Carmen Rupe at Sydney Mardi Gras in 2008 (Photo: Anoek de Groot/Getty. Design: Tina Tiller)
Carmen Rupe at Sydney Mardi Gras in 2008 (Photo: Anoek de Groot/Getty. Design: Tina Tiller)

SocietyMarch 27, 2022

A trans history of gay liberation in New Zealand

Carmen Rupe at Sydney Mardi Gras in 2008 (Photo: Anoek de Groot/Getty. Design: Tina Tiller)
Carmen Rupe at Sydney Mardi Gras in 2008 (Photo: Anoek de Groot/Getty. Design: Tina Tiller)

Trans women – whakawāhine (Māori trans women) specifically – were the backbone of the communities from which the gay liberation movement grew, writes Will Hansen.

This article is part of a series marking 50 years of gay liberation in Aotearoa. Click here to read more.

Trans activist and deeply committed Aotearoa gay liberationist Sandy Gauntlett wrote in the late 1970s of her frustration that cisgender gays “conveniently overlooked” the role of trans people in gay liberation. While the Gay Liberation Front itself may not have been founded by trans people, trans women were the “initial impetus” behind the gay movement: for it was trans women – whakawāhine (Māori trans women) specifically – who were the backbone of the communities from which the movement grew. Whakawāhine were community matriarchs who ran and staffed the coffee lounges, bars and night-time venues where the seeds of gay liberation germinated. In Gauntlett’s view, trans women were “the very first freedom fighters in the gay movement”.

Ideologically, the various chapters of the Gay Liberation Front were, at least initially, trans inclusive. When gay liberation first splashed into Aotearoa in 1972, gay liberationists demanded the right of everyone to “sexual self-determination”. In an early issue of the Auckland Gay Liberation Front’s newspaper, Gay Lib News, activists deplored the “suffocating tightness of the nuclear family,” which had resulted in “anyone who doesn’t act according to the male or female roles defined by society” as being deemed “unnatural, and subjected to discrimination and suffering”. Meanwhile, Victoria University of Wellington’s Gay Liberation Front branch declared in its manifesto that “those within the movement who face additional oppression”, including “women, Maoris [sic], Pacific Islanders, transvestites and trans-sexuals and blatant gays,” should be given “every encouragement to form special caucuses or sub-groups to present their cause to the movement”.

Despite a desire to make these special caucuses a reality, it appears they never did develop, and it’s not entirely clear why. In an interview conducted in 1973, when she was 24 years old, Gauntlett was described as working in Wellington to “help form an organisation for transvestites and transsexuals as part of Gay Pride Week”. She advocated for state-funded gender-affirming medical care; for unisex bathrooms and the rights of trans people to use the bathrooms of their choice; for an end to legal discrimination, and an end to trans women being sent to men’s jail cells (all issues trans communities are still struggling with today!).

At the 1974 annual Gay Liberation conference, Gauntlett led a group of trans people, plus one intersex activist, in a panel on trans and intersex struggles. In a report on the conference for Victoria University student magazine Salient, the author describes Gauntlett’s group as being “suspicious” because they had “no idea whether the gays wanted them.” The diverse group had decided on using the word “drag” as “the most acceptable all-inclusive term,” and on their behalf Gauntlett “pledged the support of drags in the movement.” Despite her initial nerves she eventually won over conference goers, achieving “a vote of confidence”. 

Though they weren’t given nearly as much acknowledgement as trans people, intersex people were also a vibrant part of these movements, and often collaborated with trans activists. At this conference, an intersex person named Michelle joined Gauntlett’s “drag” panel, giving a speech about intersex oppression. Following Michelle’s talk, one participant said “We should look into this, if it’s reasonably common.” The author describes how a trans activist “exploded” in response: “‘Reasonably common! If there’s only one in a million we should help them!” The report noted that “the response of the participants showed that they thought so too”.

