegging rather
than sports. What was also different about me was that even from an early
age, I knew that I really wasn't a boy. I knew that from a very early
age, living in an apartment in a large North Jersey City, with only two
other girls to play with. Hopscotch, jumprope, jacks, dolls, tea parties,
whatever. My mom even let me wear her bright red lipstick on occasion
(this was the 50s, that's pretty much the only color women wore back
then). And of course, my life continued on that course, through middle
school and the magic summer with my next toor neighbor, dressing while my
family went out to bingo several times a week, dressing and getting
makeovers at various makeup stores before the era of Ulta or Sephora, even
getting my nails done once. The years in college and the military when
dressing was impossible, and how it affected my mental well being, my
marriage and career, and my eventually living full time as the woman I'd
always known I was. There were a few standout times in those long years,
my experiences as a ham radio operator being among them.
For those of you who don't know what that is, its basically a hobby,
licensed by various national governments as a public service. When I got
my license as a sophomore in high school, there were five grades, each one
requiring a more difficult radio theory examination, and a test in morse
code ranging from 5 to 20 words per minute. The higher your license
class, the more frequency privileges in a very crowded spectrum you have.
It isn't broadcast (that s illegal!), its basically talking to other
people in different states, countries, continents, wherever. You can use
code, voice, various computer modes (now anyway!), even visual modes like
television. We like to try to see how much efficiency we can get out of
our equipment, and work for various awards, such as all states, all
continents, 100 or more countries, code proficiency, and lots of others.
There are specialized groups for just about anything, including the LGBT
community and especially women-known colloquially as YLs-meaning young
ladies. This applies to any licensed female operator no matter her age-
some are over 80 or as young as 5 or 6 (rare). Their organization is
known as the WRL (Women's Radio League), and you absolutely have to be
female to belong. No exceptions and no honorary OM (Old Man-male operator
no matter the age) memberships. They give out some nice awards, most of
which are available to anyone male or female. And they have their own
gatherings at the annual ham convention (ham being the slang term for
amateur radio operators) in Ohio. Which is where Marybeth Greene's story
comes in.
As I said, I got licensed during my sophomore year of high school, with
the lowest class license, which I upgraded three times-never got the top
one. You may have seen some elaborate antenna structures in some yards,
but all I ever used to get my signal out was a simple wire. Got all
states, all continents and over 140 countries with that wire and low
power, too. Couldn't afford an amplifier, but obviously didn't need one.
With the call sign WZ2XYZ, I had a blast. But one thing that bothered me,
I couldn't join the WRL, since I was legally and socially male. Since
this was the 60s and 70s at the time, being transgender wasn't even a blip
on the horizon, though the Christine Jorgensen Story had come out by then.
But it was considered kind of weird, and not considered a real woman by
about 99% of the population. So I couldn't do much about it then. Email
didn't exist, but I did send off a letter using my real name (not a bright
move) asking about membership requirements, and how transsexuals (the term
at the time) fit into the membership structure. The reply from the
president was short and sweet-basically no way. Biological women only, no
guys in dresses allowed. She didn't use those words, but that was the
message. So I did what I could, earning as many YL certificates from
around the world as I could. A YL on every continent, the award for
contacting 100 or more from anywhere, even women operators from 100
different countries. Entered the contest every year to see how many I
could contact on the air, and did well, always wishing I could be giving
out a WRL number in some of them myself. Happily, times and society
changed. Some states began to give legal gender changes to transgender
individuals, meaning they were legally the sex they felt themselves to be.
By this time there were a lot of famous transgender individuals-a former
Olympian, a german pop singer, an actress on a superhero tv show, the son
(transman) of a famous singer, a teen author/entrepreneur. For a while
even the military allowed them to serve, until a certain controversial
president bowed to his evangelical base and banned them. We'll see how
that goes.
After retirement, eventually my wife and I got a divorce. Nothing
vicious, just got tired of each other. Still friends, and see each other
often, but we both chose to go our separate ways. I finally began to
transition at that time (my early 60s) and live full time as Marybeth,
even found a boyfriend (another ham, met him at the convention in Ohio).
