I Feel Unimportant Today

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!

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Two Sides of the Same Coin

If there’s something that most people believe in, in this day and age, is God. But why are there so many different ways to believe? I believe what The Bible’s scriptures advise me. Nowhere in The Bible does it say that we, as a community, are to be feared, loathed and hated with such fierceness, that it makes me want to stop being a Christian! My version of choice: the King James Version (KJV).

We are all God’s Children! Created equally. Breathed life into equally. Given intelligence, imagination and insight equally! So where do you so-called “Good Christians” get off telling the world “God hates Gays!”?

I believe that if more Bible-thumpers and Anti-Gay Christians would actually read the KJV of the Bible and comprehend those scriptures, they would not be bashing us with they’re hateful rhetoric. And why is it always GAY and not LESBIAN?

I found a video, posted to my Facebook wall, that is very poignant. Here’s the link. “The Truth about Homosexuality” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eUnAFWvXKLE

I am a transgender MtF and have been hiding as a man for many many years. I am also Lesbian. I know this to be true. I am one of many who struggle with my existence everyday, as I cannot find work locally. I don’t really know who

As human beings, upon Planet Earth, we are all a part of a Global Community. These rights should be *granted* to all of mankind, including all women everywhere, to allow free expression, the allowance for marriage, and to be treated as equals no matter where we go.

I do not condone this kind of behavior when I go to church. I don’t feel comfortable when people look upon me with judgement and disgust when I dress appropriately for me, and attend church when I go. For me, this is unacceptable and unhealthy, to be judged without my saying a word, but only by how I dress.

We are at the crossroads of equality, as Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was when he had spoken his “I have a Dream” speech. We are truly being persecuted for who we are and what we believe in. Why can we not have equal rights? Why are we looked upon with disgust, disdain and hatred?

There is no Homosexuality Bug! We are not stricken with Cooties! HIV and AIDS are in the world, but not because of Homosexuals, but because of animals and scientists. It has come to us through the mishandling of bodily fluids from infected animals, and not through gay sex. Laws and policies were instituted to help protect people from mishandling bodily fluids, and those are still in effect, moreso now then ever.

The idea is that we’re all good people, Christian or not. Two sides of the same coin; heads and tails. There should be tolerance and acceptance of our differences, not fear- and hate-mongering. This kind of behavior should be stopped. It’s a form of bullying, and bullying, in all of it’s forms, must be stopped. We live in, what I call, Special Times! By believing in what we believe, and knowing what we know, we should all come to the conclusion that we are all a part of something wonderful.

Fear is what these people are trying to pander with their propaganda. Stand up against it. Become and ally to someone you know who is different, regardless of illness, religion or sexual preference/identity, and help her to achieve all she can be!

The question that sticks with me, even now: “Can’t we all just get along?”

What the Hell is Wrong with Family?!

I was in the hospital for 4 days suffering from pneumonia and an extreme pain in my lower abdomen, testicles and scrotum.  Apparently that was attributed to an overdose of antihistamines and a flash of diabetic neuropathy.  I may now be allergic to antihistamines and I’m not liking that assessment…  I did manage to feel better and get through the toughest part of the pneumonia, antibiotics working to help me kick the infection.  I was given a prescription and sent on my way…  I didn’t want to leave; there were a couple nurses and orderlies (they’re not called that anymore O.o) that I wanted to ask out, but I only got to ask one and she turned me down. (sad face)

Needless to say I had a treat when my niece and sister I hadn’t seen in nearly 24 years shows up at the hospital and wants to see me get better (T).  My other two sisters were there (C and B), and we hadn’t been together since our mother was alive.  This was a treat…

A family friend of B’s had a heart attack and was admitted to the same hospital and she went to see him.  C and my niece (J) went for a cigarette and to check on the puppies in the car J and T had driven in from Georgia.  Mike was with T and she pulled him aside, out in the hallway after meeting me for about 10 minutes, and asked him, without my permission, if I could stay with him to help him with his twins and look after him.  How rude!  I didn’t know this man and she’s forcing him on me like some kind of deranged pimp or something.  I told Mike that I appreciated the offer and that I would have to think about it.  He agreed.

