I'm not normal, I love being different, and it's one of the sexiest things about me...next to my creative brain and "Lil' Big Vic".
No H8
Monday, November 21, 2011
We Must Not Let Russia Be Silenced
"Dear friend,
I just added my voice to this urgent appeal, standing for human rights in Russia and all over the world. Medvedev and Putin's party is pushing a law to vote this week that would make any mention of lesbian, gay, bisexual or transgender issues illegal.
The bill, being introduced as early as this Wednesday, would criminalize any book, article or speech about sexual identity and gender orientation, labeling it "homosexual propaganda". This is outrageous, and now is the time for key world leaders to speak up, we need every voice.
Will you take a minute to add yours?
http://www.allout.org/en/russia_silenced...
The text is by allout.org, the highlights are mine. Yes, things are really that bad, and getting worse fast. I'm not sure how can the Russian GLBT avoid being forced back into the closet - and worse - without help from the rest of the world. And while I'm not sure whether this one petition will help, we certainly need to spread word of this. " (Posted by Jack, a member of the GR Rainbow Writers & Readers group)
Click on the link and add your name. We cannot let the GLBTQ community in Russia be silenced. Show your support.
I just added my voice to this urgent appeal, standing for human rights in Russia and all over the world. Medvedev and Putin's party is pushing a law to vote this week that would make any mention of lesbian, gay, bisexual or transgender issues illegal.
The bill, being introduced as early as this Wednesday, would criminalize any book, article or speech about sexual identity and gender orientation, labeling it "homosexual propaganda". This is outrageous, and now is the time for key world leaders to speak up, we need every voice.
Will you take a minute to add yours?
http://www.allout.org/en/russia_silenced...
The text is by allout.org, the highlights are mine. Yes, things are really that bad, and getting worse fast. I'm not sure how can the Russian GLBT avoid being forced back into the closet - and worse - without help from the rest of the world. And while I'm not sure whether this one petition will help, we certainly need to spread word of this. " (Posted by Jack, a member of the GR Rainbow Writers & Readers group)
Click on the link and add your name. We cannot let the GLBTQ community in Russia be silenced. Show your support.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Transgender Remembrance Day
*This post contains some very graphic, offensive, hurtful and slang terms. They are unfortunately very pertinent to the posting of this blog. If you are offended I encourage you to either scroll past the offensive part or close this particular post. The words and views are not that of the author/owner/"moderator" of this blog (obviously), but are the views and opinions shared by those who are mean, hateful and woefully ignorant.*
"Aye. Yo, man, what the fuck is that?"
"What?"
"Right there. Aye, is that a girl or one of them sissy queers?"
"What, you mean like a fag or something?"
"Yeah."
"I don't know man. She kinda looks like one o' 'dem trannies or some fucked up shit like that."
"Well 'den let's go find out."
"I know that you claim to identify as a gay male but...."
"You're not a "real" man though....."
"I'm just having a hard time accepting it. I don't think you're really transgender."
"So you aren't just saying that God made a mistake by making you a girl, you're saying that you want to be an abomination and be a man who is having sex with other men?"
"The devil is going to tear you apart because you insist on living this way...."
"You're a GIRL, I don't care what you feel like. Get over it!"
"So, you wanna be a man, huh? Well then fight me like a man then. You don't like me hitting you, then bring it on, otherwise I'm going to beat you like the bitch you are."
Over the last four months I've had these things said to me, about me, around me.
I have had to grip the handle of my cane tightly in my hand, ready to swing out and defend myself, just in case someone decided that they wanted to see just what I was.
I have had people ask me where my genitals were located and that that determined if I was "really a man or not."
I have had people question my decision, tell me that I'm not really transgender, and others tell me that I'm not a "real man."
I have had those same people tell me that I "shouldn't take it personally" because they worked with or knew transgender people/teens or had transgenders in their family.
That's not an excuse.
That's just like you insulting me because I'm black and then telling me not to take offense because you have black people in your family or because you know black people.
