I did some searching but couldn't find the original source of this graphic but it's just too good not to share. My apologies for swiping this without credit.
This, my friends, is the modern #GOP. This isn’t the fringe, extreme, bad apple of the GOP. Nope. This is the Republican nominee for governor of what is being considered a swing state in the 2024 presidential election.
Is our republic perfect?… not even close. We have a long road to bring equality to all and to fix what is wrong. But the GOP is actively working to send us toward a look-alike of The Handmaid’s Tale theocracy.
Before my momma passed three years ago, my baby sister began giving her a father’s day card and taking her to lunch when sis was in her early 30s… so for about 18 or so yrs. It’s because as a single mother of five kids, my momma stepped into the role of “dad” and did so many things a dad typically does (gender roles be damned) as well as mom.
She was amazing.
So with that in mind, happy Father’s Day to all you girl dads out there!… all those who are dads to girls, as well as the girls who are dads. 💖
I came out as trans to my baby sister almost four months ago to the day. I haven't heard hide nor hair from her since.
The day after my wife texted her and asked if she had any questions or wanted to talk. She didn't really and basically just said she believes "God created my identity in the womb..." and so on.
So yesterday my wife went to her house to drop off some things we've had for a while. During the visit, my wife showed her a picture of the two of us at the ballet during our GirlsNightOut. My sis didn't really say anything about the pic BUT...
in news nearly as shocking as me telling my sister I'm trans, she said she would love to go to the ballet the next time we do a #GirlsNightOut
I still have a lot of work to do to be a good human... but I'm trying. Trying to be worthy of the friendship I have miraculously stumbled upon here. Trying to be worthy of the life my momma sacrificed so much to set up for me.
🎶 I''m just doing my best to be someone with integrity Somebody good🎶
So back in my before times, when I was a boy, there were a handful of occasions when I experienced a woman come into the men’s room… three or four times at most.
I remember they typically announced themselves before walking in, apologized, explained the line was really long and she had to go bad.
I remember it being a non issue and one time a sort of hive-mentality of chivalry took over and several guys went outside to wait. That was kinda neat to witness.
Going to the restroom for a trans woman can be so anxiety inducing. I know for me it can be anyway. All I wanna do is get in and get out without any issues, hassles or problems.
But I had something happen while I was at lunch with my mother in-law that was rather affirming as a woman. It’s the opposite of what I’ve imagined could happen to me going to the women’s restroom.
I was washing my hands when a woman about my age came out of the other stall. She looked at me, straight in the face and asked if I could zip up the back of her dress. She didn’t even wait for a response. She just turned around and pulled up her hair. Then said, “It’s so hard to do this by yourself. So much easier when you have help. Thanks.”
She didn’t see me as a predator. Didn’t see me as someone who shouldn’t be in there. She saw me as another woman who simply would understand the need to have help zipping up the back of her dress.
I almost started crying.
I, a trans girl, went into the women’s restroom and nothing happened, except for another woman asked for my help.
@caroline "How quickly people have forgotten the intense anti-gay culture ..."
What infuriates me about that is the gays and lebesians who are so vocal against trans folks being represented in the Alphabet Mafia. When I see a story about excluding trans people from the LGBT rights movement it stings... a lot. It's because of trans women of color that the modern gay rights movement started and they have the ability to marry who they love.
I love the #WaffleHouse. I love everything about the Waffle House I go to every now and again.
I love the down-to-earth people there. I love how the head cook has her uniform tidy and her hair in what looks like a tichel but Waffle House branded.
I love how the diner waitress calls me “baby”… “Here ya go baby. You need anything else, hon.” all through her frazzled hair and mid-shift. I love how they call their orders out to the cooks and it’s acknowledged with a simple nod of the head.
I love the energy, conversations, barely audible music, noise of the kitchen, the smells, the laughter, the razzing and jabs of the crew, the greasy-spoon nature of the food, the entirety of the Waffle House.
And THIS is my little celebration of having a little victory. Shot day wasn’t as good as I wanted but with the help of a friend… a victory nonetheless.
Wife and I are checking out at the grocery store. Last of the stuff is scanned and she's paying. I'm standing with the cart and the sweet young lad who was bagging our stuff puts the last bag in and turns to me with puppy dog eyes, as if to suggest "please say yes"....
"do you need any help loading these into your car, ma'am?"
I was a little shocked, taken aback, confused and thought, "oh you sweet boy! You don't even know the intense euphoria your use of the patriarchy just gave me."
*sigh* so it’s Christmas Eve and in about six hours, my baby sister, her daughter and daughter’s fiancé will arrive to have an early dinner with us.
Of my four siblings, she is definitely the one I would prefer to have over but that isn’t necessarily saying much considering how I feel about the other three. And while I love my baby sis, I can only handle her corporate jargon speak and evangelic Christian view of the world in small doses.
*In my best Roy Kent voice* Faahhhhhck.
My wife thinks I should come out to my sis. She’s leaning kinda hard on me to do so but… *sigh*
Fifty plus years of being her big brother… her oldest brother. Arguably the one who has been the most stable of her siblings. I don’t want to take that away from her.
Plus yesterday I went to her house to help her with some electrical stuff and other things here and there and she said some things that make me feel it isn’t worth it to come out to her. I’m surprised at her Boomer™ way of thinking despite being nearly nine years younger than my older GenX ass.
Since I started three and a half years ago, I’ve maintained a pretty hard “need to know” policy regarding my transition when it comes to friends and family who knew me before. And right now, I don't think she needs to know.
Hi everyone!A few things that make me… me.I’m a native Houstonian. Older GenXer.Former Marine Corps journalist/photographer.I’m married to a wonderful caring woman. Yeah… gay.I’m a parent. Small business owner. I use ellipses way more than a person should.Kinda into photography, songwriting, watercolor… stuff. I like riding my bike and I love my dog.Oh… and I’m a trans girl.So yeah. Just your average every day model ‘Murican.Header: Artemis concept by https://goodfon.com/user/manora