The World is changing one thread at a time

How to Change the World When it Feels Like Nothing is Working

So Gay or Equal Marriage is picking up steam and looks like it’s going to become the status quo soon. The idea that gay marriage is now accepted in America is amazing, but it most definitely ain’t everything in this fight. We still have some Gordian cultural knots to undo. How about something I’m familiar with like custody rights for transgender people? LGBTQ adoption? LGBTQ job security? How about the inherent patriarchal and misogynistic imperative in marriage itself? How about the fact that black people live third world lives in America? How about the prison-industrial Jim Crow 2.0 complex? How about the crime against humanity: the Drug War?

If you want to change one part of society, you have to change all of society. It is one big interlocking machine where all parts are connected. They tell us that Utopian thinking is harmful, and we’ll just end up with another Soviet Union or Maoist China. I’m no fool; those corrupt regimes murdered countless millions of people. Well, guess what? So did the United States in North America. Well, unless you think the Redskins, Braves, Indians, or whatever caricature name you want to call them are even people at all. Let’s ask Chief Wahoo! or Chief Noc-A-Homa what they think:

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Tim Miller, my Queer Hero, Queero?

   Growing up in a relatively conservative family can be a little bit of a bummer for a hopelessly transgender feminine flower such as myself. However, one flower can spy another flower, another familial flower that has pushed through the mulched muck of dogmatic suffering to bloom a bright corona.

   In other words, my second cousin, Tim Miller, was the first person I told that I was transgender. If you don’t know who he is, look him up, because he is a pioneer. Your freedom to be queer rests upon the toil and pain and sacrifice of our forefathers mothers and forequeers.

   In life, we are afforded in our brain only so many slots for heroes and heroines. One of those slots in my cluttered mess of a consciousness is filled by Mr. Miller. Growing up queer in the 80’s and hearing musings of a family member who was “out there” and “obscene” was just the fuel enough to keep me going, thinking that someone else had escaped the oppression, the nightmare.

    Now, we’ve come to be great friends, and I’ve watched as Tim has seen his toil and work come to full fruition as he was able to legally marry his lifelong love Alistair McCartney this year in California. With the abolition of the Defense of Marriage Act, his husband Alistair, an Australian citizen, was able to finally apply for a Green Card after 19 years of fully committed love. Alistair had risked deportation for this entire time, all due to his choice of partner and source of love.

    Here’s to you Tim! Cuz.

<3 Abbie

Just a little

We’re here, we’re queer. Get used to it.

To the funny man who stared as I smoked in front of the grocery store, as he walked to his car, loaded his groceries, and returned his cart. I continually and casually locked his gaze with the simple curiosity of a woman trying to determine the motive of said aging and staring funny man. Then, when he got into his car, he stared one last time and did a little head shake motion as if to express some sort of emotion.

What troubled the funny man so? My assertive passivity? My height? My square jaw? My multi-layered outfit that sprung out of my closet to greet the return of fall?

Do I appear queer in the classical sense? Maybe that’s the thing. Who knows.

Funny, staring man can drive perplexed with confused impertinence back to his calm satiety of order and appropriateness.

I’m here. I’m a little bit queer.

What’s up?

The flawed are “normal;” the sane are maligned. Those with the conscience of man, we can scarcely find. The beautiful people must all be corrected. The transgender, the gay, the misfits, mistakes. The African of origin people, reviled. The different, the awful, the disgusting, and few. The people like me and the people like you.
I say Fight On! I say Break Through! I say Fight the Power to upend the fools. 
Join me in smashing the system, won’t you? Join me let&#8217;s break the glass ceiling of untruth. Join me in challenging bigotry now. Make the true uglies of thought kneel at pews, and ask for forgiveness for their hatred and views. 
It’s 2013. It’s time to say “NO!” It’s time to say “you are the evil that grows.” 

The flawed are “normal;” the sane are maligned. Those with the conscience of man, we can scarcely find. The beautiful people must all be corrected. The transgender, the gay, the misfits, mistakes. The African of origin people, reviled. The different, the awful, the disgusting, and few. The people like me and the people like you.

I say Fight On! I say Break Through! I say Fight the Power to upend the fools. 

Join me in smashing the system, won’t you? Join me let’s break the glass ceiling of untruth. Join me in challenging bigotry now. Make the true uglies of thought kneel at pews, and ask for forgiveness for their hatred and views. 

It’s 2013. It’s time to say “NO!” It’s time to say “you are the evil that grows.” 

My Two Year Anniversary Recap

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   Things are on the upswing for me! Finally. I was so naive when I started my transition. You can’t blame me for a lot of it. You see the naked truth about people when you come out as trans. It’s such a litmus test. Trans acceptance is going to be a real watershed event for Western society if and when it happens (I think it will). It’s one of those things that’s really hard for people to put into their nice little neat boxes. Anyway, I digress.

   I’ll be two years old on September 1st. To quote the late Jerry Garcia, what a long strange trip it’s been. And it’s only getting started! I feel so invigorated and full of life after living as a walking shell for thirty years. When I first started “waking up” I looked at my male wardrobe, and it was all grey and blue and bland, the perfect metaphor for where I was. I was just trying to disappear, never should anyone know what lurked beneath the surface, including me!