You insulted me. You hurt me.
And that hurt has led to me fighting against thoughts of suicide, of cutting my wrists, throwing myself out of a window, throwing myself in front of a car. The fear of being attacked and being killed makes me want to walk with my head down some days or to just smile and nod when someone calls me "she," "ma'am," "her," or "lady."
I have a friend who lives in Chicago that I wanted to visit and he told me (in no uncertain terms):
SD: Vic, no. You can't come here alone.
Me: Why not?
SD: It's dangerous for me to be here, black and gay. But you? You're not just black, you're black, you're a transgender male, and you identify as being a gay man. Don't you get it? They will kidnap you, rape you, beat you and kill you and toss your body into a ditch on the side of the road before you even get too far from the airport and the police will just say that it was because you were alone or something. Because you look like you're transitioning, you don't just look female or just look male, you can tell and they will hurt you because of that. You can't come here alone. Not yet.
Today is Transgender Remembrance Day. A day when families and allies of transgenders gather together to remember those who lost their lives, were beaten, attacked, disowned, cast aside, hurt, all because they were transgender.
I thought long and hard about what I would write on this blog of mine which is so much different from the others that I write. This one is personal. This is the blog where my journey started. This is the blog where I admitted the truth about myself. This is the blog where I can be me.
I knew that I needed to use today, and this very same blog to raise awareness of the issue of transphobia and being transgender in this day and age. There has been some very ugly, very disgusting and disturbing displays of transphobia within the online community that is supposed to be supportive but I believe, as does many others, that through education and those of us who are trans* speaking out that we can raise awareness and spark change. I shall start today doing even more than I did before. (If you would like to stand with us, please copy the two pictures on my blog and post them on your blog or as your avatar or something in alliance with us.)
Every three days in America and other parts of the world a transgender person is reported as having been killed in a hate crime. I would like to honor some of them and hope that today you will stand with me and with others to remember those who lost their lives and to help end transphobia, because those statements above can incite others to violence and intolerance and hatred and those things can lead to death and it must end here. Because even if you don't know a trans* person in your personal life you know of one: ME.
Erika Keels (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania; 3/22/07) Erika, a 20-year-old black transgender woman, was murdered on March 22, 2007, on North Broad Street in Philadelphia. Witnesses saw an assailant eject Erika from his car and intentionally run her over four times, killing her and leaving the scene. A medical examiner’s report supports these eyewitness accounts. But police ruled Erika’s death an accident and have refused to conduct an investigation. The driver, Roland Button, was later apprehended, but he has yet to face criminal charges–including “hit and run” charges. When Ms. Keels’ friends, who are themselves trans, questioned police officials about the classification of her death as an accident, they were asked to disclose their “birth” names and told they were “trying to make something out of nothing."
Find somewhere that is honoring Transgender Remembrance Day, help us end transphobia.
-Vicktor "Vic"
An Out and Proud Gay TransMAN
"Aye. Yo, man, what the fuck is that?"
"What?"
"Right there. Aye, is that a girl or one of them sissy queers?"
"What, you mean like a fag or something?"
"Yeah."
"I don't know man. She kinda looks like one o' 'dem trannies or some fucked up shit like that."
"Well 'den let's go find out."
"I know that you claim to identify as a gay male but...."
"You're not a "real" man though....."
"I'm just having a hard time accepting it. I don't think you're really transgender."
"So you aren't just saying that God made a mistake by making you a girl, you're saying that you want to be an abomination and be a man who is having sex with other men?"
"The devil is going to tear you apart because you insist on living this way...."
"You're a GIRL, I don't care what you feel like. Get over it!"
"So, you wanna be a man, huh? Well then fight me like a man then. You don't like me hitting you, then bring it on, otherwise I'm going to beat you like the bitch you are."
Over the last four months I've had these things said to me, about me, around me.I have had to grip the handle of my cane tightly in my hand, ready to swing out and defend myself, just in case someone decided that they wanted to see just what I was.
