Category: My So Called Life

Life is Grand

Life is Grand

I wrote this to a person that I’d known vaguely in high school. She was on a list of alumni for our class… I contacted her through the SHS website. :) She gave me a brief rundown of her life, so I decided to give hear a brief rundown…

LOL… I doubt you’d believe me if I told ya, but I’m going to anyway ;)

Let’s see….

I have two kids by blood, one step-son. Nik is 15, Danielle is 9, and my stepson Tyler, is 16. I’m a cat scan technologist at St. Francis Hospital in Beech Grove. I live downtown currently (Mass Ave and Alabama St) but I’m moving south because I want my son (who’s moving in with me) to go to SHS. Pretty normal stuff aye?…. well now for the freaky stuff….

I’m a blogger

http://www.transadvocate.com

http://www.digitaldogmeat.com

and my personal blog

http://www.martiabernathey.com

I’m a pre-operative transsexual. God, if my ex-girlfriends could see me now. ;) I’ve been on hormones for 3 years (it will be 4 in September) and am looking at going to Thailand in the Summer of 2006 for the first part of my surgery.

I’m a writer. I’m currently writing a book about my life. I’ve had my work published in various GLBT websites and newspapers.

I’m a GLBT rights activist. I helped organize the largest GLBT protest in the state’s history (over 1000 people participated. The event was held on the east steps of the statehouse). I am the past president of “Rock Indiana Campaign for Equality.” I was part of the gathering of community leaders that met with Mitch Daniels (at the time he was the Republican candidate for governor. He won… btw). Currently we are working on getting Prop 68 passed in the Indianapolis City-County Council.This proposal would add sexual orientation and gender identity to Indianapolis’ Human Rights Ordinance. It is an ordinance that prohibits discrimination in housing or employment.

A few days ago I was looking at classmates.com, envious of the “perfect lives” many of the posters seem to have, while mine is very unconventional. But as I look back tonight, this review of my life has given me fresh perspective. I’m doing good things (in my job I am providing compassionate care. In my activism I’m working towards equal civil rights for all), I make decent money, and I’ve got 3 wonderful children. As I get older things just seem to get better and better. So, I’m not normal… I’m pretty happy.

Not bad for someone that was 4 year stoner (in high school) and had no ambition and a shitty family life. ;) Not too bad at all….

Damn, I’m pretty nifty! :)

Robin Hood

Robin Hood

As I was getting ready for work, I sat at my PC and talked with on of my favorite LJ’ers, angiewarhol, about “The Justice League” and it somehow fired of a synapse that triggered a memory about my childhood.

I get very few crystal clear glimpses of my past and my transsexuality. Usually, it is just a warm memory that is fuzzy at best. For some reason, tonight I remembered a theatrical presentation of Robin Hood  that my 3rd grade class (not sure exactly sure of the grade)  was presenting. As one of the merry men of Robin’s troup, I had to wear tights. This made me extremely uncomfortable! How wierd, to feel that same uncomfortableness, all these years later!  I can still taste the anxiety and dread….. I was worried that someone might figure out my hidden desire. How wearing those tights made me feel things that I would rather not feel. Looking back, when I wore the tights I felt pretty, feminine, and soft. Those were feelings a young boy in a family of homophobes and bigots shouldnt feel. To bad that little boy/girl wasnt allowed to express who she was….

Its taken her 35 years, and shes is still trying to crawl out from under than shame. The difference is, she has loving, supportive people around her now. :)

The Loss of Innocence

The Loss of Innocence

Coming back from Kentucky, Lisa gave me a GLSO Newspaper to read on the way back. Its a queer organization in Kentucky. Anywho, an article in it hit me like a ton of bricks, and I wanted to share it….

The Loss of Innocence
aftermath of the affair
by Kelly O’ferrell   

“This is not the face of an ingenue; this is an old soul in a new body- wary, wise to her own long past, on to the wiles of the world, and having miles to go before she sleeps.”-Sarah Ban Breathnach

I stood one day and listened as a co-worker told me about her new girlfriend. They’ve been friends for three years, were mutually attracted to one another, but never single at the same time. Now, finally, they are both single and have started dating-and everything that comes along with dating!!

“I think I’ve finally found the one I’m going to spend the rest of my life with.” she said. Suddenly, I felt my body rip down the middle. “The one forever,” is what I heard her say. Those words were vibrating in the room.

I wanted to run from the room. But first, I wanted to grab her and scream “THERE IS NO FOREVER!!” Stop looking forward to forever with this woman. Wake up now before you get hurt.!” She was pouring salt in a wound that had almost healed up. I had almost forgotten that forever isn’t real. About two years ago I heard the words, “I’ve had an affair.” I wasn’t expecting to hear those words – not from her. I had always heard, “You couldn’t sandblast me out of this relationship and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” I didn’t live my life wondering if, when, who, where.

All my co-worker heard from me was, “That’s really nice.” All she saw was me smiling as she continued telling me about her new love. I had to ask her: “Have you ever been in a relationship where someone had an affair?” I wanted to know to what extent her history has shaped her belief in forever. I just wanted to know that if the answer was yes AND she still believed in forever, then maybe she could tell me how I could believe in forever again too. “No,” she said, “but there was one girlfriend who I still believe had an affair but she denies it to this day.”

“Just for today, Kelly” someone `reminded me. “Just for today you can believe her.” She was telling me that I could believe in my new girlfriend. “There was no guarantee of forever in your last relationship even when you believed there was.” Even in my innocence, the truth was there. I asked my friend Betsy, if she believes she’s with Anna “forever”. I know she loves Anna very much. And she knows the truth too. “The possibilities are endless,” she said. “And I know that I want to do whatever I have to do to stay with Anna.” Anna just looked at me, laughed and said, “You’re making my stomach hurt!” I wonder if I will ever feel – what? Like I did before? No, I will not feel like that again. There’s something about ‘going back’ thats unsettling. So I guess I will feel something new. But why does that thought leave me feeling a little sad?

