His son is a gay man. He is depressed when he begins his transition and remains depressed after transitioning. He enters a relationship with a bisexual man who later himself transitions. Along the way, his son marries a woman who dates others men. His son is 26 years old at the start of this, living in Berlin and working as a designer and DJ.
This is where transgenderism belongs -- in the urban art and fashion demimonde, one of many other by now rote, hackneyed subcultural lifestyle eccentricities that are no longer new and no longer interesting but which continue as modes of self-expression for bored, disaffected children of elites in ostensible revolt against a society that does nothing but indulge and praise and coddle their ostensible revolt.
Where it does not belong: in your child's kindergarten classroom, in your daughter's middle school changing room, dunking a volleyball on your daughter's head, embedded in constitutional law.
For The New Yorker, I wrote about my daughter's transition at age 26--the initial surprise, and the long, edifying period of adjustment, which has transformed us both (and which isn't over yet).
newyorker.com/magazine/2025/…