I have had people ask me where my genitals were located and that that determined if I was "really a man or not."
I have had people question my decision, tell me that I'm not really transgender, and others tell me that I'm not a "real man."
I have had those same people tell me that I "shouldn't take it personally" because they worked with or knew transgender people/teens or had transgenders in their family.
That's not an excuse.
That's just like you insulting me because I'm black and then telling me not to take offense because you have black people in your family or because you know black people.
You insulted me. You hurt me.
And that hurt has led to me fighting against thoughts of suicide, of cutting my wrists, throwing myself out of a window, throwing myself in front of a car. The fear of being attacked and being killed makes me want to walk with my head down some days or to just smile and nod when someone calls me "she," "ma'am," "her," or "lady."
I have a friend who lives in Chicago that I wanted to visit and he told me (in no uncertain terms):
SD: Vic, no. You can't come here alone.
Me: Why not?
SD: It's dangerous for me to be here, black and gay. But you? You're not just black, you're black, you're a transgender male, and you identify as being a gay man. Don't you get it? They will kidnap you, rape you, beat you and kill you and toss your body into a ditch on the side of the road before you even get too far from the airport and the police will just say that it was because you were alone or something. Because you look like you're transitioning, you don't just look female or just look male, you can tell and they will hurt you because of that. You can't come here alone. Not yet.
Today is Transgender Remembrance Day. A day when families and allies of transgenders gather together to remember those who lost their lives, were beaten, attacked, disowned, cast aside, hurt, all because they were transgender.
I thought long and hard about what I would write on this blog of mine which is so much different from the others that I write. This one is personal. This is the blog where my journey started. This is the blog where I admitted the truth about myself. This is the blog where I can be me.
I knew that I needed to use today, and this very same blog to raise awareness of the issue of transphobia and being transgender in this day and age. There has been some very ugly, very disgusting and disturbing displays of transphobia within the online community that is supposed to be supportive but I believe, as does many others, that through education and those of us who are trans* speaking out that we can raise awareness and spark change. I shall start today doing even more than I did before. (If you would like to stand with us, please copy the two pictures on my blog and post them on your blog or as your avatar or something in alliance with us.)Every three days in America and other parts of the world a transgender person is reported as having been killed in a hate crime. I would like to honor some of them and hope that today you will stand with me and with others to remember those who lost their lives and to help end transphobia, because those statements above can incite others to violence and intolerance and hatred and those things can lead to death and it must end here. Because even if you don't know a trans* person in your personal life you know of one: ME.
Erika Keels (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania; 3/22/07) Erika, a 20-year-old black transgender woman, was murdered on March 22, 2007, on North Broad Street in Philadelphia. Witnesses saw an assailant eject Erika from his car and intentionally run her over four times, killing her and leaving the scene. A medical examiner’s report supports these eyewitness accounts. But police ruled Erika’s death an accident and have refused to conduct an investigation. The driver, Roland Button, was later apprehended, but he has yet to face criminal charges–including “hit and run” charges. When Ms. Keels’ friends, who are themselves trans, questioned police officials about the classification of her death as an accident, they were asked to disclose their “birth” names and told they were “trying to make something out of nothing."