I talked to my friend, Jaime, about this concept of going back. “Back to what,” I asked him. “Back to innocence?” No. We couldn’t find the word. “Here’s another word for innocence,” he said, “unconscious. And here’s another one – ingenue. It means a naive girl or young woman.”

Interesting. As a child, an ingenue, I was unconscious because of my limited experiences. I thought that my pets would live forever, that my family and friends would always be there. I had no experience of death and in my case, no family members divorcing.

And then, as I grew older, I began to have experiences – my pets died, my grandparents died. When I was in college, a friend who was 18 years old was killed going home from work when he fell asleep at the wheel. When I was 24, I went through a divorce with a man I didnt really plan on spending my life with. Someone I did plan on spending the rest of my life with left and I didnt see it coming. And then there was the sickening feeling of hearing, “and I’ve had an affair.” I’ve since watched friends and family battle cancer and heart attacks and survive. And, as I continued to grow older, I watched my friends parents die. And as sad and scary as all of that is, it increases my consciousness to be mindful that the people, pets, and things in my life are as temporary as my last breath.

No. Im not interested in going back – back to being unconscious. I know that pain and joy are equal ingredients that have made my life , the paths I have taken, a more conscious, wonderful journey. If the chances of a relationship staying are there too. the possibilities really are endless.

Just for today I am dating a woman that I like very much. Just for today, I love my life with my friends and my dog Lucy. I do not know what my life will be like tomorrow. The loss of innocence is a process of growing older, an increase in awareness comes whether I’m ready or not.

Two years ago, I did not know when I woke up that morning, that my life would be so painfully, radically different before I went to sleep that night. I did not know that what happened in that one day – when I was told about what had happened- would change how I felt forever.

Ah, there it is again – forever. Apparently, sometimes, in my innocence I still believe in forever. But, not this time. No. I will not give her affair that much power. That’s my part – how how I choose to let it shape my future relationships. So, just for today, especially with my girlfriend Holly, I will believe….

Nervous….

Nervous….

Well, I went in the Indiana Statehouse for the first time in my life. And who stepped through those doors? Marti. It’s wierd to be in a space as a female that I have never been in as a male.

I was nervous as hell at first because it was a press conference and I have mild social anxiety anyhow. As soon as we got into the room where the press conference was to be held and that all washed away. Chris Douglas, a local gay Republican, got up and really pegged a knot in the Indiana Senate’s ass. I’ve never seen him so hot under the collar. It was a great performance to the media.

I came home and slept… then coded the website some….then slept…zzzzzzzzzz and my alarm doesn’t go off….zzzzzzz wake up and what time is it? 9:05pm. FUCK my bus comes in …15 minutes!!! So I hall balls ..change clothes and run out the door. I had to run to make the bus, if that tells you how close I was to missing the bus. Sooooooooooooo, I made it to the bus…and got to work OK.

*SMELL ALERT* while I took a shower this AM, I feel icky. Damn running for the bus! Damn warm coat!

Thanksgiving Part II

Thanksgiving Part II

Well, this Thanksgiving was a joy. I spent it all with my best friend in the entire world, Jennifer. She came over and picked me up and we took these pics before we even drove away…

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Giving Thanks

Giving Thanks

Today is a special day for me. It is not only Thanksgiving but the two year anniversary of this journal. I started journaling/blogging on November 28th, 2002. You can read that entry here. I had just moved to Washington D.C. and I was feeling hella lonely. That day was horrid. I pretty much surfed the internet and stayed in my apartment. I cried most of the day but I tried to find some solace in my own words, hence the journal. So much has changed in my life since then. I have so much to be thankful for this day, and every day. I have a stable job, an apartment that is my little space, and a kitty I adore. I have found a relationship with () Jennifer that isn’t a romantic one but it is one of the easiest, closest, and deepest friendships I’ve ever had. I’ve found a home in the GLBT community here in Indianapolis. I have a well paying job and am able to support myself. My children have shown so much love to me. Actually living and passing 24/7 is becoming more and more of a reality every day. I’ve paid off my student loan and in over a year I’ve lowered my debt from 24k to 6k. And the bonds I’ve forged with others in my life I will cherish always. Once I get a car I’m gonna come see many of you lovable fuckers! :) The LJ cross country tour! ;)

From the day I lost my relationship with Deborah till March 2003 I just existed. Today, I not only exist but I live. I am glad to be alive and cherish each day. Thankful indeed!

I love all of you! <3

um…WOW.

um…WOW.

I was taken for a woman at work….and twice this morning…and I’m in total work gear…totally andro. Could it be the purse? The hair? The breasts? I don’t give a shit…whateva it is I hope it keeps happening. When I started this journey I didn’t have much hope of ever passing…so this is a very nice suprise. :)

Misc Pics From My Life

Misc Pics From My Life

While my computer was down I took lots of pics and I thought I would share em with ya
From the Bus


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Lola….laaa laaa looola

Lola….laaa laaa looola


I went to the Southside Animal Shelter and immediately fell in love with this pretty little thing.. ;)
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On The Bus You Can Just Call Me Pat

On The Bus You Can Just Call Me Pat

All those years of watching SNL just paid off.

When I go to work I can’t go in full femme mode so I just go extremely andro. Since I go through some pretty rough neighborhoods I just let everyone think what they will.

A couple of days ago I lost my battery charger, or so I’d thought. Today on the bus a fellow regular said “She turned it in, although she referred to you as a woman.” Following “Pat’s” lead I simply said “I get that a lot.”

Thanks Pat, you saved my ass!

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