Easy Like Sunday Morning… or Afternoon

Nik and I got up late in the afternoon and decided to go to the Canal. We decided to take Chaz (or “JackAss Billy Goat” as I like to call him) with us on our little escapade. It was pretty hot out, so we took Chaz (JABG) his own water supply.

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I’ve never seen this dog get tired…he’s usually a bundle of energy. But after about a mile, he sat in the shade and wouldn’t walk anymore. So we carried him, then sat down and took some pics.

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Then it was off to do what Chaz is good at… namely peeing on things.

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Now, Nik and I just acted inconspicious. We’re so vanilla.

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Nik, just kills me how closeted he is… .

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Then of course we took more pics… you can see all of them here.
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All in all… a very beautiful day.

The Little Things

For a transperson (or at least THIS transperson) it’s the little things that make me smile, and give me pause.

This was one:

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To most it’s no big deal. But for me, it always brings a smile to my face. Then again, I’m easy.

At Times, Being Queer Is A Blessing… My Chosen Family

Three people in my life, are family to me… but they’re not! Confused? Most of the readers of this blog aren’t, because they know the isolation and the rejection that most GLBT people feel at some point in their queer experience. If you don’t have accepting people in your life, you find and connect with others that do accept and love you. With that explanation I’d like to introduce you to my chosen family.

Ethan St. Pierre

EthanMy chosen brother, Ethan has been through just about every trial I’ve gone through. He truly is the best friend I’ve ever had. He is my rock, my fellow activist, and the person who I trust more than anyone else in the world. He’s proven his love for me in action, and words. I’m grateful that he’s a part of my family.

Jennifer Perdue aka “Peg Leg Hooker”

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This bitch has met Ron Jeremy in his hotel room, trolloped with me through graveyards and abandoned insane asylums, and had midnight discussions at the IHOP at 16th and Meridian. She’s someone that’s always stood by me no matter what. We’ve gone through so much crap together, she’s seen sides of me that no one else has (or probably wants to). I could never stop being friends with Jennifer, she knows where I buried the bodies!!!!!

Aida

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Aida’s my spiritual twin. We connect in a way that I’ve never connected with another human. Many times we go through quite similar phases or feelings, without knowing it! She’s actually the genesis of this post. She made a comment about me feeling like a sister. That feeling is 100 percent mutual. I don’t know what connects us, but I trust in it 100 percent.

Through the years, I’ve had quite a few people come and go in my life. These three people have been there solidly for me. Ethan, Jennifer, and Aida, I love you. You ARE my family. I’m blessed to have you in my life.

P.S. In a bit of synchronicity, I had my mp3 player on random and a song that came on fit my feelings perfectly.

Weezer - My Best Friend

When everything is wrong I’ll come talk to you
You make things alright when I’m feeling blue

You are such a blessing and I wont be messing
With the one thing that brings light to all of my darkness

You’re my best friend
and I love you, and I love you
Yes I do

There is no other one who can take your place
I feel happy inside when I see your face
I hope you believe me
Cause I speak sincerely
and I mean it when I tell you that I need you

You’re my best friend
and I love you, and I love you
Yes I do

I’m here right beside you
I will never leave you
and I feel the pain you feel when you start crying

You’re my best friend
and I love you, and I love you
Yes I do

You’re my best friend
and I love you, and I love you
Yes I do
Yes I do…
Yes I do

I Feel Shame… Yes I had A Mullet!

Me circa 1990

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Homophobia Isn’t Anything New…

O my friends, can there be an extravagance to equal that of imagining that a man must be a monster deserving to lose his life because he has preferred enjoyment of the asshole to that of the cunt, because a young man with whom he finds two pleasures, those of being at once lover and mistress, has appeared to him preferable to a young girl, who promises him but half as much! He shall be a villain, a monster, for having wished to play the role of a sex not his own! Indeed! Why then has Nature created him susceptible of this pleasure?
Marquis de Sade (1740–1814)

WHY

Many have asked why…

Why are you a transsexual? Why don’t you just be happy with what you have? Why are you doing this?

Ever since I can remember, I’ve asked myself questions…

Why do I feel different from other boys? Why do I envy my sister so? Why do I feel so isolated and alone. Why do I feel so emotionally disjointed? Why do I find so little in common with boys? Why have I been cursed?

Entering my teens, I still asked many questions…

Why am I attracted to women? Why do I pierce my ears? Why do I feel nervous when Lori Young puts makeup on my face? Why do I have more female friends than girlfriends? Why do I still feel so little in common with men? Why do I enjoy writing of love? Why do I have a heart this big? Why do I find pleasure in crossdressing? Why can’t I stop doing it? Why do I bury my feelings? Why am I always a bridesmaid, but never a bride? Why do I medicate my pain away?

As my teen years drift into the twilight and my twenties hit their stride, I can hardly keep up with the questions…

Why do I feel like I need someone to love me before I can love myself? Why do I still love my abusive ex? Why do I live still drink my pain away? Why do I feel so much anger? Why do I feel like I am fighting to keep up a charade? Why are people attracted to me? Why do I still live in fear of the person inside of me? Why do I close as many doors as I open? Why do I fear both living and dying?

When I transitioned to womanhood the questions seemed to build up into a tidal wave …

Why do I feel centered? Why do I feel like I’ve just completed a jigsaw puzzle? Why do I feel great joy, even when I am sad or lonely? Why do I not care what the genesis of my gender identity disorder is? Why am I thankful for it? Why do I feel like this is a new day? Why do I feel whole? Why is estrogen my Prozac? Why are people threatened by openly transgender people?

After being bombarded with these questions my entire life, I’ve only found one answer…

I found me.