Sanesha Stewart was a 25-year-old trans woman living in the Bronx, New York, who was stabbed to death on February 10, 2008.[15] An ex-convict was arrested for the murder. Police reported that he had visited her for sex and became enraged over the realization that she was not biologically a female.[15] Stewart's murder, initially reported by the New York Daily News as "Fooled John Stabbed Bronx Tranny", outraged transgender activists for the act as well as the reporting in the media.[16] A neighbor denied the police's assertion she was a prostitute.[15] The Gay and Lesbian Alliance Against Defamation (GLAAD) intervened to inform the Daily News that tranny is often considered pejorative and dehumanizing and that insinuating Stewart "fooled" her murderer was both defamatory and irresponsible.[17] The paper dropped both tranny and fooled in follow-up stories and changed the online version of the original report to address the concerns raised.[15]
Larry King of Oxnard, California, was a gay or bisexual[18] 15-year-old eighth-grade student who was shot to death at his school on February 12, 2008. He wore gender variant clothes, jewelry and make-up[19] and had come out as gay at school.[19] King was bullied and teased by his fellow students due to his effeminacy and openness about being gay, having come out at ten-years-old and while in the third grade.[18] On the morning of February 12, Lawrence was in the school’s computer lab with 24 other students. Fellow student, fourteen-year-old Brandon McInerney was witnessed repeatedly looking at King during the class. At 8:15 a.m, McInerney shot King twice in the head using a handgun.[20] King was declared brain dead the next day but kept on a ventilator to preserve his organs for donation.[19] Prosecutors charged McInerney as an adult with murder as a premeditated hate crime and gun possession.[19] The trial is pending as of November 2008. The crime was reputed to be the most high-profile hate crime case of 2008. Newsweek described it as "the most prominent gay-bias crime since the 1998 murder of Matthew Shepard", bringing attention to issues of gun violence as well as gender expression and sexual identity of teenagers.[18]
Duanna Johnson, a 40-year-old African American transgender woman. In February 2008, Duanna was picked up and arrested by Memphis, Tennessee, police officers Bridges McRae and J. Swain. She was pinned down and beaten by the two men in a Memphis police jail after she refused to respond to anti-gay and anti-transgender slurs. The assault was captured on video, which aired on several regional newscasts. In an interview given to FOX 13, Duanna spoke about her experiences. “As [Officer McRae] was calling me, he said ‘hey he-she, come over here’” Johnson told FOX 13 reporters, “I knew he couldn’t be talking to me because that’s not my name.” Duanna Johnson received national media attention this past June when she went public about the brutality she suffered at the hands of two Memphis Police Officers. She became “the public face of our community’s campaign against racism, homophobia, and transphobia” according to a statement from the Mid-South Peace and Justice Center. Tragically, Duanna did not live to see full justice served. On Monday Nov 10, according to news reports, Duanna was shot “execution style” between Hollywood and Staten Avenue in Memphis, Tenn.[21]
Felicia Melton-Smyth, a 41-year-old transwoman, was stabbed to death on May 26, 2008 in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. She was vacationing with a group of 20 people from Madison, Wisconsin. Francisco Javier Hoyos Reyes was arrested immediately afterwards.[22]
Angie Zapata was a trans woman who was murdered on July 17, 2008, in Greeley, Colorado. Her death was the first ever case involving a transgender victim to be ruled a hate crime.[23] Colorado is one of only eleven states that protect transgender victims under hate crime laws in the United States. Allen Andrade, who learned eighteen-year-old Angie was transgender after meeting her and spending several days with her, beat her to death with a fire extinguisher. In his arrest affidavit, Andrade calls Zapata "it",[24] and during his trial a tape was played of a phone conversation in which he told his girl friend "gay things need to die".[25] Andrade's attorneys used a gay panic defense, implying that Andrade suddenly "snapped" when he learned Zapata was not born biologically female. On April 22, 2009, Andrade was found guilty of first degree murder, hate crimes, and car/ID theft. He was sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole.[26]
LaTeisha Green was a trans woman who was murdered on November 14, 2008. The man who shot her, Dwight DeLee, was found guilty of first-degree manslaughter as a hate crime against gays. There are no laws protecting gender variant people in New York State.[27][28]
[edit]2009
