- 1972 Born in Berlin Schöneberg
- 1975 Adopted by the Löhner family
- 1979 - 1983 Wilhelmsdorf elementary school (BW)
- 1983 - 1989 Wilhelmsdorf grammar school (BW)
- 1989 Secondary school leaving certificate, 10th grade grammar school
- 1994 - 1996 IHK training as a retail saleswoman
- 1997 Military service with the radio operators in Rothenburg an der Wümme
- 1998 Start of the hobby web development and server administration
- 2011 - 2018 Takeover and further development of the Linuxcounter project
- 2015 - Sept. 2022 Head of IT and web development at the Academy for Sport and Health in Radolfzell on Lake Constance
- Oct. 2015 Coming out as a gender variant woman (transsexual)
- Nov. 2016 Change of first name and civil status, legally female
- January 2018 First gender reassignment surgery
- August 2018 Second gender reassignment surgery
- February 2019 Breast reconstruction surgery
- Since October 2022 Senior Fullstack Webdeveloper and Infrastructure Engineer at keeen GmbH
- 2019 State Chairwoman Baden-Württemberg of the Alliance for Human Rights, Animal Protection and Nature Conservation
- 2019 - 2020 Candidate for Lord Mayor of Constance
- Feb. 2020 Withdrawal from the candidacy
- 2020 Resignation from the state chairmanship of the Animal Welfare Alliance and
- 2020 Joined the party mut, with the courage to do more.
- Member of the federal board of the mut party since Oct. 2021
- 2024 or 2025 Founding of the Baden-Württemberg state association for the mut party
- 1992 - 1996 Rescue service and first aider at the DRK
- 2007 - 2019 Responsible for music and technology at Kulturverein Wilhelmsdorf e.V.
- 2015 Foundation of Trans* SHG Hegau - self-help group in Radolfzell
- 2015 - Today counsellor and self-help groups for people with gender development variants (transsexuality)
- 2019 Patient transport driver at the German Ambulance Service Singen
- Jan. 2020 Renaming and founding of the Trans* SHG Hegau to VDGE e.V. - Association of People with Variant Gender Development e.V.
- 2020 Expansion of VDGE e.V. into a nationwide organisation for self-help and peer counselling
- 2022 - Today Twice a year permanently scheduled lecturer for nursing training at two clinics in the Black Forest on the topic of "LGBT in nursing"
I was born in Berlin on July 14, 1972. At the time, someone dressed in white or green categorized me as "male", probably because of my external sexual characteristics.
My biological parents belonged to a very well-known old Prussian aristocratic family that had unfortunately become impoverished in the meantime. As my father was quite criminal, the youth welfare office took my two older brothers away from my parents. Because of his criminal activities, my father was sent to prison. When he got out, he forced my mother to have sex and when I was born, he forced her to give me up for adoption at the tender age of one month so that he could have his eldest son again.
I probably didn't fare quite as well in this adoption home as I was told. I was beaten a lot and left alone, I must have screamed for hours on end and probably didn't get to eat regularly. When I was about four years old, I was adopted by a wonderful teacher couple from Baden-Württemberg who loved me very much. They took me with them and eventually we ended up in Wilhelmsdorf near Ravensburg.
We all know this: a little 5 or 6-year-old boy pulls down his pants and fiddles with his willy. This is completely normal and a good thing, as it helps the little man get to know himself and his body.
In my case, I learned that there was something wrong with me, I just didn't know what at the time.
I was constantly categorized as a boy everywhere. Be it in school sports, when it was boys against girls and I wanted to stand with the girls, or in the playground when I would much rather play with the girls. I wasn't interested in the boys' topics and the girls didn't want me.
"You don't belong here", "You're a boy, we don't want you with us". I had to listen to these and similar sayings all the time and I didn't really understand it all at first.
It seemed to me that everything and everyone was against me and didn't understand me. I constantly had the feeling that I was doing something wrong and that I was wrong. Even as a very young child, this led to me becoming more and more cautious, more and more reserved, more and more introverted and losing all self-confidence.