Since the presidency of the WRL had changed several times over the years,
and so had society, I decided to give it another shot at joining. I
figured just applying would get me another rejection, so I shot the
membership chairwoman an e-mail. I explained the situation, how I was in
transition and living full-time as myself. And that I had dreamed of the
WRL all of my life, since I was a young boy, wishing he was really a young
girl. Since I was now legally in transition, though not yet finished with
surgery (which due to medical problems isn't going to happen,
unfortunately), I really felt that I was now eligible for the WRL, and
could she give me a legal opinion, especially since non discrimination
laws were still in effect in many jurisdictions. Her reply was
heartening.
She said she needed to meet me. While she didn't doubt my sincereity, she
needed to make certain that I was actually transgendered, and living my
life as a female. We decided that at the Ohio convention, surrounded by
crowds of others, including many other YLs, would be the most appropriate
arena. She did say I needed to be presenting as a woman for her to even
consider my request, in other words, dressed as any other female at the
event would be. She didn't say I had to be wearing a dress and heels, but
my clothing and accessories definitely had to be feminine. If I couldn't
appear in public in my Marybeth persona, then the answer was absolutely
no-she would consider me a cross dresser, attempting to join a womens
group for some weird purpose. I agreed.
The convention rolled around, and I prepared to drive there. It wasn't
far, I lived in Delaware and only needed to get to Ohio. For driving, I
wore slacks, a nice top and flats, plus minimal makeup, with my hair in a
low ponytail. I have to say that unlike my much younger days when I could
pass completely, as a 60-something, I get 'read' on a pretty regular
basis. That doesn't bother me, most people just leave me alone. Except
for the religious fundamentalists and other redneck types. My senior
black belt has come in handy more than once in those cases. Happily,
nothing like that occurred on the trip, and using ladies rooms in
Pennsylvania and Ohio wasn't difficult, given how I was dressed and the
letter from my doctors that I always carried, just in case. I got to the
arena and checked in, as I already had a prepaid ticket to the convention.
I decided to change and get pretty before I met the other ladies of the
WRL, so I shot over to my hotel, checked in there, and took the elevator
to my room. I did talk to the president on my handheld transceiver
(virtually every ham in the United States has one or more of those low
powered little beauties) and let her know I was there. Obviously she
already knew my call sign, as I did have to give it over the air as I
talked, as per regulations. I told her the plan, and she informed me she
would be at the WRL booth. I already knew her name (Carol Davis) and her
callsign-WZ4Q.
As I said, I didn't have to be in a dress and heels, and since I would be
walking around the convention floor, heels were definitely out, though I
would wear them for the banquet that night. I'd wear the nice dress I
brought then too, but I decided to wear my black a-line skirt with a blue
top to meet the ladies. I fixed my makeup (ok, so I love my Ruby Woo
lipstick, couldn't wear it when I was younger so I do every chance I get
now) and redid my nails with a quick drying polish. Grabbed my purse and
I was ready to go. I'd come in to the hotel as a woman and I didn't
expect any difficulties going out the same way. I was right.
I got back to the arena, showed my badge at the gate with MY name and
callsign on it. The league official taking tickets gave me a startled
look, but nothing vicious. I also knew that there were at least several
other TG hams in attendance, plus a lot more who were gay, of both sexes.
So I wasn't unique. I knew where the WRL booth was, so I made my way over
to it, garnering several more looks along the way, but no insults,
assaults, comments or laughter. You see, the ham population is basically
getting on in years, and a lot of them are somewhat conservative and set
in their ways. Cant blame them for not being used to me or my sisters.
Finally, I got there, past all the booths and tables of electronic
goodies-transceivers, amplifiers, tuners, antennas, you name it.
There were half a dozen yls sitting at the booth, all wearing badges of
course, plus their WRL badges, some in WRL polo shirts. Evidently Carol
had filled them in on who I was and what I was hoping to accomplish. Each
of the ladies introduced themselves and invited me to sit with them and
chat some, in order to get to know me. And if I was sufficiently far
along the transition spectrum to be considered 'one of the girls'. I was
asked for my doctor's note to establish my bone fides, which I happily
showed. This session was basically a social girl-talk gab fest, just to
get to know me. Later on in the WRL hospitality suite, things would get a
little more pointed. After a little over an hour, the informal meeting
came to a close, and I excused myself and went to see some of the rest of
the convention-translation, stop at some of those lovely company booths.
