Asian Art, Bills, and A Hot But Beautiful Day

Because I had to go pay my electric bill, I made a detour after I paid my bill and went to the Indianapolis Museum of Art. I took this pic while i was waiting for the tour on Asian art…

I love tours so much more than just walking around. It gives you so much more texture and history behind the art.

asian art

Even the grounds are beautiful…


All you need is…

All You Need

All in all a good, relaxing day.

At Times, Being Queer Is A Blessing… My Chosen Family

Three people in my life, are family to me… but they’re not! Confused? Most of the readers of this blog aren’t, because they know the isolation and the rejection that most GLBT people feel at some point in their queer experience. If you don’t have accepting people in your life, you find and connect with others that do accept and love you. With that explanation I’d like to introduce you to my chosen family.

Ethan St. Pierre

My chosen brother, Ethan has been through just about every trial I’ve gone through. He truly is the best friend I’ve ever had. He is my rock, my fellow activist, and the person who I trust more than anyone else in the world. He’s proven his love for me in action, and words. I’m grateful that he’s a part of my family.

Weezer – My Best Friend

When everything is wrong I’ll come talk to you
You make things alright when I’m feeling blue

You are such a blessing and I wont be messing
With the one thing that brings light to all of my darkness

You’re my best friend
and I love you, and I love you
Yes I do

There is no other one who can take your place
I feel happy inside when I see your face
I hope you believe me
Cause I speak sincerely
and I mean it when I tell you that I need you

You’re my best friend
and I love you, and I love you
Yes I do

I’m here right beside you
I will never leave you
and I feel the pain you feel when you start crying

You’re my best friend
and I love you, and I love you
Yes I do

You’re my best friend
and I love you, and I love you
Yes I do
Yes I do…
Yes I do

Robin Hood

As I was getting ready for work, I sat at my PC and talked with on of my favorite LJ’ers, angiewarhol, about “The Justice League” and it somehow fired of a synapse that triggered a memory about my childhood.

I get very few crystal clear glimpses of my past and my transsexuality. Usually, it is just a warm memory that is fuzzy at best. For some reason, tonight I remembered a theatrical presentation of Robin Hood  that my 3rd grade class (not sure exactly sure of the grade)  was presenting. As one of the merry men of Robin’s troup, I had to wear tights. This made me extremely uncomfortable! How wierd, to feel that same uncomfortableness, all these years later!  I can still taste the anxiety and dread….. I was worried that someone might figure out my hidden desire. How wearing those tights made me feel things that I would rather not feel. Looking back, when I wore the tights I felt pretty, feminine, and soft. Those were feelings a young boy in a family of homophobes and bigots shouldnt feel. To bad that little boy/girl wasnt allowed to express who she was….

Its taken her 35 years, and shes is still trying to crawl out from under than shame. The difference is, she has loving, supportive people around her now. 🙂