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Quietly Transgender
It has taken five years of scathing self-analysis to come to peace with being transgender and I am exhausted!
It has been an assault from every corner of my brain, every corner of my life, and from every corner of the globe. I don’t like being transgender, my family and friends don’t like people who are transgender, and the world, for the most part, doesn’t like transgender people either.
I know, I know, I know, I am being extreme but there are days…maybe weeks that it feels like that is the way it is.
It really pisses me off!
I mean what have transgender people done to anger everyone? The most I figure is that we are Jalapeños peppers in an otherwise boring social salad. Don’t like Jalapeños, OK, but then don’t blame me if I do. I promise I won’t wave my Jalapeños in your face to change your mind (don’t go there with my visual…).
Every social group is filled with extreme extroverts. Some of them are really, really obnoxious. Here’s a short list:
Kanye West: does he make you hate men or black people?
The Kardashian Women: do they make you hate all women?
Jennifer Lopez: does she make you hate Hispanics?
Madonna: does she make you hate female singers?
