Why I Write

Why do I write these blogs? That is a good question my friends and an even better one is why I write anything at all. Some people on here complain about all the “drama” or ranting that is involved in some of the blogs found on the net, including I am sure, mine from time to time. However, anyone is free to write about what they wish to write about and express and anyone is free to read it or not. Comments are encouraged but not required as well. Blogging is just another form of expression and is a free exchange of ideas and thoughts by individuals which helps the reader understand the author better and is necessary for our interaction as human beings. The moment we stop communicating with each other on this planet is the moment we are all in trouble my friends. Blogging is just another form of communication created by the evolution of internet which has vastly help connect people on this planet.

We have some very talented writers in our transgendered community and I do not consider myself among them but I write anyway for reasons I will explain in a bit. I absolutely love to read Jamie’s blogs and was very disappointed when she stopped publishing them a while ago. Although I don’t always agree with her, and it would be surprising for any human being to always do so, she is an extremely intelligent person who writes thought provoking blogs that facilitate the free exchange of ideas. I also adore reading Cyndy’s blogs as she has a wit and humor not found in too many places and it is always delightful to read her thoughts and ideas. Although slowed by her travels, surgeries and recovery physically and emotionally, I have always enjoyed reading Chloe’s blogs as she journeyed toward the completion of her transition and some of the best stuff was her and Jamie’s exchanges and banter which sometimes had me rolling on the floor with laughter. Others I particularly enjoy who have talent include Zelda Rose from Texas, Monique Monet from Cincinnati and Diane Darcy from Chicago. There many others I read. Of course, I always read the blogs of my girl Paula. Paula is not the most eloquent writer- as it is not her forte. However, I will tell you this she writes straight up and straight from her heart as any good writer should do.

So why do I write? I have always loved to write ever since I was a young child. I started writing about the same time Melissa was emerging in my life around age 10-11. I wrote many short stories and essays throughout middle and high school years which I still have today in journals stored up in the attic. My teachers loved my work except for the grammar and spelling errors but I almost always got an A for the creativity and imagination portions of the grade (thank heavens for the creation of spell and grammar checks huh?)
I even wrote a novella and a novel in high school and one of them was read by the teacher to my classmates as she took a few minutes each day and read from the chapters. For some reason, I stopped writing when I got to college except for term papers and exams and work took up too much time for me to think about my writing. My daughter has always enjoyed writing and took several creative writing classes in school where teachers found her work to be talented and imaginative. She was encouraged and to write and still does so today.

One day my daughter gave her teacher some of the compilations of my writings from when I was age 12-18. Her creative writing teacher told her “After seeing your father’s work, you write with a similar style and creativity that is expressed in his work” This incident occurred a few years ago when Melissa’s re-emergence (among the many) was taking place and I began to feel the need to express my thoughts once again. So I began to write again and this time it was in the form of blogs. The blogs let me do several things. First, it provides a method of letting me write again and that brings me great joy. Some people like to fish or play racquetball or sew..….I enjoy writing! Secondly, it works like a journal and lets me express my feelings and thoughts about life in general and life as a transgendered person. I find it very peaceful. I don’t know if I have anything extraordinary to say or whether I ever invoke thoughts or ideas in others or not. I have been fortunate to have a few of my pieces published in some transgendered magazines and newsletters and that has been very nice of them do so. Maybe from time to time I strike a cord somewhere or offer a small tidbit on a new way to look at things but the important thing is that I am writing again and I thoroughly and truly enjoy it. That is all that really matters anyway. I throw my two cents out there in the vast pot of ideas and thoughts we exchange and maybe somewhere it lands and finds a place to grow. The free exchange of ideas is a very good thing in our society and is truly necessary if we are to continue to advance as a society and co-exist with others who are here with us on our life journeys. Meanwhile, I am back doing something I truly enjoy in this life which by the way, is way too short!

Above pic is me taking a break form writing to get my ears pierced!

