I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I
wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
Please repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong."
I saw this on frecklerock's journal tonight and thought, oh wow, I have to tell her that I'm so sorry she got kicked out of her home when she came out to her parents, and oh she's working as a prostiture and then I thought, wait, she's lesbian and she's a transexual, okay, and I kept reading thinking, "Wow, this woman is one hell of a survivor," and then I got to the heartbreaking sentence, "I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room," and realized that "I am the gullible gal who took way too long to understand this." It's beautiful though. I wonder who wrote it. I hope it goes round and round and round...
As usual I have a bunch of backlogged journal entries just waiting to be edited and posted...but when I saw this I just had to post it, and as long as I'm writing I thought it would be nice to share a story with you;
My friend/assistant/housekeeper Esther's little grand-nephew Joshua is thirteen months old now. His Mommy is a big woman, his auntie Esther is a big woman. Hell, I'm a big woman. He's surrounded by great big lush women and I think he's developing a thing for them. A few days ago, while standing in line at Robinsons May, Joshua just up and took a big bite out of a woman's ass who had been standing in line ahead of him. Apparently she had a huge ass, (I have a huge ass -- I can say this), or as Sarah Jessica Parker more politely phrased it the other day on Oprah, "She was an exagerated pear." I guess because she was standing in front of him, and her butt was pretty much at eye level for him, and completely filling his view, he thought it would feel good to grab hold of it with his two tiny little hands and bite into it. Poor woman. She turned around and screamed. I feel sorry for her while at the same time thinking this is somehow pretty damned funny.
I think Joshua was just wanting to take a big bite out of something that appealed to him, you know, "Oooh look at that great big ass, I think I'll take a bite out of it." But I keep thinking about that poor woman, how awful it must feel to think your butt is so prominent, so out there, that it's now becoming a magnet for biting babies.
My Mom said she heard on the news that a lightning bolt struck a big redwood tree in the back yard of a home somewhere nearby. It split the tree right down the middle and sent one of the halves hurtling over the house where it finally landed in the front yard. It's hailing chips the size of ping pong balls in Burbank. And the rain is coming down in sheets here at our house where we have a yard filled with Halloween decorations that are liable to get ruined. Oh well. I'll have to wait until it lets up a little bit before I make a run for the naked mannequins that we've stacked up by the side of the house. We hadn't put their costumes on yet and I had moved them because I was getting embarrassed with all of the people who were coming by to look at the yard. I thought the nude kids looked, well, just a tad weird, so I moved them. Now I'm worried about how waterproof these little people are. Sigh.