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This week’s “GMA” Buzz pick is “Detransition, Baby” by Torrey Peters.
Peters’ debut novel is a provocative and witty story that explores the beauty in life’s messy relationships and the blurred lines of gender and sex.
The story follows three women -- one trans woman, one detransitioned trans woman and one cis woman. Their lives collide after an unexpected pregnancy forces them to raise a baby together and make a new kind of family. Their situation also forces them to confront their deepest desires.
“It sounds like a lot, but that's actually why it’s funny,” Peters told “Good Morning America.”
Peters’ novel first hit bookstore shelves in January, but is already billed as “one of the best books of 2021’’ and longlisted for The Women’s Prize.
In addition, Peters is preparing for her book’s debut on the silver screen. She’s already written the pilot and two showrunners from “Grey’s Anatomy,” Joan Rater and Tony Phelan, will be leading the charge behind the scenes. The adaptation has found a home at Amazon.
“It’s been so fun figuring out what I can do to adapt the book, there are so many new things that I want to say, so many new thoughts since I wrote the story three years ago,” Peters said. “I can’t wait to expand it, see the ensemble and be able to do more with the characters.”
For Peters, it’s not lost on her that her novel is helping spark a conversation about the LGBTQ+ community. Especially as a wave of unprecedented anti-LGBTQ measures have been sweeping through state legislatures across the country. Specifically, legislation targeting trans youth.
“Bills that have become law so far this year range from making it a felony to provide transgender youth with life-saving health care to banning transgender girls from participating in sports to erasing LGBTQ people from school curriculum to granting broad licenses to discriminate against LGBTQ people,” said Human Rights Campaign president Alphonso David in a statement last month. “These bills are not only harmful and discriminatory, but also represent a failure in our democracy and the commitment of elected officials make to protect and serve their constituents. … It is time to take urgent action to protect the basic rights and humanity of LGBTQ people in America.”
Peters said she hopes that the conversation about these important issues doesn’t end with her book and that it inspires others to put a spotlight on the trans community with more stories that need to be told.
“We’re in a period of correction right now, so many voices that haven’t been heard have something urgent to say. With that comes a lot of difficulty for the writers who are speaking,” Peters said. “For me, there is a burden of representation. There aren’t that many trans books, so what if people read mine and assume things about trans people based on this individual story?” she said. “I hope eventually, there are enough books out there so there isn’t that burden of representation.”
Peters added, “When I speak as a trans woman, I want to speak in a cacophony of other trans voices. It’s true for Black writers, immigrant writers and any number of writers whose voices are being paid attention to right now. In 10 years, I hope even more writers have the freedom to tell their specific story.”
Read an excerpt from “Detransition, Baby” below and get a copy here.
Also, for more books to read for Pride Month, check out Peters’ book list.
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Katrina sits in the roller chair before Ames’s desk. The moment has an air of uncommon inversion. Because she is his boss, Ames nearly always goes to her office and sits in front of her desk. Her office, corresponding to their relative places in the corporate hierarchy, is double the square footage of his, with two full windows looking out on two neighboring buildings, and between them, a sliver of East River view. By contrast, Ames’s office has one window overlooking a small parking lot. Once, in the twilight, he saw a brown creature trotting spritely across the pavement—and has since maintained that it was an urban coyote. One takes one’s excitements where one may.
Katrina rifles through a briefcase, pulls out a manila folder, and plops it on his desk. Her coming to his office makes him tense, like a teenager whose parents have entered his room.
“Well,” she says. “It’s real. This is happening.” He reaches for the folder. He has good posture, and gives her an easy smile. The folder opens to reveal printouts from an online patient portal.
“My gyno,” Katrina says, watching him closely. “She followed up with a blood test and a pelvic exam. She confirmed the home test results. Without an ultrasound, she can’t say how far I am, so I had one scheduled for the Thursday after next. I mean, I know you maybe aren’t sure yet how you feel about it, but maybe if you come, that’ll help? If I’m more than four weeks into it, we’ll be able to see the baby—or I guess, embryo?”
He is aware that she is scrutinizing him for a reaction. He had been unable to give one after the pregnancy test came back positive. He feels the same numbness that he felt then, only now, he can no longer delay by telling her that he wants to wait for official confirmation to get his emotions involved. “Amazing,” he says, and tries out a smile that he fears might be coming off as a grimace. “I guess it’s real! Especially since we have”—he searches briefly for a phrase, and then comes up with one—“an entire dossier of evidence.”
Katrina shifts to cross her legs. She’s wearing casual wedge heels. He always notices her clothing, half out of admiration, and half out of the habit of noting what’s going on in the field of women’s fashion. “Your reaction has been hard to read,” she says carefully. “I don’t know, I thought maybe if you saw it in black and white, I’d be able to gauge how you were actually feeling.” She pauses and swallows. “But I still can’t.” He sees the effort it costs her to muster this level of assertion.
He stands up, walks around the desk, and half sits against it, just in front of her, so his leg is touching hers.
He rotates the printouts, there’s a list of test results, but he can’t make sense of them. His brain shorts out when he cross-references the data that they clearly show—he is a father-to-be—with the data he stores in his heart: He should not be a father.
Three years have passed since Ames stopped taking estrogen. He injected his last dose on Reese’s thirty-second birthday. Reese, his ex, still lives in New York. They haven’t spoken in two years, although he sent her a birthday card last year. He received no response. Throughout their relationship, she had always talked assuredly about how she’d have a kid by age thirty-five. As far as he knows, that hasn’t happened.
It is only now, three years after their breakup, that Ames is able to talk about Reese casually, calling her “my ex” and moving the conversation along without dwelling. Because in truth, he still misses her in a way that talking about her, thinking about her, remains dangerous to indulge in—as an alcoholic can’t think too much about how much she’d really like just one drink. When Ames thinks hard about Reese, he feels abandoned and grows angry, morose, and worst of all, ashamed. Because he has trouble explaining exactly what he still wants from her. For a while he thought it was romance, but his desire has lost any kind of sexual edge. Instead, he misses her in a familial way, in the way he missed and felt betrayed by his birth family when they cut off contact in the early years of his transition. His sense of abandonment plucked at a nerve deeper, more adolescent than that of jilted adult romantic love. Reese hadn’t just been his lover, she’d been something like his mother. She had taught him to be a woman . . . or he’d learned to be a woman with her. She had found him in a plastic state of early development, a second puberty, and she’d molded him to her tastes. And now she was gone, but the imprint of her hands remained, so that he could never forget her.
He hadn’t understood how little sense he made as a person without Reese until after she began to detach from him, until the lack of her became so painful that he started to once again want the armor of masculinity and, somewhat haphazardly, detransitioned to fully suit up in it.
So now, three years have passed living once again in a testosterone-dependent body. Yet even without the shots or pills, Ames had believed that he’d been on androgen-blockers long enough to have atrophied his testicles into permanent sterility. That’s what he told Katrina when they hooked up the first time, the night of the agency’s annual Easter Keg Hunt. He told her that he was sterile—not that he’d been a transsexual woman with atrophied balls.
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Excerpted from "Detransition, Baby" by Torrey Peters. Copyright © 2021 by Torrey Peters. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