Death

Death………it scares the hell out of most of us but it is a part of life process and actually occurs many times during one’s life in many forms long before our physical body wears out or succumbs to disease! We can have many forms of death such as spiritual death, emotional death, death of a relationship, death of an idea, death of our personas and personalities and of course our final demise which ends our time on this planet or at least we hope it does! My dear sweet Paula hates the word and does not like me to discuss it or really want me to write about death but it’s just a word and I write about whatever comes to my mind and my free association of thoughts and ideas no matter where there may lead me.

Most of us have experienced emotional death throughout our life when we have lost feelings we have had for something or someone whether it is our work, our lover, our hobbies, maybe a pet or a loved one. Sometimes these changes bring about a death of an idea as well. I remember one of the most emotional times for me was when I lost my cat “Eers” when she had only been with me for a little over 6 months. Now I must admit I never was a fan of cats growing up and I always saw them as somehow cold, calculating, eerie type creatures and I was never fond of them being around me. I owned a dog as a child and I loved him a lot until the day I had to “put him to sleep” (i.e. order his death) and then I suffered emotional death from losing him. I never believed I could ever feel that way about a cat but a few years ago this little, adorable, playful cat that had been abandoned in our neighborhood showed up on my doorstep hungry and in need of a home. Something had awoken in me and for some reason I felt that this little creature, which was so playful and affectionate, should be part of my home. I discovered that the perceptions I had of cats were so very wrong. They are beautiful, affectionate, loving and playful creatures and I cried for hours the day she was killed by a speeding car that ran her over and crushed her in the street in front of my house. The tears flowed as soon as I picked up her warm little body in a towel and held her. Since that time I have added two more stray cats into my home and love them both dearly for the joy and affection they display and give me each and everyday. I guess what died in me was my misunderstanding of the nature of cats- my idea of the nature of cats and that was a good thing it did for if that idea had not died I would have missed out on so much joy they have given me over these recent years. It was my rebirth and it came.

Emotional death is closely related to death of a relationship and we have all experienced that including most recently my dear sweet Paula who is in process of ending her relationship with her spouse who could never truly understand her or embrace Paula but only the person that use to be confused for her and covered her from the world. Paula’s wife laid down the line in the sand and Paula was prepared to walk right over it as she decided that living her life as she truly is was more important than staying in a relationship where the emotional death had occurred. Paula also told her wife she loved another who accepted and embraced her for who she was and that she fell in love with her the moment she met her. These actions have caused the death of the relationship that once existed between Paula and her wife and yet Paula does not fear this death even though the person she loves has not fully escaped her shell to completely to emerge to be who she is meant to be. When she does she will experience the death of the shell that has masked and hid her true self from those around her and that death will be relished and cherished-yet it is death nonetheless. Again, it is the death which is part of life, especially for the life of a transgendered person and particularly for one who is transitioning. Rebirth will be found and Paula will find new love and experience rebirth of her relationship.

Spiritual death occurs quite commonly as well and actually quite frequently in our lifetimes. I have been in this struggle for sometime. When I was young, I was raised in organized religion but I never associated worshipping at church with spiritual enlightenment. The two often do not go hand in hand. One could go to church services regularly and yet still be very much spiritually empty. One could be filled so intensely with spiritual growth and understanding yet have never even seen the inside a church in their life. I left organized religion when I was young and sought spirituality from other sources and drifted form being an agnostic to finding my comfort with there being a creator of the vast universe we have barely even seen or explored. Sometime later I returned to another organized religion but lately that has slipped away, mostly due to fact the people of my church as well as most churches where I live are not very accepting of those of us of the LGBT community. I sense my spirituality will again come from my discoveries, readings, connections with others and maybe someday the right fit for me in a church that is open and welcoming and lets me seek answers and does not feed me dogma and rituals or spoon feed me answers. Maybe I will try being a Buddhist. I have died spiritually several times –each time to rise up and seek out for the answers to our existence with the reasoning we have been given as humans. Death spiritually does not rattle me and it should not bother anyone else. It is part of life. Rebirth is frequent in this journey as well.

