Transgender Liberty

  I'm sharing a post that beautifully illustrates a point. The Post comes from Facebook "Dean Withers" group(which I love) and was posted by "Borasmy Ung."  The post is well written and illustrates a point which I want to talk about. Read this if you dare and then read on cause I think its worth considering.  Note....I am changing the actor from "Sue" to "Bob" (its a universal person). Yet Sue is out there too.... ---------------- A day in the life of Bob MAGA RWCN Republican Guy It's noon and Bob needs to make a bank deposit so he can pay some bills. Bob's deposit is federally insured by the FSLIC because some godless liberal wanted to protect Bob's money from unscrupulous bankers who ruined the banking system before the Great Depression. Bob has to pay his Fannie Mae-underwritten mortgage and his below-market federal student loan because some elitist liberal decided that Bob and the government would be better off if he was educa...

  I’ve been embroiled in an online discussion about a small town whose girls’ cross-country team split down the middle because another girl, who happens to be transgender, joined the team. And it’s not just small towns. In professional sports, you have RWCN radicals attending sporting events and sabotaging them for political noise (right before the November election), revealing shirts with XX/XY on them, which in itself is hilariously wrong. Biology isn’t a binary. It’s a spectrum with a very loud fan club (RWCN bigots) at two points. The face of RWCN hate: Fox News is all over it too, and of course they are. Look who owns them. And in Facebook discussions about girls’ high school sports (kids’ sports!), I’m seeing comments like this one from Carol: ( BLUE COMMENT )  That’s basically saying “separate but equal.” And then there’s Bob (First Comment) So in Bob's case (a man), it’s all about money: getting that other girl into college on a free ride. So here’s the thing, Bob. ...

  Yin and Yang is miss understood so often Everyone thinks GOOD V EVIL - WRONG Dark V Light - WRONG Male V Female - WRONG Yin is night, winter, rest, stillness, the moon Yang is day, summer, the sun And together.... Yin-Yang is motion..in motion..always moving Maximum yin or yang is just a moment of change in nature. CHANGE IN PERPETUAL MOTION And....Nothing is EVER completely Yin or Yang, including ourselves. We are transitioning always. The Turning.. yin/yang is a rhythm of turning and change. The dot.. each side carries the seed of the other Trying to hold noon, or midnight in place… is fighting something that can’t be fought. Nature is continual change The symbol is a picture of motion captured in a single moment Credit to https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XMcdIV3vkXs

  I saw this and thought.. this says it all.  Be the Change... Be You! Don't let others tell you who you are! what you can Do! where you can Go! how you can live! or how you can exist!

Many of us are struggling. Cisgender, transgender, it doesn't matter. There's an old story about two wolves that live inside each of us. One is fed by anger, hate, and fear. The other is fed by love, kindness, and hope. Whichever one you feed is the one that grows. Lately I've learned something the story doesn't say out loud: the angry wolf doesn't just grow. If you keep feeding it, it will consume you. And what exactly does that mean? Well, it means this: I'm recovering from surgery, mostly bedridden, and wondering what to do with my time. Read books, watch shows, sleep… and scroll social media. So what do I fill my time with? Do I fill it with hate, anger, dissatisfaction, and disgust? With thoughts of revenge against those I feel have hurt me, trespassed against me, abandoned me, or given up on me? Do I inundate myself with political memes, colorful two-sentence posters, and AI-generated images of angry, disgusting scenes, all designed to stir my emot...

I was watching a show the other night, and two characters, a mother and her daughter, were talking. The exchange went like this: Mother: "You can't hold onto it forever." Daughter: "Why not?" Mother: "Because it's fucking exhausting." There's a lesson in that. One I've spent my entire life learning. Holding onto secrets, pain, anger, hurt, shame, a grudge, resentment, and carrying them with you everywhere you go is exhausting. I know, because I've done it. This morning I woke up at my usual times: 1 am, then 3 am, then 4 am, and finally from a dream when it was time to get up. In that dream I was watching the people around me go on with their lives without me. I might as well have been a ghost, watching unseen, because that's exactly what it felt like. I'll admit it disturbed me, because it was my subconscious reminding me. I am alone.  So I let that sit with me... and I tried to look at it from various angles and I r...

Yesterday datacenter(s) deep In Russia were hit with explosive devices which in turned caused a massive down spike in bot traffic. As much as a 57% drop in "Fake" and simulated posts and comments on social media platforms like facebook. 57% think about that number it's huge that's like six out of 10 post we're coming from non-humans, a program written by someone who wants to achieve a very specific objective. In response People are waking up, realizing that friend seems absent today... haha. They are seeing the veil lifted, the lights turned on; as if waking from a dream, a sleep, and going outside to look at the sky, the sun, and realizing all their "Bigot" allies, their "Hate Allies" Suddenly gone. whooosh. BECAUSE THEY WERE NEVER REAL TO BEGIN WITH!!!! In response, Memes are popping up all over the internet about this. here are a few fun ones and This isn't new to me, I've blogged about this before, back in April-May this year even. ...

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. once said, "In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends." There's an old saying, often credited to Edmund Burke, that the only thing necessary for evil to triumph is for good people to do nothing. In my last post, I wrote about Cornell University, where a group of fraternity men gang-raped a woman . The school did nothing until the victim and others cried foul and the story reached the media. The university tried to cover it up. They tried to sweep it under the rug. They tried to protect men who had done something so horrific that in some countries they would have been hanged for it. Note: Also see my previous post about misogyny/sexual violence against women(all women) titled the geometry of hate In many ways, that mirrors our current moment under the Trump presidency. We have a president and an administration who think it's okay to be terrible. Through their behavior, their actions, and their i...

A few years ago, I moved into a very nice neighborhood. It stretched me to my limits: I cashed in my savings, a lifetime of effort, and a small inheritance to try to reach the American Dream. You know, the "game of life," where you win by making it to the nice neighborhood with the beautiful house. I've lived here a few years now. In that time, I've transitioned, and my finances aren't great. I walk every day, and one thing I've noticed is the stark difference in quality of life between the haves and the have-nots. Here's what I see among the upper class and the rich: They pay to have everything maintained: the yard, the house, all of it. The neighborhood is mostly white. There are some Indian and Black families too, but they seem to keep a low profile, almost like it's a secret. Year after year, I watch remodeling vans pull up in front of someone's house to redo something simply because they can afford to: a new kitchen, new bathrooms, a ne...

I get up early, usually around 3 a.m., because I work East Coast hours on the West Coast. This morning I woke to the roof creaking and the wind whistling, a storm announcing that fall is here and winter isn't far behind. I made my coffee and listened to the wind whip around outside. Then, in the distance, I heard loud static snaps, pops, and booms. Uh oh. Not good. The power went out. Total dark. Luckily, I know where my flashlights are, and I keep big candles for exactly this. So I set up, grabbed my charged laptop, and sat in the dark surrounded by candlelight, typing the blog you're reading now. The outage reminded me how tied we are to our devices and to social media. I felt the itch to grab my phone, post to my "groups" that the power was out, and start doomscrolling. But honestly, why? Sitting there, I realized that turning everything off and just being alone with yourself is healthy. It lets you filter out the noise, notice what's draining you, and ...

You have probably heard all of these: "Liars can't look you in the eye." "Their truth, your truth, and the truth." "Imposter syndrome." "I don't belong here." One of them is simply false, and it does real damage. One of them is useful, if you are willing to follow it all the way down. Two of them are lies we tell about ourselves — and they were handed to us. Let's take them one at a time. "Liars Can't Look You in the Eye" This one is the worst, because it is both universally believed and flatly wrong. Start with how widespread it is. A team of ninety researchers surveyed people across 75 countries and 43 languages, asking an open-ended question: how can you tell when someone is lying? The dominant answer, everywhere they looked, was that liars avert their gaze. Roughly 64 percent of respondents named it, and the belief held steady across languages and age groups. About 70 percent of non-English-speaking ...

I have spoken before about destiny... and some weird feelings of destiny that have circled me my entire life. Read Fate , 12 Monkeys , The People Upstairs , and Final Frontier if you want to know more about that weirdness that has followed me. Yet... it ties into my life. Recently I was out for a walk (alone), which I try to do daily. I find solace in the woods — the quiet, the sentinel trees, the animals that for the most part are just themselves, living and mostly alone. Rabbits, Squirrels, Birds (many kinds), Hummingbirds, Ducks, Nutria, Cranes, Owls, Raptors, Fish, Frogs,Snails,..Deer even. Ducks seem to be the most social, and even then they kinda do their own thing, loosely tied to the group. Anyway, I was walking along and saw a shadow float quickly across the ground past me, and above me on a branch 60 feet up landed what I believe was a young raptor — a hawk or a falcon. I walked under it, turned, and looked up, and it just sat there looking around and observing. Later I thou...

The Letter On My Passport My birth certificate says F. My Driver's license says F. My Real ID says F. A court of law looked at my life and signed its name to it: F. Yet.....My passport says M. Every level of government that has actually examined who I am agrees. The federal government is the only one that doesn't — and it's the one whose document I have to hand across a counter at a border. I've written about this before: People Are Not Things — And More On Passports — August 15, 2026 Why SCOTUS — The Supreme Court Is Rotten — August 1, 2026 So why the M? Not accuracy. State X corrected my birth certificate. The State I live in corrected my license. A judge signed the order. If the federal government wanted the accurate answer, it has four documents telling it the accurate answer. Not identification, either. A marker that contradicts my face, my name, and every other ID in my wallet makes me harder to identify, not easier. It doesn't help the pe...

One Year Later This one is personal. It's my truth, my side. Other people in this story will tell it differently, and they're entitled to that. But this is what I lived, how I see it, and where I think I'm going. Maybe it gives you hope. Maybe insight. Maybe a gasp or a laugh. We'll see. Keep reading. I've written it here over and over: most of my life I was confused. Out of sync with myself. Out of resonance. Out of focus with the world, and never able to explain why. If you want the long version, it's in Sparkly Purple Bicycle.. and pieces never fitting . The label for that is transgender. Most of my family walked away when I told them. They couldn't believe it, because their experience of me was the version I let them see, the version that coped like a functioning alcoholic. I lived hetero, normal, presentable, and a wreck underneath. Nobody knew. Nobody wanted to know. Not even the person closest to me. I wrote about what that wreckage actually l...

They Did It in Daylight: Kansas SB 244 and the People Who Voted for It On February 23, transgender Kansans opened their mail and found a letter from the Division of Vehicles. Their driver's licenses would no longer be valid as of February 26. Three days. Not "renew at your convenience." Not "at your next scheduled renewal." Surrender the license. Get a new one that says what the state has decided you are, regardless of how you look, how you live, or what happens to you when you hand it to a stranger. I recently wrote a post called People Are Not Things , about the dehumanizing I see everywhere right now — the demonizing, the hate, the intolerance, the total absence of empathy or basic decency. In Kansas, that dehumanizing has a bill number. What SB 244 actually does It is called a bathroom bill. It is much more than that. It voids existing IDs. Kansas driver's licenses and birth certificates that reflect a transgender person's gender ar...

People Are Not Things ** I was browsing the Internet and came across this picture This is my journey to get my passport and WHY civil rights and fighting for them are so important. I am not a thing, I am not a number. I am a person just like you. "It May Be Too White" That was the first thing she said to me. I had been standing at the counter for maybe ninety seconds. I handed over my DS-11 and my passport photo, and she held the photo up and told me it might be too white. What does "too white" even mean? It was a decent photo. It was as good as the one on my driver's license. I had gone to a listed provider to get it taken — FedEx, in my case, and I hate FedEx — precisely so this wouldn't happen. She hmm'd and haw'd. She suggested I go get another one, and warned me that if she submitted this one it might get rejected. I told her to submit it anyway. Then she moved on to my birth certificate. She studied it. Then my driver's licen...