The Gay Liberation Front also actively worked alongside trans organisations. Hedesthia, a trans advocacy group founded in Lower Hutt in 1972, was an early supporter of gay liberation, and in turn members were frequently asked to speak at conferences, invited to gay liberation dances, and gave educational panels alongside gay activists at hospitals and schools. Hedesthia was given Associate Member status by the National Gay Rights Coalition, an umbrella organisation created in 1977 which sought to sew unity among the diverse gay activist community. Suzan Xtabay, Hedesthia’s national co-ordinator, declared that trans people had: 

“…a responsibility to all gay people to support them, because any advantages that are finally won, wrested from the establishment WILL benefit all of us…it’s our cause, YOUR cause, and don’t any of you forget it. Hedesthia HAS a place in the Gay movement, and so have ALL of its members.”

Reactions to trans people from cis activists varied, ranging from the acceptance demonstrated above, through to confusion, outright exclusion and violence. Though many gay liberationists were supportive, others struggled to extend their liberatory politics to gender diversity. One anonymous Hedesthia member, who marched in the Auckland Gay Liberation Front’s first protest down Queen Street, remembered being heckled by “butch lesbian separatists” during a workshop Hedesthia gave on trans issues at a Gay Liberation Conference. She felt that instead of embracing trans people, the gay community were “shunting them out”. But the white, middle-class members of Hedesthia continued to be invited to conferences; it was the trans sex workers, mostly Māori and Pasefika, who really faced the brunt of discrimination within the gay liberation movement, and society more generally. 

And yet, it was the Māori and Pasifika trans sex workers who were the backbone of the communities which birthed Gay Liberation. Ngāhuia Te Awekotuku, the very spark of Gay Liberation in Aotearoa, specifically named three whakawāhine – Māori trans women – as the leaders in an inherited “Polynesian tradition” of queerness: from “the Mahu of Hawaii, Tahiti, the Cook Islands, the Marquesas, of the Fa’afafine of Samoa, of the Fakaleiti of Tonga, of the Carmens, and Shirelles and Natashas of Aotearoa.” 

The Carmen who Te Awekotuku referred to is, of course, trans trailblazer, sex worker, community advocate, performer, and business woman Carmen Rupe. Rupe, who in 1966 challenged the courts and won the right to wear “women’s” clothing – eight years before Auckland’s Gay Liberation Front, and three years before the famous New York Stonewall riots. Rupe, who in 1976 was dragged in front of the Parliamentary Privileges Committee by Muldoon for daring to speak of the existence of queer Parliamentarians. Rupe, who in 1977 ran for the Wellington mayoralty, the first out trans person in Aotearoa – and potentially the world – to do so.

Rupe, who most significantly of all, helped build trans and queer community. Through her venues like Carmen’s International Coffee Lounge and The Balcony, she created spaces where queer people could socialise, as well as be employed. New Zealand Prostitutes Collective community liaison Chanel Hati has described how incredible it was for her young trans self to see someone like Carmen being so unapologetic: “this trans woman got out there, with her big titties out, not shy…she broke down the barriers of conservative ideals about what being trans, or being gay, or being anything other than the norm is…we stand on her shoulders.” 

More recently, academics such as Dr Elizabeth Kerekere and Dr Clive Aspin have corroborated this point. In her work on takatāpui activism, Kerekere describes whakawāhine as “at the forefront”, naming Georgina Beyer and Mama Tere Tahere-Strickland as 1990s examples. Aspin argues that Māori, and “transsexuals especially”, have “played a major role in the gay community development that preceded AIDS and which has been fundamental to our fight to stop the epidemic”. Like Gauntlett, he also highlights the several venues “run and frequented” by trans people like Rupe: “it is worth remembering that these were people who courageously carved out a niche for themselves in the face of considerable societal prejudice” and often brutal police harassment. 

Beyond celebrity Carmen, many more whakawāhine and trans sex workers dared to carve out spaces for themselves. Chrissy Witoko’s venues, most notably the Evergreen in Wellington, were renowned as safe spaces for queer people, and the Evergreen was even used as an organising space for gay and lesbian activists as well as a sex worker drop-in centre. Chanel Hati described the way trans sex workers practiced mutual aid, housing each other and pooling resources in an era of harsh housing and employment discrimination. Trans households were a central feature of community building. Hati remembered it was “just the normal thing to do”, to take others under one’s wing, and how, though certainly not utopian – infighting occurred, as it does among any group of flatmates – households became a “family away from family”.

