This is my third attempt at a blog tonight. The previous two attempts I found that I had run dry of things to talk about. I could blame it on work, but that wouldn’t be 100% true. Some days, you don’t have anything you want to get off your chest. I guess I’m just having a trans duvet day.
I thought I’d catch up with what other folk have been up to. I headed into Chrissy’s blog (which is always good for a read) and I was…. [sighs] here words begin to fail me. I appreciate that that’s a bit melodramatic, but stay with me. I tell you what, why don’t you go and read what happened and if you like, come back.
No really. Off you go. This’ll make more sense if you do. It’s not like this is going to evaporate.
Back huh? I felt shock first but now it seems to simmering into righteous anger. I must resist the urge to rant, but, no ***k it: I f***ing despise this pack mentality thing that some people have going on. Picking on people who are different or abusing those who know or who are related to that person… It is wrong.
People like Chrissy make it easier for the rest of us. They dare to do it FULL TIME, not the occasional swish down a far away shopping centre or a dash from the car to a nightclub. I’d like to point out that it’s not about labels, it’s about people just have the right to be who they need to be.
Sometimes I feel like there is a war going on. A war against the stupid, the ignorant and the bigots. Of course, in a war, there are casualties. Some of us pay very dearly for fighting who we want to be. The lucky ones – people like me and perhaps even yourself – float through life and never see that conflict.
Chrissy, if you’re reading this, I’m so sorry it had to be you and yours.
[ No points today for guessing the title is from Fatboy Slim’s track of the same name. Oddly, it’s also from Camille Yarbrough’s Take Yo Praise. I seem to recall that the subject of that song was Martin Luther-King (but I’ve been wrong before). Hmmm… Civil rights. ]