I'm no prude. I don't care who a person sleeps with or chooses as a partner. I know first-hand how hard it is to find a mate, so I'm pretty much an "if it feels good, do it" kind of gal. So why do I find myself having to look away at the pregnancy pics of Thomas Beattie? My first response to this question is, its just creepy.
But what disturbs me more than the surrealistic image of the goatee and swollen belly combo is not only the pictures themselves, but Beattie's seemingly psychotic need for attention. My concern reaches beyond the biological and psychological flip-flopping of Beattie's gender, to what lies ahead for his unborn child.
In the name of progress for transgenders everywhere, Beattie seems to be driven by unflagging selfishness and exhibitionism. I know I am going to get grief for taking this position, gay activists are going to label me anti-gay, anti-ground breaking progress, anti-transgender. None of this is true. What am I staunchly opposed to is narcissitic parenting. Beattie seems so relentlessly focused on himself, his needs and his happiness, I wonder what is going to happen when he has to care for another human life.
I don't know anything about Beattie's true maternal calling, I only know that being a mother involves getting the attention off yourself once in a while, of thinking about the happiness and well being of someone else. Throwing himself up as a transgender flare for the world, I just don't see time in his day for that.