When I was transitioning and emancipating my true gender this helped me. If you feel you are falling apart, for any reason, here you go. Me: Hey God. God: Hello..... Me: I'm falling apart. Can you put me back together? God: I would rather not. Me: Why? God: Because you aren't a puzzle. Me: What… Continue reading You are not changing! You are Becoming! By John Roedel
Moose, Our beloved dog. You loved your family loyally since day one. A gift to us from the angels. Your ability to detect seizures and lactic acidosis even. We found a dog school that taught us to train you into service. You officially became a service dog and went everywhere with us. Allowing us to… Continue reading Poem: A Service Dog’s Perfect Love
My friend on facebook used to play a game with haiku, where you keep on going with the last sentence of that last haiku. She wrote: Their cold prejudice Will not stop us enjoying Our family of choice. By Cathy Green ♥♥♥ More Poems I Have Written Since Emancipating My True Gender ~.V.~
When I faced the streets alone I looked up into the Florida winter sky The stars seemed further away than usual God nowhere to be found in my heart I thought I was alone I now know God was there but not at the time just darkness you see, boys don't cry... or do they?… Continue reading Poem: When I faced the streets alone
A conversation starter: Was my husband at one time a person that could have been considered a "pervert" or a "chaser" for being curious and wanting to date me, and have sex with me, an intersex trans person? My answer is "yes". And yet, here we are thirty years later in the same marriage. Yet, today I… Continue reading Is my husband a pervert?
We both felt like we were from another world. You on one side of the country, and me on the other. And we would not know it until half our lives were over. You would be born a decade before me. Sharing with pride to all your friends your genitals from another world. All… Continue reading Poem: When two lonely aliens become brothers
My thoughts on prejudice today: My dad was a Castilian Spaniard. Our Spanish ancestors were Ashkenazi Jews that escaped Europe into the United States to survive being killed. They converted to Christianity due to Catholic missionaries in the United States as immigrants. My grandmother was so terrified of their speaking Spanish, they forbid it in… Continue reading Does my family know prejudice?
I am dear friends with Phyllis Gallisath, a mother whos buried her transgender son died last year. His name was Liam, and he had been found dead, after not coming home one day after completing suicide. Like many of us assigned wrong at birth, he suffered from horrible depression and it finally took his life.… Continue reading Why I now don’t call it my “dead name” anymore, and why semantics matter.
Little did we know, we married on Pete Burns Birthday, August 5th, 1995. If you do not know Pete was a beautiful man in the '80s and the lead singer for "Dead or Alive". His legacy lives on for breaking the gender stereotypes and living as a beautiful man! I would not discover… Continue reading Our 24th Wedding Anniversary and Serendipity with Pete Burns