When C came up, she brought me some clean clothes.  She told me that I had undies in those clothes; I didn’t look well enough to find them and thought she didn’t.  I told her I didn’t find them.  (This was just before she and J left for a smoke.)  T and Mike left to smoke and J came back up; C had to make a couple of phone calls and stayed downstairs.  When J, T and Mike came back, I was served my lunch.  It looked just awful, and it nearly smelled the same way.  T offered to go get some lunch for the 4 of us and I wrote my order down for Subway.   I also wrote down J’s order and Mike and T left for lunch retrieval.

I told J that I did not have clean undies and she called her mom, T, and tells her about it.  She goes to Walmart and searches for some, HJMS and while T’s searching she’s still talking to J on the phone (size, colors, and other such things).  Sometimes T can’t find certain things when they’re right before her eyes; typical T.  She asks about FoTL, asks the size again and picks up a three pack.  Little did I know B was coming back to the room.  She was peckish and wanted some lunch too.  J called T to stop by McDonald’s to pick up a Big Mac and a Dr Pepper.  She agrees.

J and I talked about her mom with B offering her bits about T’s overbearing nature.  I told T several times in phone conversations that “… [she] needs a good woman in her life.”  She kept thinking I was talking about her turning lesbian and following that path.  I was talking about her finding a good woman for a friend and someone to confide in, other than her daughter J who she considers more of a friend than her own daughter.  I also tried to explain to J that T’s been trying to usurp her control over J’s household at home, and J informs me that when T tries, J leaves the house to cool off, and to let T realize what she’s did to run J off.  (We’ve had several conversations about T and it always ends up with J leaving the house and T staying there.)

T’s plan is for Mike and his twins to move to Georgia, to be with her, in J’s house.  J has a lot of room, but is not ready to have children in her home, much less a stranger’s.  We have had conversations about other things, and this one stuck in J’s craw.  Her hubby, Anton, is in Iraq, trying to help rebuild some infrastructure that was lost over the war.  Anton known of T’s tirades and bullying.  Too bad Anton can’t reach out to J and find out about the conditions of the household.

As I was getting ready to check out of the Health Hotel, I asked one of the orderlies (Natalie) if she was seeing anyone.  She told me she was.  I gave her my number.  She accepted it.  I was so happy.  C helped me out with B’s netbook and my other belongings.  (I borrowed it on my trip to C’s to stay for a while while we tried to get me into the TVRHA in Tupelo.)  I had a feeling they were going to keep me for a few days; too bad I didn’t have the forethought to grab clothing too.

C and I got to Walmart and I turned in my prescription.  We had a little shopping to do and we covered most of the store.  I was in a powered cart because it still hurt to walk (lower abdomen, etc.), and she had a regular shopping cart.  We parted for a little bit while I went back to the pharmacy to see if my prescription was filled.  C went into the next aisle to field a call from T.  C told me that I had talked to P&M about staying at their place; we were just talking, nothing set in stone yet.  C also told her about her calling a few days previous; T told her that she had just checked her phone and it was in her purse.

Misconstrued information and about two hours later, I’m talking to P on Skype and we’re having a great conversation.  A good back and forth about the possibilities of my staying with her and M and her 8 kids.  I thought that would be wonderful.  So did she.  T calls and asks to speak to me, she thought that C told her I was moving into P&M’s home and that C had dropped me off there.  T was on speakerphone and I was on Skype with P.  P told T twice about my being on Skype and not at her home; T didn’t want to hear it!  She started yelling at P about lying that I was there.  P hung up on her.

P and I started back again.  I left my mic near my cell, on speakerphone, so P could hear my conversation with T.  She told me about some crap that C had lied to her about my being over at P&M’s; T also said she talked to Mike.  Mike had called P and it had nothing to do with T and her crap with me and C, in the interim.  I told T that it was ultimately my decision and that P and I were still talking about it.

T started yelling at me again.  In the hospital, when she yelled, I lost my respect for her.  What the Hell?!  This time I wasn’t taking it.  I called J back on the home phone to just talk to her, and the conversation started pretty normal.  I kept the mic situation the same way as before.  I never knew T was so paranoid that she had picked up the extension and listened in on our conversation.  I told J that her mother was a bully.  That’s when all Hell broke loose!  T started yelling and told me I was an idiot for thinking that.  That’s when I hung up.  P thought I fainted away and asked if I was okay.  I said I wasy.