All of these other deaths such as spiritual death, death of a relationship and emotional deaths always bring about changes and rebirth. Without the deaths we can find that rebirth. So with that said all of this brings me to the final type of death and that is our physical death. I witnessed a lot of that death when I lost my mother, only brother and father all in a span of 15 moths anguish filled months. While I grieved their departures it was my emotional death that I was experiencing and not their physical death. Painful as it was, I had lost loved ones but I had not felt their own physical death. Why do people fear death (physical death)? We learn to deal with a death of a relationship, an emotional death or spiritual death and we find rebirth and renewal but we do not deal with our own physical death very well and why is that so? What makes us fear death? Is it the unknown? Is it the fact that we may not go anywhere after we die and our body returns to ashes and dust? Is it because there are realms beyond our finite comprehension and we don’t like the realm our spirits may be heading to in that journey? Will we finally find peace in those realms? The unknown scares us as human beings and while it is tough enough to deal with all sorts of deaths beyond the physical one, we somehow mange to deal with them, find our rebirth and move on in our lives. But when there comes a time when we will no longer be moving on in our physical life, we suddenly fear this death like no other before us. Why? The physical death is the easiest for us to endure of all and it is unlike other types of death in that we will never recover from it and it ends all other types of death one may experience in our lives …..…….

Summer Fun!

Good morning campers……………Rise and shine! It’s a beautiful summer day and summer activities abound. In addition to summer pastimes like sports I discussed last week there is much to do as the days are longer and the weather warm and hot and for us girls this is a great time of year because we get to wear shorts, bare legs and sandals or flip flops and casual tops and I particularly enjoy this comfortable attire a great deal. Even those of us with exceptionally fair skin can pull this off with the use of tanners, spray on tans and such. Just make sure you keep your body well moisturized and use sun block on your skin. Even at night casual tops go well with shorts, casual skirts and Capri pants. The warm summer evenings are perfect for strolls and walks in parks or to see a new summer release movie. Enjoy outdoor dinning and a stroll afterward with someone you care about and love.
Summertime is a great time to get outside and do all sorts of summer activities. Some girls like to camp although I have never been much for tent camping as its too primitive for this girl and way to many issues like bugs, lack of showers and other such ooogy things! I do enjoy a stay in a cabin as I did this past weekend with friends. This place is so remote and it takes what seems like forever to get to it off the main road in West Virginia I always kid people about the scary toothless fiddle players along the road playing that delightful dueling banjo tune from “Deliverance”. Despite the very remote location the cabins are not primitive at all and provide such luxuries as stove, microwave, shower, hot tubs and a dishwasher. However, they also provide beautiful peaceful scene of the mountains, a the sounds of a flowing mountain stream which provides a wondrous sound at night as you sleep with the windows open and feel the mountain breezes.
I love to hike and bike in the summer and the longer days permit us to do that in the weekday evenings even if you have to work during the day. Take plenty of water with you when you do. Picnics are exceedingly nice in the summer especially before the hot muggy days set in. This past weekend also the annual picnic for PE WV and we had a lovely turnout for an even lovelier day. Eighty degrees and sunshine and a slight breeze in a picnic pavilion by a lake now that is a beautiful place for a picnic with sisters and friends. Nothing beats the taste of a delicious hotdog, brat, or grilled hamburger with cheese hot off a grill and smothered with your fixins of choice. Delicious….. girls!!! They go particularly well with a cold beverage such as beer, chilled white wine, long island ice teas,lemonade, ice tea or a root beer! Other groups are having picnics this summer as well or you can gather a few friends and find a quaint picnic table in a park somewhere.
Other wonderful summer things include sightseeing outdoor sites, outdoor theater productions, especially those that let you picnic beforehand! Another fun activity of summer is going to pool parties and don’t worry about suit thing. Go in a one piece and be with friends especially ones who have pools. If you have a great body and if you do we all hate you (only teasing) wear your bikini. If you got it…flaunt it! Have a pool party at night on a warm evening and throw something on the grill and get the beverages flowing.
Summer also provides time to get to the beach for all you sun worshippers and beach lovers where you can swim, surf or in some places, snorkel or scuba. Not up for all that, plan an outing to an amusement park and ride the rides, especially screaming wooden rolling coasters that take your breath away (and hopefully not your hair for those who use wigs).
Get out there and enjoy summer my sisters and friends and let the world see you for who you are doing what you enjoy doing and having some fun. Life is too short and so is summer. Soon the days will grow short and fall breezes and cool evenings will fade away to cold grey dreary days of winter where you have so many layers on you melt inside and still freeze outside and your activities are limited- unless you like, of course, flying down hill of ice and packed snow on two pieces of fiberglass boards! Not my cup of tea as they say so I prefer late spring, summer and fall. Get out there girls and enjoy all the pleasures of summer and have some fun! See you at the next picnic, on the lake, at the cabin, by the pool or in the park! Ahhhhhhh…summer days and nights!