Everyone was constantly telling me that I was a boy and should behave accordingly. Constantly, every minute, I was aware that I was somehow different and that my environment was trying to instill something wrong in me. I was aware and absolutely sure that I was a girl.
Everyone told me something different and this naturally caused me to doubt myself and worry deeply that I might be crazy.
Over time, of course, there was also the bullying and, above all, being alone. I withdrew more and more, built up a thick wall of self-protection around myself and was constantly made to feel wrong wherever I went. The girls didn't want me because I was a boy to them and the boys didn't want me because they saw me as "gay", "weird", "girly", "sissy" and "mummy's boy".
Nobody wanted to understand me - nobody could understand me. My God, not even I understood myself!
I didn't know what was wrong with me, I had no name for it, no label, I couldn't explain myself. All I knew was that something was wrong.
So the years went by and each one was damn long and full of hurdles. But it was to get much worse, only I didn't know that at the time.
I turned seven, eight, nine and I slowly began to get to know my own body. I had to learn that this tip between my legs must actually belong to a boy and I realized that everyone must be right. But this was in stark contrast to what I felt and what I knew deep down inside: I am a girl!
I was eleven, twelve, thirteen years old and my puberty began. Suddenly I got hair on my face, which I had never expected. I started to break my voice, my voice dropped and one of the things that shocked me the most was the fact that I didn't want to grow breasts.
I began to hate everything and everyone, but most of all I hated myself. Of course, this was also reflected in my school grades, which is why my parents were worried and sent me to various psychologists and psychiatrists. But I couldn't and didn't want to talk about my problem there, which is why they couldn't help me.
At the age of thirteen, I realized irrevocably that something must have gone very wrong with me and that I was now stuck in this false prison of a boy's body, even though I was clearly a girl.
When I was 14, I went on a school exchange to France for six months.
I stayed with a family near Paris in a small town with a large park. I sat in this park for hours, almost every day, listening to music.
I had been sitting on a park bench for a good hour and a half, listening to music and daydreaming, when suddenly this 30-year-old man came and sat next to me and started groping me... I could have stood up, fought back, run away. But I did nothing of the sort. After about half an hour, he got up and held out his hand to me... and I just went with him. There was no coercion involved and I was completely incapable of resisting.
He led me out of the park, across the street and into a house... This was followed by about two and a half hours of real sex with another man - my first sex ever.
Today I know that it was rape at the time, of course. But at the time I didn't think it was that bad. I was 14 and simply didn't know how I should have reacted. And despite my own problems with myself and my own closed-mindedness and introversion, I was still very open to sexual stimuli.
Nevertheless, this of course caused a lot more chaos in my psyche and I ended up fearing that I was just gay.
When I got back home, there was a scene where I sat on my bed with a box cutter and wanted to cut my penis off myself. Well, of course I didn't do it because I was afraid of all the blood and the mess and everything.
Somewhere inside me, I blamed my parents for all of this and of course my relationship with them didn't get any better. The fact that I was an adopted child and that my adoptive parents gave birth to two more children of their own after my adoption did the rest and I told myself that my parents didn't love me, couldn't love me. I became extremely stubborn, defiant and increasingly difficult.
Shortly afterwards, when I was about 15, I gave up... I resigned. I said to myself: "Alex, I guess that's the way it is, you're a guy, so live with it!".
I started to keep up this mask that everyone else saw in me. I didn't want to be bullied anymore. I didn't want to be fake anymore, no matter where I went. I wanted to belong. I wanted to be accepted.
So from then on, I did everything I could to pass as a whole guy. I trained my body, did bodybuilding, competitive sports, athletics and became 2nd German youth champion in the high jump. I started doing martial arts.
I started to suppress my own feelings, my own knowledge about myself and my gender, my own self. I repressed everything and the wall around me only got thicker as a result.
I left home for the first time at 16 and went to Ravensburg, where I joined the local punks. There was also a story at the time where I bounced the bill in the Vienna Woods in Ravensburg and was picked up by the police. My father then picked me up from the police.
