She is not here to speak up, so I will speak up for her in her memory year after year. On social media each year, I share her memory. This year I made this message, using her suicide letter to us. Until society changes, I will remind all of us that society needs to change.… Continue reading Leelah, I promise to be your voice | Rest in Power 2020
For the greater good I have been used to teach your world better Like an alien visitor I have been abused I have be misused Sensationalized Criticized Scrutinized Like a Circus Side Show Friended and cracked open to be dropped after you are done with me Looked at under a microscope So alone For no… Continue reading Poem: Being used to help change this world.
My husband, my everything, my patron to all that I did and do my life for thirty years May be over soon Three to six months to live I can hardly breathe Life as we knew it is over and we thought we had it bad A Love that few understood Don't you dare shame… Continue reading My heart breaks but I have to be strong for him
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?