For the Love of the Game

For the love of the game! My dear wonderful Paula asked me to take a break from all my “grey cloud” writings and write on something light and positive for a change although I do not believe the writings over last few weeks were that downbeat but they did deal with the serious topics involving coming out to families and the pain it causes in everyone in doing so to find the peace our souls seek. However, because I like to keep things light sometimes and to honor the request of Paula, I decided to write about my favorite sports pastime. Although sports are not usually the topic of girls I really think that is very much a stereotype. I know many genetic girls who love sports- some feverously and passionately including NASCAR and hockey (that is about as redneck and macho as one can get). Furthermore, I am comfortable with my femininity to talk sports-especially about the game I use to love to play and now in my advanced years, I love to watch- baseball.
I enjoy watching other sports but there is something about baseball that is wondorous and brings symmetry to life. It is not as fast paced or thrills a minute game as some sports like basketball or football or hockey but it’s a game I appreciate for its nuances such as the lack of a time clock, the unique design of the field and the rules and intricate nature of the game. When played well it is a thing of beauty to watch and it has its moments of sheer joy and excitement as well. Some of these I have even had the pleasure to watch in person. My son played the game and he played it exceptionally well and with much poise and grace and goodwill. I loved watching him play and now that he has finished high school and hung up his cleats for good I will miss the games on the warm spring evenings and the joy he experienced playing the game he loved and played so well for so long! I will be honest, I shed a few tears the day he took his last at bat but he held his head high!
My passion for this game began in my days of growing up in Cincinnati and the joys of seeing teams play at old Crosley Field and later Riverfront Stadium which truly sucked as a ball park but was the home to the Big Red Machine that won effortlessly in the 1970’s with players such as Tony Perez, Joe Morgan, Johnny Bench and Pete Edward Rose! I got spoiled I will admit watching this team dominate baseball for so long. The Reds were again competitive in the mid to late eighties and early nineties, winning one World Series and several pennants. Then in the middle of the nineties, just after the long players’ strike, all of the sudden my team tanked. Since 1995 they have had only one winning season. Now I promised not to get too negative in blog this week but it is hard to not be negative when it comes to the Reds and their futility. Now I don’t expect my team to win every year by any stretch of the imagination but come on…..one and only one …...one stinking winning season in 13 years! The ownership is of course to blame for this mess and the frustration of Reds fans like me have experienced. First we had Marge “We’re a small market honey” Schott as our owner- a woman who would have traded her best player for fifth of vodka and two carton cartons of smokes! She was an owner who did not even know her players names, was a Nazi loving racist and demolished our farm system of young talent and let her dog crap all over the field. What a disaster that era was for Reds fans. It was followed by an ownership by committee which works about as a well as bullpen by committee and produced some more atrocious trades and some equally bad teams. Finally, we get the Castallini era. Three years ago he buys this team and vows to make them competitive. Three years later the team has still not a winning record, he refuses to understand the game begins on the elevated set of clay and dirt in the middle of the infield known as the mound and the team is in last place and under five hundred once again. If that is his definition of “competitive” I would hate for him to only want them to be an average ball team.
The long hot “dog” days of summer are here and the fields are full of kids playing ball and some cities even have professional baseball although I am not sure Cincinnati can say that with regard to the Reds…. but get out there and appreciate the beauty of this game when it is played well. And by the way, the game is exceptionally delightful to watch with a cold beer in one hand and warm hotdog in the other whether one is a girl or a boy or anything and everything in between!

