So, I want to say that I love people that read what I type :). I’ve been super busy this week with some great new projects! So, I haven’t been able to write here, but I would love to. I’ll see if I can bang something out tonight. Bring the pain so to speak. Here is a picture to make you feel better while I’m busy with other things.
Oh what the hell
I am a person that has made quite a radical decision, and I understand that. What I’ve done as a transgender woman is well outside of the normal standard deviation goal posts of society. I’m out in the forest past left field. Helloooooo. Hey a tree fell; that was a nice sound.
I get it that people don’t trust us outliers when we are a “new” phenomenon. Basically, transgender people have been relegated to the part of the closet that is just not comfortable. Behind the board games somewhere, we’re trying to put on our makeup, and who really plays Taboo? I could go for some Taboo actually. Oookay, back to the story.
So the transgender females and males that walk around in society (trust me, we’re not going away no matter how much you concentrate with your hands on a stack of King James trees.) We’re here, we’re queer, get used to it! It’s kind of a trope, but hey, it works. I love the Simpsons version: We’re here, we’re queer, we don’t want any more bears!
But, here’s my gripe. When you try and wrap your head around what I am or we are, please don’t resort to head in the sand denial. It’s so third grade. We transition because it is what we have to do to save our lives, and after we transition we feel like Superman/woman compared to the zombie existence before.
We are people. We were very hurt before. We were sad and lonely and hopeless. It was not fun. Yes, we would put on our happy face at all of the functions as we were told we had to do, but then we would go be by ourselves and just wonder what is missing in me?
And then that goes away and you have bright shining Rainbows for us MTFs and a 4 liter V8 roaring power for the FTMs.
Please, just give us a chance. We want to share the love that we’ve found deep within our hearts. Yeah we went into the dressing room and came out the exact opposite of what you thought we were, but we’re back and we’re relieved, and we want to be part of your family.
I do not understand the built in Tumblr posting functions. They are just so blah, and you can do … forget it. Here’s a quote:
Boredom is the root of all evil - the despairing refusal to be oneself. — Soren Kierkegaard
So, now that we have that out of the way let’s go back to Sunday baseball. No. Why? Because… I AM A TRANSGENDER ROBOT - TERMINATE…TERMINATE…
I thought about throwing in the antithetical word for terminate due to the fact that this robot was transgender so as to suffuse the sentence, quite humorously (yes, quite), with a litoticly (a neologism that I have absolutely no qualms about inserting) small amount of luscious irony. [this is the current narrator of my internal dialogue, I don’t know if I need to describe him after that last vulgar tirade [[Narrator, stop taking over my asides!]] ok].
I see that I have some British readers, so I will leave it up to them to interpret the preceding.
Wow, that was really a lot of distracting bullshit.
But, it does serve as a tidily built buttress for the aforementioned quote.
If you are bored with your life, then Fucking do something about it. If that means speaking with the most pompous verve and Gordian knot level intricacy, then do it.
Oh God damnit, I’ll throw off the stupid language Jesus! [struggle struggle guffah guffah silence silence comedic drop of water silence]
Here’s the issue, when I decided to transition genders, I basically had to tell the world “Go Fuck Yourself. I don’t want to listen to your advice anymore, because all it has done is lead to a life that sucks. Sucks. Sucks.”
It was really way more dramatic than that, but I’m not going to do any more histrionics.
Do Not Listen to Other People Who Tell You What You Should Be Doing To Be Happy,
or your life will be boring, and it might be so boring that you want to commit suicide.
Do not refuse to be yourself, or you will want to die. That’s what happened to me, and it can happen to you.
Cue the comic book store owner: