My dad he loved he hatedThe news would pass him byPictures of the darkly coloredParaded past the pixels on the flashing screen My parents inspired me to equality even soEven so I loved the others in my lifeSought to listen where their tales wentIn places light and dark, sadness and strife My dad always felt…… Continue reading He Loved
Category: Journey
3 in the morning
As Paul Simon wrote back in the sixties. I remember so many great songs from the sixties, but if I were fixty six instead I’m be remembering fondly the songs of the seventies, wouldn’t I? We’ve started a new year and I find myself curiously more oriented toward Judaism than before, though never rejected it.…… Continue reading 3 in the morning
A Mixed Bag
First, a short note. My dear friend Richard pointed out a wonderful performance that one can view on pbs.org that honors Joni Mitchell who was certainly a favorite performer of my youth. Given what she’s been through, it was great to see her doing so well. But onto other things. Life is better for the…… Continue reading A Mixed Bag
Still Surviving at sixty five but happy?
These days we often get more than the three score and ten of the old recitation. We grow up, become adults raising children and often take care of our parents as well. Finally, we come to an age where there; are not obvious things to do. You’re too old for the conventional job market, maybe…… Continue reading Still Surviving at sixty five but happy?
Yesteryear’s Christmas
We were driving along the West side highway, close to the end of our journey to grandmother’s house. To be a little more specific an upper west side four bedroom apartment overlooking the East side. We were traveling, as usual, a few days before Christmas which kept the traffic pain to a minimum. As we…… Continue reading Yesteryear’s Christmas
Missing the old friends
I had a good friend at MITRE for some years. We continued to get together on occasion and shared our passions for woodworking and later piano. I remember the last lunch we had together fairly well. George was having health issues and shortly after went into the hospital. I lost touch with him perhaps because…… Continue reading Missing the old friends
But you can’t ever be a real woman (or man)
After my first question to the therapist, can you make this go away, we started talking about things and my primary issue was that I indeed could never be a “real” woman. This is something I’ve had to come to grips with, and it took up a great deal of mental energy at times. It…… Continue reading But you can’t ever be a real woman (or man)
Not Just Making it up
I was driving home from our weekly Dungeons and Dragons group. I had known these guys for many years at this point, up to thirty years for some of them. On my way home I detoured to a local supermarket having thought about how to get some makeup for myself. I had decided that a…… Continue reading Not Just Making it up
Ten Years and Counting
This is the first of some lookbacks on my first ten years since starting my process. The shortened timeline is as follows: April 2012 – came out to wife and rabbi as transgender and sought help. Shortly thereafter found my therapist for the gender disphoria October 2013 – started hormone replacement therapy March 2014 -…… Continue reading Ten Years and Counting
Transgender?
What’s in the name? I’ll claim a good deal of confusion, Transgender, as a term, encompasses a wide variety of behaviors and degrees of accommodation. All these have in common is that they are variants to the “normal” gender binary. A person can be trans and not have made any transition, or they could be…… Continue reading Transgender?
My Gifted Life 