Pictured above is me holding a penquin wearinga T-shirt that says Detroit Red Wings 2008 Stanley Cup Champions brought to me as a "gift" from my dear Paula. Although it pertains to another sport I enjoy watching in hockey, I am a Penquins fan and Paula is a Red Wings fan but I think she should be reported to the SPCA for inflicting cruelity on the cute, poor little formally attired bird.

DeJa Vu

If you could back in time and change the course and direction in your life would you do so knowing that it would dramatically alter your life form that point forward. That is a particularly intriguing and thought provoking question for those in the transgendered community that are transitioning so that our outer shell reflects our inner essence of who we are as people. The subject came up at one my recent transgender support group meetings and it invoked much discussion among us. The discussion raised issues such as whether we would retain all we have learned and discovered when we went back to that earlier point in time. I mean if we did not do so would not we simply follow the same path? The discussion also widely varied by age and the status of one’s family.

If one was single they were more likely to pursue this time travel assuming that retained all they know so they could take a different course and transition much earlier in their life like the three teenagers who are in my group. Instead of foolishly waiting for the lights to come on and realize you were born in the wrong physical shell until you were in your thirties, forties or fifties jump on in on the teenager transition express and skip all those periods of repression, denial, anguish and pain. Most of the time these teenagers have little to say in the meetings…..why should they while they are barely passed puberty and on the road to being who they truly are while they are young and free spirited. What are they going to discuss?...... ..how painful it was to miss two years of their life as a girl? Hell…at their age my concerns were driving, getting high, partying like a rock star and believing I would live forever. Don’t get me wrong……….. my transgendered nature was always there but at age 16-18 it was a small little pee in the back of my mind deeply imbedded inside me maybe to be occasionally displayed on a quiet evening in my house when the parents were away and then quickly re-shelved. So it makes sense if I was thirty or so and single to swing back to that period and get it right on my life journey.

What about those of us in the M to F alignment that are older and who, in more periods of denial and repression and the bizarre belief all of these feelings of femininity would simply evaporate into thin air if we got married, settled down and raised a family. Years later when this ill advised strategy erodes into dust, as we attempt to live life as we were meant to live it, we are left with the results of the theory of immersion into male life with a spouse we have spent an eternity with and children who now face losing their “father” as they see it and a nightmare of guilt, emotion and anguish. The question becomes would we pull that lever on the time machine and go back to a younger time in our life loaded with the knowledge these years of hard living and struggle have brought us? Take a different course- one that does not involve marriage or the production of children? If we did that the children we have brought into this world and tried to rise with a good heart and good values would not exist in this world. All of the joys as well as all the heartaches they have brought would be known to no one and their life here would have never taken place at all. Still want to pull that lever now?

