I was an eight-year old kid
in the mid-1990s.

I grew up in the southern Philippines.

At that age, you are
young enough to be oblivious

about what society expects
from each of us,

but old enough to be aware
of what's going on around you.

We lived in a one-bedroom house,

all five of us.

Our house was amongst clusters of houses

made mostly of wood
and corrugated metal sheets.

These houses were built
very close to each other,

along unpaved roads.

There was little to no
expectation of privacy.

Whenever an argument broke out next door,

you heard it all.

Or, if there was a little
something something going on

(Laughter)

you would probably hear that too.

Like any other kid, I learned
what a family looked like.

It was a man, a woman,
plus a child or children.

But I also learned
it wasn't always that way.

There were other combinations
that worked just as well.

There was this family of three
who lived down the street.

The lady of the house was called Lenny.

Lenny had long black hair,
often in a ponytail,

and manicured nails.

She always went out
with a little makeup on

and her signature red lipstick.

Lenny's other half,
I don't remember much about him

except that he had a thing
for wide sleeveless shirts

and gold chains around his neck.

Their daughter was
a couple years younger than me.

Now, everybody in the village knew Lenny.

She owned and ran what was
the most popular beauty salon

in our side of town.

Every time their family
would walk down the roads,

they would always be greeted with smiles

and occasionally stopped
for a little chit-chat.

Now, the interesting thing about Lenny

is that she also happened to be
a transgender woman.

She exemplified

one of the Philippines' longstanding
stories about gender diversity.

Lenny was proof that oftentimes
we think of something as strange

only because we're not familiar with it,

or we haven't taken enough time
to try and understand.

In most cultures around the world,

gender is this man-woman dichotomy.

It's this immovable, nonnegotiable,
distinct classes of individuals.

We assign characteristics and expectations
the moment a person's biological sex

is determined.

But not all cultures are like that.

Not all cultures are as rigid.

Many cultures don't look
at genitalia primarily

as basis for gender construction,

and some communities in North America,
Africa, the Indian Subcontinent,

and the Pacific islands,
including the Philippines,

have a long history
of cultural permissiveness

and accommodation of gender variances.

As you may know,

the people of the Philippines were under
Spanish rule for over 300 years.

That's from 1565 to 1898.

This explains why everyday
Filipino conversations

are peppered with Spanish words,

and why so many of our last names,
including mine, sound very Spanish.

This also explains the firmly entrenched
influence of Catholicism.

But precolonial Philippine societies,
they were mostly animists.

They believed all things
had a distinct spiritual essence:

plants, animals, rocks, rivers, places.

Power resided in the spirit.

Whoever was able to harness
that spiritual power was highly revered.

Now, scholars who have studied
the Spanish colonial archives

also tell us that these early societies
were largely egalitarian.

Men did not necessarily
have an advantage over women.

Wives were treated
as companions, not slaves.

And family contracts were not done
without their presence and approval.

In some ways, women had the upper hand.

A woman could divorce her husband
and own property under her own name,

which she kept even after marriage.

She had the prerogative
to have a baby or not,

and then decide the baby's name.

But the real key to the power
of the precolonial Filipino woman

was in her role as babaylan,

a collective term for shamans
of various ethnic groups.

They were the community healers,

specialists in herbal and divine lore.

They delivered babies

and communicated with the spirit world.

They performed exorcisms

and occasionally, and in defense
of their community,

they kicked some ass.

(Laughter)

And while the babaylan was a female role,

there were also in fact
male practitioners in the spiritual realm.

Reports from early Spanish chroniclers
contain several references

to male shamans who did not conform
to normative Western masculine standards.

They cross-dressed

and appeared effeminate

or sexually ambiguous.

A Jesuit missionary named Francisco Alsina

said that one man
he believed to be a shaman

was so effeminate

that in every way he was
more a woman than a man.

All the things the women did,

he performed,

such as weaving blankets,

sewing clothes and making pots.

He danced also like they did,

never like a man,

whose stance is different.

In all, he appeared
more a woman than a man.

Well, any other juicy details
in the colonial archives?

Thought you'd never ask.

(Laughter)

As you may have deduced by now,

the manner in which these
precolonial societies conducted themselves

didn't go over so well.

All the free-loving,
gender-variant-permitting,

gender equality wokeness

clashed viciously with the European
sensibilities at the time,

so much so that the Spanish missionaries
spent the next 300 years

trying to enforce their two-sex,
two-gender model.

Many Spanish friars also thought
that the cross-dressing babalyan

were either celibates like themselves

or had deficient or malformed genitals,

but this was pure speculation.

Documents compiled between 1679 and 1685
called the Bolinao Manuscript,

mentions male shamans marrying women.

The Boxer Codex, circa 1590,

provide clues on the nature
of the male babaylan sexuality.

It says, ordinarily they dress as women,

act like prudes,

and are so effeminate

that one who does know them
would believe they are women.

Almost all are impotent
for the reproductive act,

and thus they marry other males
and sleep with them as men and wife

and have carnal knowledge,

carnal knowledge of course meaning sex.

Now, there's an ongoing debate
in contemporary society

about what constitutes gender
and how it should be defined.

My country is no exception.

Some countries like Australia,
New Zealand, Pakistan, Nepal, and Canada

have begun introducing nonbinary options
in their legal documents

such as their passports
and their permanent resident cards.

In all these discussions about gender,

I think it's important to keep in mind

that the prevailing notions
of man and woman as static genders

anchored strictly on biological sex
are social constructs.

In my people's case,
this social construct is an imposition.

It was hammered into their heads
over hundreds of years

until they were convinced that their way
of thinking was erroneous.

But the good thing about social constructs
is they can be reconstructed

to fit a time and age.

They can be reconstructed to respond

to communities that are
becoming more diverse.

And they can be reconstructed for a world
that's starting to realize

we have so much to gain from learning
and working through our differences.

When I think about this subject,

I think about the Filipino people

and an almost forgotten
but important legacy

of gender equality and inclusivity.

I think about lovers who were
some of the gentlest souls I had known

but could not be fully open.

I think about people
who have made an impact in my life,

who showed me that integrity,
kindness, and strength of character

are far better measures of judgment,

far better than things
that are beyond a person's control

such as their skin color,
their age, or their gender.

As I stand here today,

on the shoulders of people like Lenny,

I feel incredibly grateful for all
who have come before me,

the ones courageous enough
to put themselves out there,

who live a life that is theirs
and in the process made it a little easier

for us to live our lives now.

Because being yourself is revolutionary.

And to anyone reeling from forces
trying to knock you down

and cram you into these neat little boxes
people have decided for you,

don't break.

I see you.

My ancestors see you.

Their blood runs through me
as they run through so many of us.

You are valid, and you deserve rights
and recognition just like everyone else.

Thank you.

(Applause)