While I did have a two band vhf handheld (144 and 440 mhz), I saw a little
beauty for about $600 that covered four vhf-uhf bands. 144, 222, 440 and
1296 mhz. a few minutes later I was $600 dollars poorer and the beauty
was sitting in my purse (my old one was clipped to my belt, it was
preprogrammed to the local channels so I kept using it). There was an
exam session scheduled for several of the days, but I wasn't ready. I
thought about taking the Extra Class test just to see what it was like,
but I didn't feel like throwing away fifteen bucks for that. Plus I could
take it any time at home, different clubs offered the exam every month.
There was also a card checking booth, for those looking to earn awards for
whatever. I was basically using an electronie confirmation system, so I
didn't have many paper confirmation cards to present either. After my
purchase I basically window shopped. Hey, I am a girl, right?
After an hour or so of walking around the arena and drooling over some of
the goodies, it was time for me to make my way to the hospitality suite.
At least they'd invited me up to that, so they weren't automatically
disqualifying me. The thing is, they must have considered me at least
tentatively female, as NO oms were allowed in the suite-ladies only. Up
to the designated room in the hotel I went, knocked on the door. I should
mention that while in the arena, I did run into three of my TG sisters,
and we got to talking a bit. I told them what I planned to do, and all of
them told me that they didn't feel confident enough to try that. They
felt it would totally out them, which I considered incongruous.
Especially for the one girl who HAD undergone her gender affirmation
surgery, so there was no way in hell she could in any way be considered
male. But I kept my peace and walked on up.
When I heard 'enter', I walked in to fine about thirty ladies there, all
with badges and ht radios on their belts. To say I was nervous, was an
understatement, but I simply greeted them and walked up to Carol, who
greted me warmly. They then proceeded to 'nicely' give me the third
degree, figuratively. They did get a little personal about surgery,
whether or not my cleavage was real (meaning that I couldn't really switch
back and forth if it was!), and a few other topics. They did compliment
me on my outfit and makeup, and did wanted to know if I did my nails
myself. As it was a hospitality suite, there were refreshments and
beverages available (I did treat myself to two glasses of white wine-
typically feminine, right? Usually I'd have a light bourbon, but hard
liquor WASN'T available, but hey-the hotel had a lounge for later,
right?). After a long chat, the executive board excused themselves to the
back room for a discussion. The other ladies continued to talk with me,
and jokingly complimented me on my wise decision to join the 'better sex'.
Things were looking good.
The board came back and told me they had decided to unanimously accept my
application, since I was now living full time presenting and being
considered a female. I would be a member as soon as I remitted my dues
and filled out the application form, both of which I happened to have
ready in my purse. I handed them to Carol, and wonder of wonders, they
had a membership card and certificate all filled out ready to give me.
Guess the fix had already been in.
So now I'm an official member of the WRL, with the all the rights and
privileges that go with that status. I enter the women only contests, and
work for the certificates only available to yl operators. In the 'dog and
cat' contest I enter as a woman, which means that the male operators try
to get a radio contact with me. I count for the yl certificates. I do
however, only enter those events in the morse code section. My voice
isn't feminine enough for me to pass on the air, and it would confuse a
lot of people. I've earned the YL-100 award for contacting 100 or more
women operators (with 50 and 200 endorsements) available only to women.
So finally Ive achieved goal Ive had since 1968 when I was first
licensed.
POSTSCRIPT
Back to reality. It should be obvious that I'm a licensed ham, though I
didn't give my real callsign. I am quite well aware of the real name of
the actual women's ham association and It's officers, as well as the names
of certificates, contests, and of course the location of the annual
convention, which I've attended several times as a male and once since
transition. I have a lot of friends all around the world, and I'm a
member of the local club where I live in Delaware. While some of the guys
were surprised when I showed up, I'm completely accepted same as any yl in
the area is-and there are several other women in the club. I can heartily
endorse ham radio as an avocation, and a heck of a lot of fun, as well as
being a great way to give back to your community. And to any other hams
out there reading this, 33 and 88.
Gert
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