Believe What You Want…

I was tempted to put “but” at the end of the title post. But I didn’t. 

Like a lot of us, I’m following the discussion on AI and the potential to see the extinction of man within the next decade. Our own creation being the cause of human kind’s extinction.  How fitting. Terminator XIV, the last sequel (finally).  Scary stuff, I’m buying gold.

The reason I bring that up is because right in the middle of a CNN newscast,  about AI tech companies getting together to regulate themselves, the thought hit me;

“Will God still exist when there are no more humans?” or Buddha or Allah or the numerous other beliefs with a higher power? I’m certain there are others I’ve missed, sorry. 

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 Trans-sports and Public Bathrooms.  C’mon…Really?

I need to quit watching the news. More specifically the news from the grand country that gave birth to democracy.  Although I reside in Canada, I’m still a citizen of the U.S., so watching CNN is a favorite (or used to be a favorite) pastime. 

I can’t believe that in today’s turmoil that the subject of trans people in high school sports, more so transwomen than transmen, is even worth more than a five minute blurb in the news.

Let’s move on already.

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Coming Out to My Kids (or the Second longest Day of My Life)

I have a great fear of rejection I suppose.  That might be enough to write a separate post all on its own, why that developed over the years.  It  might be a symptom of PTSD, or being queer, or my relationship with my father. Who knows what really.  Maybe the fear of rejection comes from moving every year in grade school, and having to try to blend in and make friends.

I noticed it occurring this week again, as demonstrated by my inability to look at a post I made on Facebook.  Just like the email sent to my kids 2 years ago, living in fear of what they would say.    

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Food for Thought:  A cry for help perhaps?

Sorry if I confused you with the title, but I haven’t switched over to the dark side of recipe blogging. That’s clever, calling food blogging the dark side, unless it’s like me and the recipe is for burnt toast.   

Still the same boring old queer stuff, but the following conversation with Mrs. K  really provided me with some food for thought, and god knows I don’t think enough.

Before you read all the gibberish it may help if we review some of the jargon used in the queer world. Sort of a brief of who’s what. Read on.

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Transition or Die

I first heard the phrase “transition or die” some thirty years ago, and found it rang so true for me. Partly because I’ve lived a good part of my life fighting and killing myself over being trans.  All because of denial. Transition or Die. Not like you would keel over if you didn’t transition, just don’t ever expect to be content or complete. A life that could have been happier, better lived, more worthwhile if only I had accepted myself. Instead, a good part of my life was wasted. “Being wasted” is more like it. 

No one chooses this path, no one says “hey I think I’ll be trans for the fun of it” as there is nothing fun about it. Or easy. Transitioning may mean the loss of a job, a career, and friends or family. Trying to bury one’s true identity because of social stigma. The world lacks understanding or knowledge of what it means to be a trans individual, because all they see is a one-sided dialogue from people who find us appalling.

It’s a horrible life. A slow and miserable death really.

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An Anniversary Party and No One Came

It was two years ago yesterday, September 1st, and I had a party. At least in my own mind, that was about all I could conjure up. A mental Happy Anniversary to me. Labor Day no less, everyone was grilling and having a party. I’ll pretend it was in my honour.

There wasn’t any fanfare or candles or cake with the cherry on top. I did ask Mrs. K to buy me a cupcake at the local bakery and as is her habit to save by buying in bulk she bought a half dozen. I only wanted one, still sticking to a diet that isn’t working.

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Why Are Trans Folk on the Radar?

I can’t help but watch the news out of the US. I know, stupid me. Being an American citizen, and a transwoman, I can’t believe the amount of time wasted discussing the Trans Movement. It’s repeatedly on the news networks and on the minds of politicians in the US.  

Does the existence of transgender people really eat at you? Then you need more help than I do. Mentally. You cannot look me in the eye and tell me that the amount of time spent discussing trans folk couldn’t be better utilized.” Like global warming, women’s rights (or lack thereof), poverty, healthcare or the price of eggs maybe? 

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HRT: Personal Results and Current Medications

Hormone Replacement Therapy (HRT) is a critical component for those desiring a more complete transition, basically replacing the hormones from your given gender with those of the opposite sex.  I consider HRT to be the first major step for a transexual in transitioning, but going this route is something to be taken very seriously.  

When I first looked into HRT and transitioning, there were conditions in place as prescribed in the DSM 3 that prevented me from going this route. DSM stands for Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders.  The most current update is version 5. Although Gender Dysphoria is one of the mental disorders listed in the DSM,  not all trans people suffer from GD.  

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The Quest for Normalcy

I didn’t choose this life. Being trans that is. I was aware of being “different” at a very young age, but insisted on fighting it for years. Wasting my life trying to deny the fact I was queer. 

Lady GaGa tries to normalize it by convincing “normal” folks that we’re simply born this way.  I personally don’t agree with that 100%, at least not for everyone.  I hold strongly to the belief that its nature and nurture combine to drive people toward this pathway. 

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The Word Queer.

Some people just cringe when I say that word.  “Queer”.  

When I was growing up in the late 60’s and 70” it had a whole different connotation than it does now.   Queer was often followed by “fag” or “faggot”.  Then it was the fight or flight instinct that took over.  I wasn’t much for fighting.  I have several times in my life, just wasn’t much for it.

I’m surprised how the word has morphed over the decades, to where it stands for what its original intended use was.  Queer simply means different.  Odd, different… queer.  

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