Trans sex worker and community matriarch Dana de Milo has also identified how trans people played a unique role in gay liberation as the “face of gayness”. Speaking to Caren Wilton for her book My body, my business: New Zealand sex workers in an era of change, de Milo explained that trans women, especially trans sex workers, were the most visible members of queer communities, and therefore copped the brunt of anti-queer oppression and violence. The “white gay guys”, meanwhile, could “hide behind their men’s kākahu” (clothes) and did not have to admit if they were gay; for trans sex workers, there was little choice. For their place on the frontlines, trans sex workers were rewarded with scorn; deemed the “bottom of the gay heap, even though we were the face of it” as many cisgender lesbians and gays strove to distance themselves from this community that was so demonised. 

It is worth remembering that before any New Zealanders were gay or trans, we were “kamp”, an identity that was more dynamic and amorphous. Kamp communities in Aotearoa were so developed that, as early as the 1930s, they even had their own language. Professor Welby Ings identified kamp language as a hodge-podge of “prison slang, pig Latin, Polari, gay slang, [te reo] Māori and localised dialect”, popularised by the kamp sex workers and seafarers. Though within this language there were certainly more specific ways of referring to different kinds of kamp people – there were butches, fairies, arthurs and marthas, queens of all different sorts – the distinctions between cis and trans kamp people were blurred. Before she knew she was trans Carmen herself identified as kamp, writing in her memoir of these “three aunties” who her particular kamp circle revolved around. “Hinemoa and Freda both had Māori ancestry; Auntie Mamie was from Rarotonga”, and all three “went to great trouble and effort preparing for their parties”, the centre of this kamp community. These kamp communities, in turn, formed the foundation out of which gay liberation sprung. 

The history of trans involvement in gay liberation is not a straightforward one of either unity or exclusion. But the important detail is that trans communities were there, were actively a part of gay liberation, and their stories need to be preserved. Remembering their contributions does not to obscure the work of cis activists. Rather it reveals how deeply us queer people, us “kamp folk”, are tied together. Our movement is strengthened by our solidarity.  

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The Sunday Essay: 11 years of waiting

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I assumed I would be better the next day or the next week. I wasn’t.

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Original illustrations by Sophie Watson

2009

I’m living in the Dominican Republic, working with kids living in extreme poverty. In my spare time I make friendship bracelets with the kids, eat ice cream and dance to reggaeton.

On a work trip to Central America I get a fever, severe back pain and diarrhoea. I assume I’m in pain from sleeping on a plastic kids mattress for a year.

A week after returning to the DR, I’m diagnosed with amoebas and all sorts of parasites and given kids medication. Every time I eat, the abdominal pain is so severe that I lie down, curl up into a ball and roll around crying. The doctor reassures me that it’s just the amoebas.

I’m no medical professional but I’m pretty sure that daily stabbing abdominal pain, nausea, pain during sex, diarhhoea six times a day, back and neck pain, headaches and fatigue are not normal.

I assume I’ll be better tomorrow or next week. It lasts 11 years.

2011

I come home to Aotearoa 10 kilos lighter and receive compliments on how well I look. One old friend says he’d heard that I’d gotten “all skinny and sexy”.

Soon enough malabsorption kicks in, meaning I can’t properly absorb all the nutrients from the food I eat. I put the weight back on and the compliments stop.

I spend my savings on doctors, tests, medicine, supplements, electrolytes, treatment plans, therapy and specialist appointments. With all that money I could have bought a whare, or at least a really nice car.

While my pain worsens, my meditation and yoga practice gets stronger, stopping me from completely losing hope.

2017

It takes six years but eventually my GP sends me to a gastro specialist for a colonoscopy. I am so excited to finally get some answers.

After the surgery I’m told that I don’t have cancer or chron’s, and am instead diagnosed with IBS, which the specialist explains is the diagnosis given for gastrointestinal issues when there is no other clear diagnosis. When I ask what she can offer to help manage my chronic abdominal pain, diarrhoea and fatigue, she recommends that I take imodium everyday – an anti-diarrhoea pill. I sit in her office, crying, and when I ask if there’s anything else she can do, she offers to write a prescription for depression meds despite the fact that I’m not depressed. Yet.

Soon enough, I return to my GP as fatigue is making it hard for me to function. After years of trying to help, he suggests that I go on the sickness benefit. I can’t give up my work supporting rangatahi with The Kindness Institute. My limited energy goes into it and I feel guilty for not having time for my friends or whānau. And I’m resentful that almost every time I have more than two or three beers I feel like shit for weeks.

My good friends are incredible and without them, my mum, my mother-in-law, my therapist and my boyfriend, I wouldn’t get through it. My boyfriend sacrifices almost all of his free time to take care of me.

2018

Ten years in, my work is going better than ever. I’ve started The Kindness Institute and we’ve worked with so many incredible youth through our mental health kaupapa. I receive the order of merit and around the same time things take a turn for the worse with my health.

I end up in A&E with 10/10 abdominal pain and I am turned away because they’re “full and closing soon”. I’m in agony for weeks. I don’t have the energy to write a formal complaint but don’t worry Auckland DHB, it’s coming.

2019

I become hapu and go through a painful pregnancy loss. The pain lasts for months and I become depressed – grieving the loss of the baby and taking a massive physical hit. I’m unable to do much other than sleep, and I feel trapped in my body. It takes about six months until I can go for a walk and not double over in pain.

I end up having around three days a month when I can function normally. The rest of the time I’m in pain and largely bed-bound. After seeing countless doctors, I see two naturopaths when I’m just about at breaking point. One fat shames me and the other fully invests in my recovery and recommends I get a laparoscopy to see if I have endometriosis. Endo is an inflammatory disease that can include period pain, pelvic pain, bowel problems and sub-fertility or infertility. Sometimes endo can be misdiagnosed as other conditions, like IBS.

2020

I find a gynaecologist and the gynaecologist finds stage three, going on stage four, endometriosis throughout my organs. I can’t believe it. After 10 years of no concrete answers, I am diagnosed with endo and told that my health has been seriously mismanaged.

The recovery is hectic and the pain seems worse than before. The pain medication makes my brain feel weird. I can’t do the smallest tasks like put on my socks. My boyfriend’s had to take weeks off work to care for me and I am, once again, pretty depressed.

Three months after the surgery, I’m so excited when I get hapu again but it leads to another miscarriage. Things aren’t perfect, but eventually I start to get my energy back and feel much better. Cutting gluten, dairy and soy helps, but costs a fortune finding the right specialists – nutritionist, therapist, naturopath and physical therapist just to manage the disease.

I try CBD oil and it’s the only thing that lowers my pain without any side effects.

I’m fortunate to be able to advocate for myself and to have shitloads of support, yet it still took me 11 years, my life savings and private health insurance to get a diagnosis.

2021

After all these years and two miscarriages, I give birth to a beautiful baby girl. While I’m hapu, all my endo symptoms completely disappear. Even though the disease is one of the leading causes of infertility, women have to wait years for surgery and don’t receive any ongoing care.

2022

As a girl I was told that pain during sex is normal (it isn’t) and that period pain is simply part of being a woman.

No one taught us in school that if your period pain shouldn’t stop you from doing everyday activities. According to Endometriosis NZ, It still takes more than eight years to get a diagnosis from first presenting with symptoms. Lots of wahine might think that their symptoms are normal, and be too whakamā to seek help or be misdiagnosed.

Early on, a friend suggested that I might have endo, but that doctors dismissed it because my periods were regular. I met a lot of lovely health professionals along the way but not many who looked beyond the IBS diagnosis.

One in ten women suffer from endometriosis, that’s roughly 190 million women worldwide. According to Endometriosis NZ, 27% of girls aged 13-18 years are absent from school in Aotearoa, because of distressing symptoms relating to their period. Early intervention is essential as menstrual disorders in rangatahi can have a significant impact on their physical and mental health and seriously compromise schooling, quality of life and future fertility.

2022

My health isn’t perfect and some of the pain is back, but I feel better than I have in years. After more than a decade of being told that I had no reason to feel the things I was feeling, I’m still learning to trust my body.


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