Talking to P, I told her that T needs to seek professional help.  Our conversation went back to something else, I don’t really remember what it was about.  Tina calls back and apologizes about her tirade, crying crocodile tears, and trying to get me to accept her apology and to forgive her negativity.  All I replied was “Uh huh.” for all of her questions.  I was typing to P and she was listening.  As soon as the conversation began to turn, T immediately stopped her faux sadness and began to get fixated on some stuff about C and about B, and I told her they had nothing to do with my decision and where I’m going to stay.  Then T starts to accuse me of withholding information from her.  Yes, I didn’t want her to know I was staying in Tupelo with B.  Yes, I didn’t tell her I moved from Florida to Mississippi.  She never told me that she moved from Mississippi to Georgia for almost 4 months.  I found out looking at her Skype profile!  I asked her about looking at my Skype profile.  Her response:  “I never looked at it.  I don’t have to.”  Then more about how she’s been trying to get this done, get that done, and wanting Mike and I to travel to Georgia and visit over the summer.

I told her that I wouldn’t right now because I’m not comfortable with the way she forced me on him at the hospital the day before.  She started yelling at me again.  I hung up.

P and I parted ways on Skype and I went to bed.  P was amazed that T would not let stuff go…  She did live with T for a few months, too.  She and M knew!

Here’s something that I wrote today to J on Facebook about how I have perceived T, her mom, and that I’m no longer considering anything she says nor am I allowing her to interfere with my life and my future.

—Facebook Tirade Starts—

Yesterday
J:  Hey I’m sorry about earlier I didn’t know my mother was on the phone

Today
7:05pm
Me:  that’s fine. i explained how i felt, imho, to you in the texts i sent this morning.

i love you. i always will. you’re mom needs to stay out of my life for what she’s trying to do. she needs to stop trying to be “the good Christian” and learn to be a loving caring meaningful person who is not always on the defensive

7:11pm
Me:  T needs to understand that her ways are driving the people she ‘supposedly’ loves the most out of her life. judgement will come, but not from me, from God, and when she realizes that’s all she’s doing is judging people, and running roughshod over them for ‘apparently’ not listening to her side, then she is welcome back. until she seeks professional care, enters some kind of psychiatric ward to accept her real problems of “delusion”, “hysteria”, “paranoia”, and “lack of self control”, then i want nothing more to do with her.

7:13pm
Me:  as far as the reunion, off. if i feel we can have one, it’s not at your house. sorry, T’s got too much influence in your life. your husband needs to be a part of your life more (not saying he’s a bad man for being away and making a living), i’m just saying that it’s T that needs to vacate your house instead of you when she’s rampaging. she’s so quick to temper, quick to judge, and she’s always thinking that someone’s trying to pick on her, screw her over and mess with her head that she can’t see the forest for the trees. T’s a mess, and she needs assistance getting cleaned up.

7:16pm
Me:  i’m sorry, but that’s how i feel. that’s my opinion. if T thinks she can keep on keeping on the track she feels is most Christian, then <kiss> beautiful. if she comes to the realization that there’s a problem in her burning bridges of those who care about her the most, then she can find a short pier and take a long walk. i need not her kind of sisterly love and her flavor of Christianity in my life.

7:17pm
Me:  when i find someone i truly care about, a girlfriend or significant other who wants to spend the rest of her life with me, and T’s still like this, she’s not going to be welcome in my home.

C’s already told me that T’s no longer welcome in her home. C’s also fed up with T’s lies and untruths, as i am.

i’d call, but i’m afraid T’s going to jump on the phone, like last night, and try to call me into her rage and disappointment. sorry T, never going to happen again. you fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me! that’s where I am, J.

7:21pm
Me:  if you feel offended with what i’ve said about your mom, i was not trying to offend you in the least. i just wanted to say how i felt and wanted to vent; T, right now, is a bad influence in your life. she wants “what’s best for you” but had a twisted way of showing it– you do something that’s not ‘right’ in her eyes and instead of asking and showing what was wrong– she barks orders, screams and yells and tells you right where you need to go <straight to Hell>.

7:24pm
Me:  T needs to take some of her own advice and find herself a nice well-woven hand-basket, the biggest box of Life cereal she can find, and realize you, me, C and B are trying to give her the benefit of the doubt, but all T sees is a bunch of her siblings as talking heads, spouting off devilish things. we dislike her actions. we dislike what she says about us. we still love the person. wherever T is, we want that T back.

if you feel you need to call me, do so away from your house.

i love you

—Facebook Tirade Ends—

It’s not that I hate my sister.  Quite the opposite.  We find in our everyday lives joys, happiness, fun, turmoil and drama.  I prefer the drama I can turn off with a remote (or with a switch).  T seems to think she’s still in her 20s and had to bully her way back into our lives.  She used to be a kinder, gentler soul, but all the crap she’s been through, and the stuff she personally witnessed (or claims to) has twisted her mind.  We all suffer from some kind of mental states; me with my transgender realization; C with her becoming introverted when she needs to say something; B with her no nonsense attitude and truthful nature, telling someone how it is and how it affects her and the people around  her.