Tyli A Nana Boo Mack, a 21-year-old transgender woman, was attacked and fatally stabbed in broad daylight on the street in Washington, D.C. [29] The attack occurred on the 200 block of Q Street, NW around 2:30pm, near the offices of Transgender Health Empowerment, a transgender support group.[29] Mack was walking with an unidentified transgender woman when they were attacked.[30] Both victims were rushed to Howard University Hospital, where Mack died.[31] TheMetropolitan Police Department advertised up to $25,000 in compensation for any information leading to the arrest and conviction of the person or persons responsible for Mack's murder.[32] Some problematic coverage of Mack's murder led the D.C Transgender Coalition to issue a statement regarding respect for the gender identities of trans people.[29]
[edit]2010
Victoria Carmen White, a 28-year-old transgender woman, was fatally shot at an apartment in Maplewood, New Jersey, on Sunday, September 11.[33] White went to the apartment with her killers, Alrashim Chambers and Marquise Foster, whom she had met earlier that night.[34] Investigators believe that White's killers shot her upon learning that she was transgender and are considering hate crime charges.[34] Many transgender advocates were confused and upset by the Essex County Prosecuter's Office's initial report that White was male, despite the fact that her documentation and genital configuration confirmed she was female.[35]*
-Vicktor "Vic"
An Out and Proud Gay TransMAN
*Information gathered from Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_unlawfully_killed_transgender_people*
*Photo images taken with permission from: http://amaras-place.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-see-myself-embrace-rainbow.html#.TskWPlsNt6o.facebook *
Friday, November 18, 2011
Why Meditation is Now Masturbation
Check out this blog post by my friend and big sister, fellow author Cherie Noel, the author of the awesome The Soldier and the State Trooper as well as Kiss and Tell which was a part of the Hot Summer Days Anthology on Goodreads. It will make you laugh and make you think as well when it comes to writing and researching the male orgasm when writing M/M or even M/F romance and fiction and completely redefine the word "meditation" for you as well.
http://chicksndicks.blogspot.com/2011/11/cherie-noel-writing-malemale-orgasm.html
http://chicksndicks.blogspot.com/2011/11/cherie-noel-writing-malemale-orgasm.html
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Just When I Thought It Couldn't Get Any Better
*Short post for me-I know, I know. Gasp and all that*
Yesterday was the greatest birthday I ever had. Not because I got presents (although have authors in my family meant that I got free books for my birthday yesterday-free books and gift cards for...you guessed it, free books! LOL), not even because of the AMOUNT of people that wished me "Happy Birthday" and it was amazing to me. But because of the amount of love and support and encouragement from my family.
It was amazing.
My homemade lasagna and homemade birthday cake were "slap your Mama" good (I'm putting up pictures-don't worry) and having "Happy Birthday" sung to me almost made me cry.
But just when I thought it couldn't get any better, the one thing that I wanted. The one important relationship that I've craved since I realized at the age of 4 that the one I had was corrupt and evil and wrong, I got in spades.
I got a dad for my birthday yesterday.
Doesn't that sound like a book? "A Daddy for Vic." (Yep, I totally think I'm going to write that)
Anyway. I asked someone that I have long admired and someone who (in the back of my mind I've held in the fantasy position of friend and father-anyway) has recently shown such amazing courage and strength to fill the role of father to me. I'll be honest, I expected a "Thank you but no thanks" from him or an "I'm flattered but I don't feel comfortable with that." I got an "I'm honored that you asked and I'm honored to accept."
Yeah, I cried.
Then today, an amazing "day after" my birthday, he listed me as his son.
That's right, his son.
I almost cried again.
I recently told someone that yes I think that my life is turning around for the better. Not just because I'm living my truth and I believe that the universe, the gods, God, Allah, Krishnu, whomever you serve, honors you and blesses you when you're living your truth, but because now when life throws crap and heartache my way (and bad things will happen, it's life people, I don't live in delusions....except where it concerns John Barrowman and Shemar Moore-*shiver of delight*), I'll have people to help me back up. I have people who are standing in front of me and taking the brunt of the hit.
I have have a dad, moms, older brothers and sisters, younger brothers and sisters, a Nieceling and Nephrew who are surrounding me and loving me and supporting me and telling life and the hatred and the discrimination and the transphobics and the homophobics and the racists and the hellish and shittiest aspects of life that they can't have me, that they can't get to me.
I've always been the warrior, the one who protected those that I cared about, it's so nice to have people to do that for me (even if I protest that I need it).
