Marti Abernathey

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.

It’s funny, before I had Lola or Chaz, I had tolerated my pets (I think because they were usually chosen by someone else in my life), but always half joked that if a pet ever cost me more than it did to purchase them, I’d have them put down. Well, that theory is out the window….. Both my pets bring my great joy, and they’re both cuddlers and I love them!

Looking at my blog, I just realized that Lola has been with me two years, this Monday!
I never can seem to find a pic that really captures my cat. Well, that is, until today. I found these two on my server while doing some cleanup.

and

My little noodle cat….

<3

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.

Posted straight from my phone with Nakama. Click to see more.

Pippi, you ain’t got nothin on me!

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.

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.

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

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

Nik, just kills me how closeted he is… .

Then of course we took more pics… you can see all of them here.

All in all… a very beautiful day.

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

This was one:

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

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.