I have finally figured out what to say. It has been a rough several months since you voted a man I cannot help but hate, and even worse since his inauguration. We have seen divisiveness in this country since it was a country, but really nothing like this. I have struggled to figure out the word. What must I say to help you understand. Then I realized it is I who must understand. I have not tried to comprehend you, until now. After long contemplation, I finally have the right words: Continue reading
Sometimes it seems just as you are getting things on track, some obstacle falls in your path. You can either let it stop you, or just find a route around, or over. Continue reading
I think I will write a whimsical and somewhat morbid poem about unrequited love. No one has done that before, right? Continue reading
It is amazing what fun poetry will pop into your head on a long drive.
Destroy the environment. Destroy society. Toe-may-toe, toe-mah-toe. Continue reading
This is not new. Thousands of Americans did not, over one November night, decide to be racist, homophobic, trans antagonist, sexist and anti-Semitic . Donald Trump did not create those things in our country. The Republican party did not invent those things. They each took advantage of them. They provided a bullhorn for those who worship at the altar of bigotry, but they in no way built the altar. It has been an integral part of what it means to be American as long as there has been an America. It is written right into the first American document. Continue reading
“It gets better.” This is what we are told. We are told this by a campaign by Dan Savage to help bullied kids, in particular bullied queer kids. For a while, for a long while, it was kind of true. Yes, in the just over a decade since I came out as trans I have had my fair share of unpleasant encounters with bigots or the system in general, I have also encountered so many people, loved ones and strangers alike, that gave me hope for my future. I remember what things were like when I was a kid, the dark days of the eighties, and got to see all that “it gets better” unfold before my eyes. Continue reading