And honestly, that's the greatest present that I got yesterday.
{HUGZ, SQUEEZES AND FIST BUMPS}
Vic
ETA: I FORGOT the pictures!! LOL. Here they are:
Yesterday was the greatest birthday I ever had. Not because I got presents (although have authors in my family meant that I got free books for my birthday yesterday-free books and gift cards for...you guessed it, free books! LOL), not even because of the AMOUNT of people that wished me "Happy Birthday" and it was amazing to me. But because of the amount of love and support and encouragement from my family.
It was amazing.
My homemade lasagna and homemade birthday cake were "slap your Mama" good (I'm putting up pictures-don't worry) and having "Happy Birthday" sung to me almost made me cry.
But just when I thought it couldn't get any better, the one thing that I wanted. The one important relationship that I've craved since I realized at the age of 4 that the one I had was corrupt and evil and wrong, I got in spades.
I got a dad for my birthday yesterday.
Doesn't that sound like a book? "A Daddy for Vic." (Yep, I totally think I'm going to write that)
Anyway. I asked someone that I have long admired and someone who (in the back of my mind I've held in the fantasy position of friend and father-anyway) has recently shown such amazing courage and strength to fill the role of father to me. I'll be honest, I expected a "Thank you but no thanks" from him or an "I'm flattered but I don't feel comfortable with that." I got an "I'm honored that you asked and I'm honored to accept."
Yeah, I cried.
Then today, an amazing "day after" my birthday, he listed me as his son.
That's right, his son.
I almost cried again.
I recently told someone that yes I think that my life is turning around for the better. Not just because I'm living my truth and I believe that the universe, the gods, God, Allah, Krishnu, whomever you serve, honors you and blesses you when you're living your truth, but because now when life throws crap and heartache my way (and bad things will happen, it's life people, I don't live in delusions....except where it concerns John Barrowman and Shemar Moore-*shiver of delight*), I'll have people to help me back up. I have people who are standing in front of me and taking the brunt of the hit.
I have have a dad, moms, older brothers and sisters, younger brothers and sisters, a Nieceling and Nephrew who are surrounding me and loving me and supporting me and telling life and the hatred and the discrimination and the transphobics and the homophobics and the racists and the hellish and shittiest aspects of life that they can't have me, that they can't get to me.
I've always been the warrior, the one who protected those that I cared about, it's so nice to have people to do that for me (even if I protest that I need it).
And honestly, that's the greatest present that I got yesterday.
{HUGZ, SQUEEZES AND FIST BUMPS}
Vic
ETA: I FORGOT the pictures!! LOL. Here they are:
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Happy Birthday to Me!!
I turned 28 today.
I feel like I'm turning 16.
Why?
Because this is the first year where I'm having a celebration as myself. As Vic. The first time since I was 15 that I'm not an afterthought or forgotten or where my birthday is having to take a backseat to someone else's celebration.
This is the first year that I feel really and truly loved and supported and it's an amazing thing.
Even in the midst of all of the hell and drama and turmoil that is currently rocking the online M/M community (which I will not discuss), I am surrounded by family. The family of my choosing. A family that knows me, supports me anyway, and encourages me to continue to live my truth.
A family where every member wrote to me ahead of time to either wish me Happy Birthday ahead of time, to ask me what I wanted for my birthday (what?! You mean you WANT to give me a present?!), to tell me how proud of me they are, how much they support me and how they want me to keep pushing forward and how they would do anything for me.
This is the first year that I'm not having to force myself or remind myself that I have to be a "girl" in order to please my family. This is the first year that I won't be calling my friends to come and take me out so I can self-medicate with alcohol over the fact that I had to force myself to be a girl all day long. This is the first year, of many years to come, where the smile on my face will be genuine and I'll be surrounded by love and affection and support.
This year is the first year, the first birthday, of the rest of my life and it is delicious.
I couldn't ask for a better family if I tried.