The memories of the times you shared with them and watching them grow, taking their first steps, playing their first games, going on their first date, drinking your first beer or other adult beverages with them and watching them become people of character and hope would be gone. Go ahead and pull that lever now. Wipe it all out! Would it make it easier on yourself for transitioning …cut back on the guilt and pain and anguish? Yes it most definitely would and just think- beginning life as your true self at age 16. However, since you carry with you all the knowledge of the past life you would also carry with you the memories of loved ones who do not even exist and I cannot help but think it would cause so much anguish that one could not focus on their new life. If one goes back without the knowledge, who says they would take any different path and would just end up doing it all again leaving them in the same place they are now….with loved ones and the need to transition emerging in their life. DeJa Vu

Families,fish heads and the washing of hands

Families are wonderful things to have unless you are transgendered then they become the sword that carves you up and leaves you to die or face life living in the prison of the shell that covers the real you from the world. Now some transgendered people can live on the part time regimen and that’s fine and dandy if it fits you to do so. Some transgendered people have little family or little family left alive and that makes it pretty easy to live as they wish whether a part timer or someone who wants to pursue full time. The problem lies with those of us that built a life on the shell by marriage and children before we fully came to grips with who we really are as people. Oh my do the complications fly when caught in that dilemma. Most of the transgendered people face the washing of the hands routine performed by their families upon their disclosure that would have made Pontius Pilot jealous. I now face it squarely head on as I attempt to convey it to my immediate family and face the wrath it will bring.

Maybe I would look upon this task with less trepidation if the success stories were more prevalent than a spotting of the Loch Ness Monster! However, they are few and far between. I was chatting with my new friends Terri and Ashley, a wonderful couple I met a while back and spent time with in Chicago. Ashley just got out of the hospital after suffering an impeded kidney stone and infections. I called her to see how she was doing and we somehow got into discussion of families. Although the loss of her spouse after her decision to transition was expected and even appreciated she still grieves over the painful rejection of Ashley by her only daughter and the daughter’s absolute refusal to have any contact with her since then. Yes- while I wholly agree the decision to transition is a painful one for the family of a transgendered person, the refusal to even see or speak to the transgendered person is an unacceptable price to pay for being honest about who one truly is as a person. Terri’s wife has made her life miserable as well I guess primarily on the principle that amicable is a word which escapes her vocabulary. Another new girl here in West Virginia I have yet to meet told me her only teenage daughter will have nothing to do with her whatsoever and won’t even answer her letters and messages. My friend DeeDee struggles as her wife and daughter cast her aside and refuse to even talk with her or acknowledge her existence. Wow don’t we all feel warm and bubbly inside after hearing these decisions to cast off the transgendered person like smelly fish heads into a garbage disposal by people who, while you were living a lie, thought you were the greatest thing since sliced bread and who supposedly love you for all you have given them. Another sister of mine, although it was in the heat of an argument, actually had her wife utter the words “I wish you had cancer instead of being transgendered”. ....Cancer for crying out loud!!!

My dear sweet Paula called me the other day so sad about her situation. Paula is a good hearted sweet girl- full of so much love who raised two young adult children making great sacrifices in doing so. She came out fully to them a few months ago but since then they have recoiled some and the other day her oldest son hurt her deeply in “suggesting “ that she not come around as Paula- the person she really is. No contact with his wife, grandkids –zip nada. She felt very hurt and rightfully so as she struggled to move forward to transition full time as Paula- something she has put off way too long in her life. Her wife adds to the problem with dripping “words of kindness” such as I wish I could subject you to hypnosis so you would regress to being a ‘normal male” again. Feel the love! And just the other night she said that if Paula could undergo a surgery to remove all feminine traits and feelings from her (although the person that survived would not even be the same person she married) but that the procedure had only a 50 percent survival rate, she would still want Paula to undergo it figuring in her mind it was a “win- win situation” for her (the wife). The warmth overflows at that household for sure! Wishing someone to be dead instead of being transgendered.-wow! People…It is not the end of the world simply because one transitions one’s gender to reflect who they really are as a person.

I sense the same impending wrath as exemplified in the situations above, and throughout our community, in my household and I ponder the loss of my family. Transgendered people who are not fortunate enough to be single and childless are faced many times with a brutal choice of either saving their soul or saving their family. A real shitty choice for sure! The solution is love and understanding but those are qualities which seem to be lacking for the most part in today’s family for sure! I think I know why too…it is far easier to hate and reject than it ever is to love and embrace. Love and embracement requires one to open their heart and let someone in there and keep them there even if they bare their soul and tell you who they really are as a person.

