Some would say my chromosomes would define me as being a woman, and yet I'm also, as you see me, it was a very dark time for me. I failed to see my entire life as a priest who had been left in a state of sin. Of course, I offered my resignation to the Holy Father. I flew to Rome and I told him everything.
Hynia?
Yes, Hynia. And he thought it acceptable for you to continue as an ordained minister. We considered surgery to remove the female parts of my body. But the night before I was due to fly, I realized I was mistaken. I was who I had always been. It seemed to me more of a sin to change his handiwork than to leave my body as it was.
So you are still one.
I am what God made me. And perhaps it is my difference that would make me more useful. I think again of your sermon. I know what it is to exist between the world's certainties.