So to my mothers:
Stephani Hecht
Pati
NJ Nielsen
To my older brothers:
Damon Suede
Brendan (Sid)
To my older sisters:
MJ O'Shea
Piper Vaughn
Cherie Noel
Taylor Donovan
Katharina
LC Chase
Heidi Cullinan
Xara X Xanakas
To my younger brothers:
Thorny-TTBB (and his Jazz)
Matty
Brad
To the awesomest Nieceling and Nephrew ever!
To my younger sister:
Lucy/Kat
To my aunts:
Embry Carlysle
Anne Tenino
And to countless friends and supporters and my special English sweethearts:
Bryl Tyne
DC Juris
Daniel Kaine
Thomas
Ellis Carrington
Devon Rhodes
Gabrielle Evans
Joyee Flynn
TA Chase
Stormy Glenn
Ethan Day
Shae Connor
Samantha
Luci
Patty
Veronica
Perpetua
Tj
Archie
Kerstin
Aleksandr
And anyone else that I forgot:
Thank You All So Much! You are the GREATEST Family a gay boy like me could ever ask for!
Sincerely,
Vic
I feel like I'm turning 16.
Why?
Because this is the first year where I'm having a celebration as myself. As Vic. The first time since I was 15 that I'm not an afterthought or forgotten or where my birthday is having to take a backseat to someone else's celebration.
This is the first year that I feel really and truly loved and supported and it's an amazing thing.
Even in the midst of all of the hell and drama and turmoil that is currently rocking the online M/M community (which I will not discuss), I am surrounded by family. The family of my choosing. A family that knows me, supports me anyway, and encourages me to continue to live my truth.
A family where every member wrote to me ahead of time to either wish me Happy Birthday ahead of time, to ask me what I wanted for my birthday (what?! You mean you WANT to give me a present?!), to tell me how proud of me they are, how much they support me and how they want me to keep pushing forward and how they would do anything for me.
This is the first year that I'm not having to force myself or remind myself that I have to be a "girl" in order to please my family. This is the first year that I won't be calling my friends to come and take me out so I can self-medicate with alcohol over the fact that I had to force myself to be a girl all day long. This is the first year, of many years to come, where the smile on my face will be genuine and I'll be surrounded by love and affection and support.
This year is the first year, the first birthday, of the rest of my life and it is delicious.
I couldn't ask for a better family if I tried.
So to my mothers:
Stephani Hecht
Pati
NJ Nielsen
To my older brothers:
Damon Suede
Brendan (Sid)
To my older sisters:
MJ O'Shea
Piper Vaughn
Cherie Noel
Taylor Donovan
Katharina
LC Chase
Heidi Cullinan
Xara X Xanakas
To my younger brothers:
Thorny-TTBB (and his Jazz)
Matty
Brad
To the awesomest Nieceling and Nephrew ever!
To my younger sister:
Lucy/Kat
To my aunts:
Embry Carlysle
Anne Tenino
And to countless friends and supporters and my special English sweethearts:
Bryl Tyne
DC Juris
Daniel Kaine
Thomas
Ellis Carrington
Devon Rhodes
Gabrielle Evans
Joyee Flynn
TA Chase
Stormy Glenn
Ethan Day
Shae Connor
Samantha
Luci
Patty
Veronica
Perpetua
Tj
Archie
Kerstin
Aleksandr
And anyone else that I forgot:
Thank You All So Much! You are the GREATEST Family a gay boy like me could ever ask for!
Sincerely,
Vic
Monday, November 14, 2011
Ready/Set roMANance: Why I write
One of my new adopted aunts, author Embry Carlysle or as she's known to me "Auntie Em", wrote this blog. It's so beautiful and it puts things in perspective and instills hope. So you know I love to "pimp" blogs, allow me to pimp this one. And read this post, because it's awesome and not because I'm the "nephew" that she mentions at the end. LOL.
-Vic
Ready/Set roMANance: Why I write: I debated for many days over whether to mention on here the bruhaha on Goodreads. I realized it would be a moot point as that ship has sail...
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