How Phoenix Made Me Proud
Saturday, May 2nd, 2009By Monica F. Helms
The country’s fifth largest city, Phoenix, AZ, served as my home from 1953 to 1961, then again from 1966 to 2000. I arrived there because my military father received orders to Luke Air Force Base, located west of Phoenix. In that year, the city’s population had only reached 100,000 people. My parent’s bought their first (and only) home in 1955, in an area that later became Maryvale. This predated John F. Long, the builder who pretty much created Maryvale, and since no one else had moved into any of those other homes yet, we were the official very first residents of this new tiny section of tract homes.
In 1997, my life as Monica began, changing not only the obvious, but internally as well. I started my activism for the trans community in 1998 and by the time I left in June of 2000, myself and a few others had accomplished enough to give the gay, lesbian and bisexual people of Phoenix a new respect for transgender people. However, shortly after I left, activism in the transgender community came to a halt. “Why?” I don’t know.
It didn’t stay that way.