Nothing has ever entrenched me in my own beliefs than when I finally realized I was transgender and did something about it. Nothing prepared me for the endurance I needed to show the world my face, my mind and my soul. I am human, and nothing beyond that truly matters! When I am gone, will my legacy and the two sons I fathered really care that I was transgender?
I couldn’t begin to fathom that revelation. Nothing prepared me for the loss of dear close friends, people I confided in when it mattered the most and the eventual loss of life that we all must endure when lost are the loved ones, called Home to Greener Pastures.
Nothing prepared me for the move to Mississippi from Florida. Such a different and hateful place; moreso that I’m transgender; not to mention I’m lesbian too. I have no friends locally; I have family locally, but many of them are distant or refuse to see me for the wonderful and lovely person I am.
I have become so much more than the sum of my parts, including my ‘danglies’ that will be dealt with soon enough. I feel I am just trapped in a body that’s not even mine– I guess I’m renting it– until such time as I can make the renovations to make it truly my own. This is the limbo, the Purgatory, I’m living in: Not feminine enough for the trans-community’s most vocal pundits, and not lesbian enough or woman enough for cis-gendered lesbians and their unforgiving ilk. Nothing hurts me more than to tell me “[you’re] not worthy!”
Dammit, I’m more woman than you’ll ever know, care to know, or experience! Shove off… Or as some of my British friends would say: “Bugger off, Wanker!” I’m fed up with this stereotyping and complacency in the groups and chats and pages of Lesbians and other Transgender groups on Facebook and other social media sites! I created Trans Out World Magazine (http://transoutworld.tk) for all of is who have felt the harassment of “tranny”-chasers, trolling Christian hate-mongers, and other such unsavory miscreants. Nary a day goes by when I’m accosted by scam artists from Nigeria, people who claim to be Americans willing to help me and yet demand money from me when I’m still trying to collect on my royalties, and others who just want me to ‘take it off’ and ‘show me’. I’m not that kind of gal, and refuse to have long-distance masturbation sessions– HELL NO!– and that’s all sexting and chat-sex are; nothing more!
I am a woman of high morals. I am a woman of decent standards. I am a woman that loves the rich life, but understands I don’t have the budget for that. My credit is poor. I owe for student loans and I’m unemployed because I am unable to get out to find work; the internet is a lovely proposition, but there’s no one really hiring for anything that would allow for me to stay home and work and do my job– retail sales are taken care of by automated systems, tossed off to real people in warehouses and logistics locations, then shipped off to you– what part of this allows me to intercede or intercept anything in this situation from home? Nothing, again. My computer expertise is relegated to specific systems and application, of which I’d love to tutor, but alas no one trusts the ‘outsider’.
I have been writing for a long time. Since before I realized I knew what the word “imagination” meant. I was a smart kid, read far above the grade level (I was reading second year college in fifth grade), and I loved to play house, and dress up and tea party, and my dad wanted nothing to do with that. He literally tried to beat it out of me at age 5!
I still love dinner parties and entertaining. I love to cook and bake and make things happen in the kitchen; this time spent with my sister Cindy has proved challenging, but also enlightening and because I can assimilate a lot of things in any environment, I can work things out in my head for substitutions for people with food allergies, or the dislike of certain foods. it’s works for many people, and it works for me: I’m allergic to cinnamon and coconut, two healthy agents that help to curb hunger and lose weight naturally. (Sucks to be me… LOL)
I am not usually this eloquent when I speak, but that’s all going to chance, and very soon! I am working on several projects, the least of which if the aforementioned online magazine. I want the very best for my Trans* Family! The very best! I am working on a trans-friendly homeless shelter, specializing in education, counseling for allies and trans, a safe environment from bullying and negative impacts, a location for those in transition to transition into proper residential situations, blood testing with an endocrinologist on site (hormones levels, HIV/AIDS, medical conditions), and a RNP on-site for routine visits and prescriptions. I would also provide meals to homeless people, whether trans or not, and have a separate location, on-site- with a chaperone, for out trans-youth who have been put out of their homes due to unaccepting parents or guardians.
I am also proposing the creation of a charity organization called “Sisters’ Hearts Gateway” that will be available to provide, at little or no cost, resources for all of our Trans Family worldwide! I want this charity to help provide employment, housing and educational assistance in the US, with branches in every country in the world. I want to do this by the end of 2015. This is no small task!
I want to make my magazine a printed publication for the Trans Community to make things happen and to give them a reason to no longer be afraid of coming OUT; let us help make that a reality for the many who are still closeted. I also have three businesses that I can’t run on my own: one is an indie game development studio, one is a graphic design studio, and one is a game guide and book publishing entity. None of these are real without me. None of these are here without me. I am willing to go the extra mile to be the largest trans-employed entity in the world and it all starts with you: family, friends and allies!
I need to get to Los Angeles and to document this all the way. I am so nervous with anticipation that I can’t contain myself! I want to get underway very quickly and be there before Christmas (or New Year’s Day) if possible.
I am a woman of vision and a woman of dreams! I am a visionary and someone who truly cares about equality and human rights. Please help me to achieve my goals, and through this effort, we can be proud to be called Transgender! Please help me to make this happen!