When I was 18, I left home again for good because I just couldn't take it anymore and wanted to live my life. That's when I came to Ulm, where I crashed terribly. I became a drug addict, took everything I could get my hands on, i.e. cocaine, crack, speed, ecstasy, LSD, etc... and I prostituted myself for about five years, was a hustler, let people do anything to me as long as I got money for it.
Then, at 23, I fought my way out of this quagmire myself. I went cold turkey with the help of prostitute friends, found a place to live, started and completed an apprenticeship.
During this apprenticeship as a retail salesman, I was then brutally raped by three men at the same time twice within six months.
That almost killed me, because of course I had made numerous suicide attempts at the time - and even before that. Nevertheless, I successfully completed my apprenticeship after even skipping the second year.
All these events and experiences happened in the role of a man. Yes, a very feminine, perhaps even gay-looking man, but a man. I was so caught up in this role of the guy that for many, many years I suppressed my real "problem".
I played the role of a man because I didn't want to deal with all the bullying, the brultality towards me, the beatings, all the falseness and wrong thoughts, and I wanted to get rid of it. I didn't want to be exposed as a psychopath or anything like that. That's why I kept this costume, this disguise, this mask of a man and played his role.
It wasn't until 2007 that my eyes were opened and I finally found out what was really going on with me. And I found out that there was a solution!
I literally devoured all the articles and information on transsexuality and I read every life story, every story of other transsexual people. And - I found myself in every story.
It then took another 8 years, until 2015, until I finally had all the courage I needed to take this big step and let my body conform to what I had already known since elementary school.
In the meantime, I've got everything sorted, I'm legally female, I've had my name changed from Alexander Löhner to Christin Löhner, I've been undergoing hormone replacement therapy since June 2016, I had my gender reassignment surgery (GaOP) on 22.01.2018 and the corresponding cosmetic correction surgery on 29.08.2018 in Munich-Bogenhausen with Dr. Markovsky. On 08.02.2019 I also had my breast reconstruction surgery in Munich-Erding with Dr. Taskov. Speech therapy is also in progress, beard depilation is still planned but not yet scheduled. I don't consider this to be so important for me personally either.
I have now fully arrived in my female body and am very, very happy about it and my journey.
I see myself as an activist. I am a woman with a transsexual past and as such I know the obstacles, hurdles and difficulties that such a person has to overcome on their journey. I used to be bullied a lot at school and attempted suicide countless times in my despair. The legal situation for transsexual people in Germany is catastrophic and contrary to human rights. For all these reasons, I am fighting for the rights of people from the entire LGBTTIQ* spectrum, but of course especially for those of transgender people.
I founded the self-help initiative VDGE e.V. in September 2016, which I have been running very successfully ever since (currently around 58 members). VDGE e.V. now provides peer counseling and self-help for transsexual and intersex people throughout the German-speaking world.
I hold seminars, workshops and lectures on sexual and gender diversity, acceptance, tolerance, bullying or homophobia and transphobia at universities, schools and social institutions and thus carry out prevention work and education. I advise and accompany around 150 transsexual people throughout Germany on their journey and support them with help and advice on legal issues, or with tips and answers on hormones, operations, doctors, as well as fashion and style advice.
I am now even an integral part of the nursing training curriculum at the Schwarzwald Baar Klinikum in Villingen, where I have two double lessons once every six months to teach the nursing trainees about LGBT, queer, diversity, transsexuality and intersexuality and to sensitize them to these topics and show them how to deal with such people in nursing.
I am also very active and appear as often as possible in all media in order to fight and stand up for the interests of transsexual people. There are already several TV documentaries about me and my life on Sat.1, VOX and other TV channels, countless newspaper reports and much more. I have also appeared as a talk show guest on Sat.1's "Britt - Der Talk" and on ORF's "Barbara Karlich Show".
In 2018, my wife Michelle and I got married in Stockach and we were the first same-sex and transgender couple in Baden-Württemberg. This was again covered by all the media and was reported on television.
I wrote my own autobiography some time ago, which of course tells much, much more and goes into much more detail. It is well worth reading.