Don't let your schooling interfere with your education.
~ Pete Seeger

Saturday, February 2, 2008


Happy Imbolc!

‘Tis mid-winter day, and the weather is lousy – just what we want. The Old Crone stayed snug in her bed, and didn’t come out into the sunshine to collect more wood to make the winter longer. We celebrated the holiday with a hearty feast beef soup and fresh bread. We read a special Imbolc prayer, lit candles, and feasted with our friends Dana and Joellen.

This day marks the end of the darkest quarter of the seasonal year, and life is good.

Reflecting this morning, I realized how much peace I’ve come to know since breaking out of my male persona. It feels so good to not feel like I’m going insane! It’s a good time to consider it. I’ve been a year on hormones, six months presenting full time as a woman. It is at a turning point of sorts – a turning point in the season, a turning point in transition. I have dismantled much of my male persona, and I think my real self is shining through more and more.

Best of all, I like what I’m seeing.

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Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing. To keep our faces toward change and behave like free spirits in the presence of fate is strength undefeatable.
~Helen Keller

Reading List for Information about Transpeople

  • Becoming a Visible Man, by Jamison Green
  • Conundrum, by Jan Morris
  • Gender Outlaw, by Kate Bornstein
  • My Husband Betty, by Helen Boyd
  • Right Side Out, by Annah Moore
  • She's Not There, by Jennifer Boylan
  • The Riddle of Gender, by Deborah Rudacille
  • Trans Liberation, by Leslie Feinberg
  • Transgender Emergence, by Arlene Istar Lev
  • Transgender Warriors, by Leslie Feinberg
  • Transition and Beyond, by Reid Vanderburgh
  • True Selves, by Mildred Brown
  • What Becomes You, by Aaron Link Raz and Hilda Raz
  • Whipping Girl, by Julia Serano
I have come into this world to see this:
the sword drop from men's hands even at the height
of their arc of anger
because we have finally realized there is just one flesh to wound
and it is His - the Christ's, our