User:Charlene Cameron

Charlene Cameron

Artist, Transexual, Actress and Social-Light

Born Charles Edward Cameron, January 14, 1964, Syracuse, New York, Father Charles Edward Rivers of Malone, New York, and mother Katherine Elizabeth Cameron of Sherill, New York. Charlene’s birth certificate only lists her mother and lists no father. Charlene’s father Charles Rivers along with his best friend was killed in an alcohol related automobile accident in the summer of 1963 several months before his birth. Charles and his best friend Tiny had been drinking and in fact were stopped, according to newspaper reports, by New York State Police hours before the tragic accident.

His mother, only 16 years old and pregnant at the time was devastated from the tragic death. They had planned to wed and had their marriage license completed. Charlene’s mother was planning on picking out her a wedding dress when the tragic news came.

Charles Rivers was buried in Constable, New York, at Saint Mary’s Cemetery. After Charlene’s birth Katherine sent pictures of her new baby to Charles River’s foster parents the Avery’s. Ward Avery sent the baby picture back with $5. to cover postage and some personal items.

Charlene believes her mother never recovered from his death. Katherine suffers, to this day, from a life-long alcoholism. She has endured several abusive relationships, including broken bones, wired jaw and several trips to hospital. Charlene remembers the beating her mother endured, and jumping threw her bedroom screened window to run to neighbors for help.

Something is not right:

From the earliest age I felt female and would often have to force myself to act like a good little boy. I was bullied and even stabbed in the wrist, which I still have the graphite beneath my skin. From a girl on the school bus who would take joy in her bulling. Odd having a girl bully a boy, but who knows why a bully chooses there target.

Even walking to the store I was bullied and would often cut through a field unseen. I guess kids just saw I was very different and would zero in on that and in those days you took it on the chin. I would draw my feelings, play with my sister’s toys and endured teasing, because I was not acting as a little boy. The only relief from this was the weekends at my grandparents.

I often withdrew in to a fantasy world, which I have recently learned other transsexuals have done in similar fashion.

I believe I now know why I never had a best male friend or male friends in general. It’s because I looked up to other boy in the same way and girls did and it made them uncomfortable. But it was different than a gay male. I mean I actually felt I was female.

So as my early dating and relationships developed I would believe I was gay (lesbian) with the girls I was dating. I know it sounds crazy but it was a corner society forced me in to and later in life lesbians forced me out of as I transitions straight woman would not date me and lesbians wanted biological females. Good Lord, what was I to do?

--Charlene Cameron (talk) 23:09, 19 August 2009 (UTC)