Game Over!

I remember the old days of video games in their infancy when at the end of the game you played so well the machine would utter those famous words……. “Game over”. At that point, regardless of how well and long you played the game you had two choices….either put more quarters in and continue playing a new game of it or get up and move on with your everyday life. For some time now I have played the game of the coy cat and mouse as it involved my true persona and essence of who I am – Melissa with my family and friends and coworkers who mostly know me only as the male shell which covers and hides her from the world. My wife knows some about Melissa and way more than she wants to admit or know but continues to play the dangerous game of sticking her head in the sand and denying what is going on with her husband while we volley under the guise of “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy which inevitably never works because someone always asks and someone always tells. My daughter knows some about Melissa but fears much more is involved and she is right of course. The girl who is bright and open minded recently graduated college and will hopefully gain employment in the near future. She received her degree in psychology and last semester she took a course in gender psychology and studied works from gender authors including “She’s Not There”. She suspects a great deal about her father but for the most part remains silent. My son is about to receive his high school diploma and is about to move on to college. Male teenagers especially those that are athletes like he was don’t want to know anything about their father being feminine and being a woman. I tried to provide a stable “normal” house for them while they grew up in Appalachia and in this town and I did not want them to be burdened by this disclosure about me by their friends. Teenage years are hard enough as it is anyway. My few friends from the shell’s interaction do not know about me except one and of course my work colleagues have not a clue although they may fathom a suspicion or two.

This is all about to change and change soon. I have had enough of the damn game and it is time people who are suppose to love and support me and who consider me a good enough person to be their friend or business associate to know who I really and truly am and how proud I am to be transgendered as well as full disclosure of my intentions, struggles and the fear that has paralyzed me for so long to keep the secret from them. I was afraid they would all reject me and leave me alone and unloved in a world that calls for much love and warmth and interaction with others. I will admit I went to the Be-all Conference this past week and my interaction with my sisters in our community and the great courage that many shared and displayed and my involvement in workshops and discussions led me to great resolve and great strength that the time has come to stop playing the game and come clean with all who need to know and who should know about who I truly am and where I must go in my journey. It is time for me to “come out” as they say and stand proudly as a transgendered person although I know it was result in some rejection, fears, humiliation from others including some who are technically part of my extended family. I will remember the stories I heard from others and the presenters of workshops on the subject when I make these disclosures but most importantly I will stand proudly. I am who I am and I cannot be ashamed of whom I am as person merely because that involves being transgendered. I have been out all over the country and everywhere one could go as a person and many in the public have seen me for who I am at the places I have been- yet my so called “inner circle” either has no clue or operates on the array of suspicion and constantly side stepping routines. No more my friends! It is over …soon I will soar freely without the burden of this shell and let Melissa shine. I know that if all my family and friends end their relationship with me over this full disclose I will be very and deeply sad and hurt but I will get over it and in the end I have many wonderful and great friends in the transgendered community that have my back including my greatest and deepest friend and my love Paula. I will need them more than ever in the next few weeks as I begin this process of complete disclosure. I played the game very well for so many years and danced around questions and issues like skilled tap dancer but the game playing is over and it is time to let Melissa achieve the heights she can soar to obtain free of self imposed chains. The process will take several weeks and I know much pain is to be shed and tears will flow like a river unleashed in the spring runoff. I shall get through this and I will survive it. It will make me stronger …it will make me freer…..it will make me proud…but most importantly it will let me go forward in my journey and let me live the life I was meant to live …….as Melissa. Sometime ago another transgendered person told me that only when I was willing to risk it all could I ever get where I wanted and needed to be. That time has come my friends and over the next few weeks I ask that you keep me in your thoughts as this process begins in my life. Game over…………I have run out of quarters anyway and its time to move on with my life as it needs to be led.