Because I had to go pay my electric bill, I made a detour after I paid my bill and went to the Indianapolis Museum of Art. I took this pic while i was waiting for the tour on Asian art…
I love tours so much more than just walking around. It gives you so much more texture and history behind the art.
Even the grounds are beautiful…
All you need is…
All in all a good, relaxing day.
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Well… the good news is I DIDN’T DIE! 
OK, I didn’t expect to, but it makes for good drama! 
I wasn’t really prepared for how I felt after the surgery. The difference between a colonoscopy and full on surgery was staggering. With conscious sedation (Demerol and VerSed) I came out of the procedure feeling stoned to the bone, but with all my wits. But with my gallbladder surgery, I woke up feeling like a sick, confused and wounded dog. The confusion didn’t clear right away, either. It was at least 30 minutes before I was aware enough to sit up and know where I was. I do not like that feeling at all and I can’t imagine how much that’s going to be intensified with my genital and breast augmentation surgery. The thought of being alone for my GRS, scares me even more now. Physically I was alone at the hospital, but the entire time I was there I either talked with my love, text her, or sent pics to her. A few days before the surgery I received a package from her. With my birthday coming up, I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was. I won’t list all the gifts, but you probably remember seeing me with my little cow…
and my socks…
and my blanket…
Every single gift that she gave me had some special meaning. It was a love package for sure. I was swimming in her comfort, concern, and love, even though she couldn’t be here for my surgery. I was glad that she could be there in spirit.
A week before the surgery, Nik’s aunt insisted that I come and stay with them for a few days. I was really touched by her offer. The surgery was done on an outpatient basis, so I needed to be picked up. I stayed a day at her house before going home. The lack of internets was driving me stir crazy, so I came home. I’m starting to get back into the groove of my life. I’m post op now about a week, and I feel pretty much back to normal.
Well, as normal as I get.
My So Called Life, photos | admin October 21, 2006 | Comments (1)
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
My 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”
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
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
friends, photos, ponderings | admin August 21, 2006 | Comments (0)
and see crap like this!!!!
He died for you on a cross, now he’s coming after you with a sword!!!
In other news…I have a new piercing…
No, I’m not jaundice..it was the light :p
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I had an awesome time in New York and Boston. This pic was taken with a very good friend of mine Ethan St. Pierre
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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.
childhood, My So Called Life, photos, sexuality, tranny moments | admin February 18, 2005 | Comments (2)
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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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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After sleeping most of Saturday, I didn’t feel much like primping to go out in femme. I will be glad when I don’t have to wear a bunch of makeup just to appear feminine. That is exactly the reason why losing weight and getting laser is top on my goals for the near future.
Anyhow, we went to the AlleyCat, my favorite straight bar.
I love taking pics!
Some bar ambiance……
Good times, good spirits, and good music! Yes, they were singing!
On Sunday and I went to the alley behind the AlleyCat. Most of the walls around the alleycat are filled with graffitti. We took many pics!
We then went to the Lilly House and took pics there….
We then went to the Graveyard across from the Lilly House. This isn’t just any graveyard, it’s Crown Hill Cemetery. President Benjamin Harrison, Colonel Eli Lilly, 11 Indiana Governors, 1 Kentucky Governor, 14 Indiana Mayors, 13 Civil War Generals, poet James Whitcomb Riley, author Booth Tarkington, automobile manufacturer Frederick Duesenberg, and the infamous bank robber John Dillinger are all buried at Crown Hill.
Party on Wayne!
Me knocking on death’s door.
I love this pic of Jennifer.
I love how my hair looks in this pic
Jennifer and I say… “ya……righhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhht!”
Just add this one because both Mae and I look possessed!
All in all, it was a great weekend!
friends, good times, photos | admin September 13, 2004 | Comments (0)
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