There I was tonight, watching the Oprah Winfrey Network to see the documentary about Chaz Bono. I can't imagine the courage it must have taken to go through the transitioning process so far, and I have nothing but admiration for someone who can live it, and document it.
I wondered when I heard the buzz about the documentary whether or not it would be the TV equivalent of a vanity press book, but either I'm an entire Pollyanna, or Chaz is indeed a brave person with an eye to raising awareness about transgendered people. He and his partner, his friends and his family seemed honest, sometimes painfully or achingly so, and sometimes burdened, which is surely to be expected, but what shone for me was his happiness, and his comfort with himself.
I have a pantheon of heroes, some more tarnished than others, as I have lived a long time. Chaz is among them.
But then, so is Cher.