T is going to go off on the wrong people and find herself in a world of trouble.  I love her dearly, don’t get me wrong, but what the Hell is going on with her?  I’d love to drop some recordings of her craziness, but I wont to protect the privacy of those I deal with on a regular basis.  She needs to come to the realization that what she’s doing is wrong and seek help.  If not, help will be sought for her.  I can even do it from here, but J needs to do it from her home.  T needs some tough love and a Divine Intervention…

And I sincerely hope it comes soon.

Whence Gays Can Marry, The Apocalypse Cometh

I have a pretty active Facebook page, full of various likes, friends and a few games that I play to pass my time, but clicking on a link that George Takei had posted threw me for a loop, but once I realized it was just a comedic bit, it helped to soften the blow that I thought was going to be more Gay Bashing and Homosexual Hatred.  I was surprised.  Here’s the link so you too can watch:  The Ultimate Anti-Gay Marriage Ad.

I know I’m not here to tell people off, but this is what many so-called Christians think is going to happen…  The heavens are going to rain down fire and brimstone and destroy civilization as we know it.  It not going to happen.  Gay marriage is legal in Britain.  Gay marriage is legal in Sweden.  Gay marriage is legal in much of the United States…  Has there been an apocalypse?  Are we doomed in the eyes of the Lord?

Personally, I think not.  No one has the right to force his or her beliefs upon another person.  No one has the right to enact laws to force people to believe in an idea that is morally obtuse or socially irresponsible.  The refusal of Civil Unions or Gay Marriage is one of those ideas that help us stand for what is truly an equal footing.  There are homosexuals in the military who fight for the freedoms straight people have, but when it comes to those of us who love our life-partners and want to spend the rest of our lives with her, then we can’t!  This is the exact point I’m trying to make:  LezBeProud Episode 1.

I am Transgender!  I am Female!  Because I am this way, I am scrutinized in society for being different.  I may look and act different than someone who is not me, doing the same things I do:  drive the car, shop for clothes and groceries, walk to the mailbox.  We do the same things.  We make difficult decisions and casual choices everyday, just like everyone else!  If I am cut, do I not bleed?  If I am hurt, do I not feel pain?

Why do all of these people, who claim to be devout Christians (of whatever Christian sect), want to force their beliefs and their convictions upon the rest of us?  It’s far too easy to blame others for their religious persecution, because they believe it to be God’s Calling, or their religious right– turning the masses of heathens into Christians– and opening up space in Heaven for them to call Home.  I was Christian before I was Transgender!  I know about all of these things, but the Holy Scriptures have helped me to understand specific concepts that are very out-of-date.  The Holy Bible seems more a book of Moral-Based Stories around the lives of those Jesus and the Lord had devoutly touched.  “Take the good path.”  “Do unto others …”  “Listen and take the advice of your elders.”  “Don’t judge lest ye be judged.”  “Love thy neighbor.”  Where did the devout Christians go wrong?

Mass media and spin-off religious sects tend to pull the focus away from Love and Kindness to Blasphemy and Hatred.  It really makes me angry to see a religious jihad against anything LGBT.  Yes, I did say “religious jihad”.  That’s what it seems to be, more and more in the media, in the laws those Christians vote into power, forcing us who are allied and friends of our LGBT family to vote against such hatred.

We fight your wars.
We live with you in the cities, towns and farms.
We deliver your packages and mail.
We are helpful to you at Walmart and Sears and JCP and Kohl’s.
We wash your cars and clothes.
We care for your children.
We teach your children in schools.
We drive the streets as you do.
We eat at the same restaurants.
We dance and have fun at the same clubs.
We exercise and work out, just like you do.
We haven’t invaded, we were here all along!
It’s just now that you’re starting to see us for the first time!