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Check out beautiful, wonderful Diana&#8217;s fundraiser. Only 10 hours left! #girlslikeus
thirdsexblog:

thank you, TUMBLR, for showing me that this world can love and support trans women. Together we can create the kind of world we want to live in, and you can help do that by contributing your time, energy, money, or love toward a cause that you believe in. I used to be a suicidal active alcoholic, today I am alive and well - I am a woman, and I am asking for your help. Please donate $5 to my fundraiser, and share this now on your TUMBLR, facebook, etc. I will always be here for you, you can always trust that I will keep working to shape this world into something we both believe in.
&lt;3
Di
DONATE HERE:
www.dianatourjee.com 

I&#8217;m so excited about this. This recognition is so well deserved. Luckily, my insurance covers GRS (I know!), but it is cost prohibitive for so many girls in need. Hopefully this will change.

Check out beautiful, wonderful Diana’s fundraiser. Only 10 hours left! #girlslikeus

thirdsexblog:

thank you, TUMBLR, for showing me that this world can love and support trans women. Together we can create the kind of world we want to live in, and you can help do that by contributing your time, energy, money, or love toward a cause that you believe in. I used to be a suicidal active alcoholic, today I am alive and well - I am a woman, and I am asking for your help. Please donate $5 to my fundraiser, and share this now on your TUMBLR, facebook, etc. I will always be here for you, you can always trust that I will keep working to shape this world into something we both believe in.

<3

Di

DONATE HERE:

www.dianatourjee.com 

I’m so excited about this. This recognition is so well deserved. Luckily, my insurance covers GRS (I know!), but it is cost prohibitive for so many girls in need. Hopefully this will change.

(Source: thirdsexblog)

I’m seriously over the binary. Male/Female who gives a shit. I’m me. Call me half and half or AC/DC. Meh… If people can’t handle that, that’s their problem.

We are more beautiful than they can even imagine

This is why the queer are silenced. They fear our light and beauty. They know that we are special. They know that trans people have been revered for their special gifts in the past and around the world. They know that we are strong. They know that we are sensitive and artistic. They know that without queer men, the world would be a much much darker place. They know that without queer women, the world would be so much less. We must not let them herd us from one ghetto to another. We must celebrate our inner radiance and verve and spirit. We must not devolve into idol worshiping addicts and burnouts. We must listen to the voice that sits in silence in our souls and directs us with its smile. If we are bold, we are strong.

Have a stronger day. Find the resources or friends that you need if you feel lost. There are ways to heal yourself. The lashes of society’s whips beleaguer us with stress and self-loathing. Find peace if you need it. Take care of your health. Don’t let them bury you in a pit of despair. Stand up with what small energy you have in defiance. When you gain a little energy back, give some to your fellow fighter. 

If you have lost things for your decision to be who you know you are, know that I have lost things too. I have not seen my children in more than 10 months, but I know I must not despair! I can’t let them be used as tools against my happiness. Above all else, be strong! Above that, have pride! Above that, be beautiful whether or not you “pass” or not, whether or not you are the “ideal” of beauty. You are radiant, and someone loves you.

Smile and cry. Repeat. We live our ideals, and therefore we live in the future. The world is in the past, and it will catch up to us someday. That day will come.

Even if this only reaches 5 people, we have the strength of 5 beautiful and wonderful people. Each day that number will increase, and we will meet other groups of 5 people, and so on.

Have peace, feel love, and give yourself a hug :D

Longing, Yearning Love

Life is a mess. It’s a Gordian knot of alterier motives and complaints and fights and pain and rest. I tried to use the light of fear and anger to light my way, and I was only led in circles. The only thing I know now is that if we run straightaway into the dark with the compass of love and understanding and healing and forgiveness, at least the trip will be pleasant. 

That’s a bunch of convoluted phrases when I’m really trying to say, turn the other cheek and wait for the light of other loves to come back and enfold you.

I don’t know. That was not how I wanted to say that. Love-lamp what the hell is wrong with you today??

Quite the quiet day, today

Mantle

Life is tangled, perverse, lament, and long

Life needs Gordian force

Where one blow can freedom inspire

The sword of insight plunges

cleaving where the rope strands in a flee

And Alexander the queer

is proud and sinful

But as the tangles lay in broken knots

on the floor

The mire of sin

is lost to pleasure’s palliation

Joy, Joy, Joy, peace…

And Alexander, naked walks and daintily

falls her head in lifelong rest

She is free and dirty

and falls to the Earth

Kissing with full body

The relief of the deep fire down

in the molten mantle 

that burns all fear away

and new islands of spring awakening

burst gaily through the stolid sea

It’s quite the week

that sighing spread-eagled coitus with the firm

the ejective fulmination is the seed

of the new, quiet day

Hey Reader! Got a Question for ya…

So, this site leans heavily MTF, cause well, I think I’m female…well I’m something :)

Anyway, I’m looking to find a co-writer who is FTM and likes to write. It would be for this site of course. You can just be you, you don’t have to be like me; I just want your junk… :)

Anyway, if anyone is interested, it would be awesome! Kinda like a gender foreign exchange program!

Great Weekend!

Abbie