The Medieval transgender poem

I was reading through some of my favourite blogs and came upon this delightful gem. Although transgender issue did exist in medieval times, this is an enlightened poem by a 14th century Jewish philosopher. 

The story about a medieval  poem on  becoming your true gender.

Many of you will have met the following argument in the transgender debate:

Since crossdreaming and transgender identities are social constructs, they are most likely to be the end product of modern Capitalist society, the Patriarchy or something equally sinister -- an line of argument which will most likely lead to a discussion about sexualization and fetishes.

This impression is reinforced by the fact that historians and art scholars have had a tendency to ignore -- or outright censor -- the voices of gender variant people from other cultures and epochs.

As I pointed out in my blog post on  crossdreamers in the Kama Sutra, until recently all English translations of that work skipped the part about straight women dominating straight men, most likely because it was considered threatening to the world order or impossible to understand.

So a lot of work is needed in this field. I am confident that if we look, we will find crossdreamers and transgender people in all cultures and all periods of time. They lives will be expressed in different manners according to  local language and cultural framework (as they are today), but they will have this in common: A desire or a need to express or be recognised as their true gender or as a blend of the two.

A Medieval Poem About the Longing to Become a Woman

A year ago Tuitey made me aware of a beautiful transgender poem over at tumblr.

The poem was written in the 14th century by a Jewish male to female transgender philosopher  and translator from Provence:  Kalonymos ben Kalonymus (also known as Qalonymos ben Qalonymos ben Meir). The poem was originally published in the book Even Bohan (or Eben Bohan) in 1322.


The transgender content of the poem has been dismissed as some kind ofmischievous humor (and there is definitely humor in the text).

Others have pointed to parts that describe the burden of being a man under Jewish law ("Strong statutes and awesome commandments, six hundred and thirteen"), arguing -- I presume -- that this is more about showing how hard life can be for a man.

But to me it clearly expresses s a deep longing for the life of a woman.

The Beauty of Women

Take, for instance, this description of women:

. . . Oh, but had the artisan who made me

created me instead—a fair woman.

Today I would be wise and insightful.

We would weave, my friends and I,

and in the moonlight spin our yarn,

and tell our stories to one another,

from dusk till midnight.

We’d tell of the events of our day, silly things,

matters of no consequence.

But also I would grow very wise from the spinning,

and I would say, “Happy is she who knows how to work with combed flax and weave it into fine white linen.”

This is not irony. This is true appreciation of the culture and abilities of women. The author truly longs to be one of them.

Dressing as a woman

There is also a clear crossdressing aspect to the author's fantasy:

On holidays I would put on my best jewelry.

I would beat on the drum

and my clapping hands would ring.

And when I was ready and the time was right,

an excellent youth would be my fortune.

He would love me, place me on a pedestal,

dress me in jewels of gold,

earrings, bracelets, necklaces.

According to G.G. Bolich this is not the only place where Kalonymos writes about dressing up like a woman. ("Oh my heart, you seduced me [to desire...] precious attire... and fine... linen of the kind virgin princesses wear.")

Being a sexual woman

Is there any erotic crossdreaming? Does Kalonymos dream of being a sensual woman? Most certainly!

He [her husband] would not chastise nor harshly treat me,

and my [sexual] pleasure he would not diminish

Every Sabbath, and each new moon,

his head he would rest upon my breast.

The three husbandly duties he would fulfill,

rations, raiment, and regular intimacy.

And three wifely duties would I also fulfill,

[watching for menstrual] blood, [Sabbath candle] lights, and bread. . .

Magical transformation

In contemporary crossdreamer fantasies there is often a miracle of sorts, magical or scientific, that makes the new life possible. This is also found in this poem:

Father in heaven, who did miracles for our ancestors with fire and water,

You changed the fire of Chaldees so it would not burn hot,

You changed Dina in the womb of her mother to a girl,

You changed the staff to a snake before a million eyes,

You changed [Moses’] hand to [leprous] white

and the sea to dry land.

In the desert you turned rock to water,

hard flint to a fountain.

Who would then turn me from a man to woman?

Were I only to have merited this, being so graced by your goodness. . .

The tragedy

And underneath it all is the tragedy of the gender dysphoric person who realizes that her dream will never become reality:

What shall I say? Why cry or be bitter?

If my Father in heaven has decreed upon me

and has maimed me with an immutable deformity,

then I do not wish to remove it.

And the sorrow of the impossible

is a human pain that nothing will cure

and for which no comfort can be found.

So, I will bear and suffer

until I die and wither in the ground.

The poem does end in irony, as the author quotes the traditional Jewish blessing:

Blessed are you, O Lord,

who has not made me a woman.

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