Why is it that you’re afraid of us?  We’re not going to impose the same restrictions that you’ve unthinkingly imposed upon us.  That’s not the right thing to do.  Being Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual or Trans (transsexual, transgender) does not rub off or is ever contagious; it is the state of our being that gives us the right to oppose the Social Normalcy of Male and Female gender roles.  We are not a religious sect or fad.  We have our Atheists and Christians.  We have Buddhists and Hare Krishnas.  We have other religions as well, but we don’t persecute someone for being weird:  we embrace their compassion for being unique, individual!  It is our lot in life to accept the uniqueness and individuality that everyone possesses, not just those of the LGBT community!

To us:  Everyone is Equal.  That’s the way God intended!  That’s what the Constitution of the United States intended!  As members of One World Society, we are ALL equal.  All of us!

The New(?) Feminists

I posted this to my Facebook page on Saturday (26JAN2013) and a friend of mine decided to either tell me off or poke fun at me, I couldn’t tell which.  It prompted me to repost it here because I trust my readers’ opinions and their takes on feminists and feminism.  I have always believed that everyone should be considered equal– not just all men or all women– but men, women, tg/ts men, tg/ts women, gays, lesbians, queer folk, bisexual and bi-curious, even the heterosexuals out there!  I am upset that there are too many people in political power who hide their innermost sexuality; I would love for them to some to terms that being that way is the norm and not the exception!  Here it is with just a few corrections…

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Many of us as intelligent and free-thinking women have to put up or shut up about the sexist and manipulative laws and policies that oppress most forms of women’s presence in mass media, games and in movies. It too bad that grown men who like to objectify women seem to have the most to *lose* when women become the heroes or, God forbid, *equals* of their male counterparts. In games, it’s a narrative that’s sorely lacking; in advertisement, it’s still “Sex Sells”, from the Big-3 automakers to beer and spirits; in movies and television, the only reason to have a powerful woman is to write in a pregnancy scene and have her reduced to the collection of her ‘womany’ parts!

I am the head of an independent games studio who is inspired by the likes of Anita Sarkeesian, Feminist Frequency and the videos she has produced for BitchMedia. I am also inspired by those women who chose to become that which was trapped deep inside and prosper in the proper face that they identified with! I also write poetry, sci-fi short stories, erotic fiction (of all styles), and I prefer to write anything that suits me, from tirades and essays to personal plight and the strengths and prowess I gain from fighting through my own demonic problems. (Demonic means, at this point, the destructive internal struggles that must be defeated in order to become a better person; it does not mean devils, demons, or any of that ilk.)

People like Rush Limbaugh keep pandering to the right-wing religious fanatics who believe the woman’s place is in the house, not bothering with current events, hubby’s work and work-related problems, and carry on cooking, cleaning and raising a family while hubby brings home the money to pay the bills. This rhetoric is so 1950s! Rush, the 1950s called, they want their socialist rant back! It no doubt needs to be changed and I am hoping we can all decide on what’s right and good for the well-being of women everywhere. Women should also NOT be exploited as simply sexual beings whose primary goal is to be eye candy or the immaculate trophy wife of some sexist man who believes he’s God’s Gift to Women. I’m not pointing fingers at every sexist man, but I am pointing it at those sexist men who believe women should just shut up and not propose an intelligent opinion! I can name games, TV shows and movies where women have been objectified, impregnated, demonized and made to look less than human; can you?

I want to end this little tirade with a couple of thoughts. Why are feminists held in such a bad light? Why should feminism provoke a bad taste in your mouth, uttering such a word? It shouldn’t. Feminism is the belief and movement that only has the best interests for women, not just in the US, but everywhere. Feminism is the movement for Women’s Equal Rights. Being a feminist should invoke a great feeling of forward thinking, shackle-breaking, stereotype shattering women’s equality; a feeling of great accomplishment, but yet, a great feeling of “our work’s not done yet!” Policies refuting the choice of mothers from abortion by instituting hoops and tests and permissions from everyone under the sun, making abortions virtually impossible. Some states are even thinking of making miscarriage illegal! How can miscarriage be an illegal act? How? Some women, unless they have to take prescription medication, may not be able to carry their conceived to full term, and have a miscarriage! I can’t get pregnant; I was born without a uterus! I want children naturally, but can’t.

I believe in the Feminist Movement. I believe we can build this world into a more cohesive whole, but we first have to understand our failings and faults, before we can challenge the norm and bolster our issues. We need to believe in ourselves and in each other, helping to strengthen our weaknesses and cooperating on keeping our strengths…

One World.
One Love.
One Peace.

Is anyone with me?

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I don’t understand the whole “I believe in equal rights for men and women, but I’m not a feminist.” rhetoric that’s been spewing from every form of entertainment in recent years.  …  I just don’t get it.  In order to comprehend this kind of ass-backwards double talk, you need to understand why so many women fear the word “feminist.”  Take a look through the 6 part video series “Tropes vs Women” by Anita Sarkeesian and Feminist Frequency.  This group of videos goes quite a way to show and deconstruct just how badly and/or brutally women are placed in entertainment media, only to get a rise out of the hero/protagonist in these games/movies/novels.  Don’t get me wrong, but women are more than just a plug-in for a plot device to further the twisted fantasy that most adolescent males minds construct.  Strong women are strong, sometimes moreso than their male counterparts, but many never consider (usually men) that women can be strong.

I totally hope these things we can build upon and work out to make the world a much better cohesive place.  It is a dream that I would love to extend into the workplace and into the world; somehow, somewhere…  Another link is BitchMedia which has more information dealing with sexist and male-centric craziness, but is run by women for women, and is a really great resource for all things woman-driven!  http://bitchmagazine.org  Check this website out for more information about Anita Sarkeesian and Feminist Frequency.  http://www.feministfrequency.com

I have never wanted anything more than to help forward the plight of women, but even those of us who are transgender or transsexual need to have their warriors and their consorts in order to perpetuate and follow through what we much accomplish in order to be and feel that we belong.

Wanting equality on a personal level is a great thing.

Seeking equality on a professional level is a wondrous thing.

Finding equality on a global level is a glorious thing!

Should we not strive to make it happen?

Craziness (I Have to Move?)

I have been finding it hard to deal with the loss of my relationship with my fiancee, and I still call her “hon”.  It’s very difficult.  She’s told me that if I wasn’t satisfied with her, to tell her and we’d split.  That wasn’t the case.  She also told me that I should have told her that I had this problem with my gender identity back when we first met; I never knew what it was until only about a month or so ago.  I never really understood what my body was telling me.

Until I grasped the bull by the horns, and she found some ‘aids’ I was using to force my body into a more feminine shape, she told our landlord and I agreed to seek counseling and treatment.  It wasn’t until I had done some serious research for what I’m dealing with, realized what it is, and came to the conclusion of what I have been suffering from for the past 27 years:  gender dysphoria.
I had both hetero- and homosexual relationships.  I was being self-destructive with the male partners; I wanted to end my life with contracting HIV or AIDS…  I was really messed up then, in my early teen years!  It only came to a head when my mother died and I found myself on the street.  I had some really good friends, and their parents (part of the time), who had allowed me to camp out on a couch or reclining chair or cot, just to get through another day…  I was so distraught over my living conditions that I eventually asked the county for help and they provided, at least, a temporary shelter in a motel, complete with a bathroom!  I stayed there for a couple of weeks, my stipend ended, I moved, my friends told me I could have stayed there another couple of months; the county was going to pick up the tab for that long…  Too bad I had found another, more stable location, and I had a house to run through.

I had been experimenting with various substances (not exactly legal) back then.  I gave up the quest for partnership and relationships that involved intimacy, delving deeper into college and schoolwork.  I quit soon after because of a young lady in my Speech class who had taken a shine to me after I told her about role-playing games (in a speech I wrote for class).  I got an A in the class, she had gotten a B, but that was midterm; I don’t remember her name, I wish I did…  She said she was from Iowa…

I never really knew what was happening to me.  I was so confused that I thought I was some kind of space alien.  I couldn’t fathom what was going on and what I really needed in my life.  Sometimes I just wanted to be normal, but never really knew how.

People really end up not knowing because they refuse to know, feel they don’t have to know, and as long as it isn’t happening to them, then it’s okay to kill off whatever functions or burn whatever bridges they feel they can live without.  I thought certain people could respect me; I guess I was wrong…  Oh well, karma can be a bitch– and so can I– but that’s another story!

Not sure what else to say here, so I’ll end it here.  Please help to inform those of your friends that they’re wanted, but that they need to know their apathy affects everyone and all the things you both used to hold dear.  Male.  Female.  Gay.  Lesbian.  Bisexual.  Queer.  Trans.  It’s all REAL and it’s all here!  We’re here…  Come talk and get to know us before you judge us; we’re like you:  Human!