Picking Up the Pieces
Still kind of in shock after Kya's passing.
The memorial is on Monday, and on her Facebook page, people were posting information about it, and one of her friends who claimed to be Kya's friend since kindergarten kept using male pronouns and calling her John. This infuriated me. I called him out on it politely, saying we should respect that Kya would have wanted to be referred to as "she." I didn't think that was out of line, but I just hope that no one takes offense to that, even if my criticism was justified. Anyway, I'm worried that there is some anti-trans vibes going on amongst her old friends, so I hope the memorial won't be awkward (not to mention that I don't really know anyone who is going).
I've started posting a bunch on Susan's Place, which is a pretty prolific transgender web forum, and I feel like I've found such an uber-awesome online community here. Everyone is so sweet, friendly, welcoming, and knowledgeable. Now after Kya's death, not to mention the whole LGBT organization in Ventura going under, I've felt like there's been this big hole that needs filling in my life--a longing for some kind of trans-community that I can feel a part of. Susan's Place is becoming that community that I definitely need at this point in my life.
Speaking of community, our support group is doing much better! I know there's like only three people that read my journal, but if you are interested in coming to a support group in the Ventura County area (just north of Los Angeles), e-mail our facilitator Mack at
mackgoodingwaldron@gmail.com. I know this is a serious long-shot, but even if you're just in the area temporarily, the more trans-people the better. We're all friendly, nice people and we have very productive meetings. Trans, friends of trans, cross-dressers, all of these people are welcome. No batshit crazy psychopaths or creepy stalkers though, please.
On the topic of changes--a few things. My breasts are actually becoming, well, breasts. I think I mentioned that semi-recently. I'm still amazed that this much has happened so far. Also, looking at before pics and pics from today...I'm actually quite shocked at how much has changed so far. A lot of it is just my skin complexion and lack of blemishes, of which I had significantly more of before HRT. It's almost night and day.
Sometimes I get discouraged. Then I think about Kya, and I remember what she would always tell me: baby steps, one day at a time, and don't give up on being yourself. I won't, Kya, I won't.
Moving on,
Tea
The memorial is on Monday, and on her Facebook page, people were posting information about it, and one of her friends who claimed to be Kya's friend since kindergarten kept using male pronouns and calling her John. This infuriated me. I called him out on it politely, saying we should respect that Kya would have wanted to be referred to as "she." I didn't think that was out of line, but I just hope that no one takes offense to that, even if my criticism was justified. Anyway, I'm worried that there is some anti-trans vibes going on amongst her old friends, so I hope the memorial won't be awkward (not to mention that I don't really know anyone who is going).
I've started posting a bunch on Susan's Place, which is a pretty prolific transgender web forum, and I feel like I've found such an uber-awesome online community here. Everyone is so sweet, friendly, welcoming, and knowledgeable. Now after Kya's death, not to mention the whole LGBT organization in Ventura going under, I've felt like there's been this big hole that needs filling in my life--a longing for some kind of trans-community that I can feel a part of. Susan's Place is becoming that community that I definitely need at this point in my life.
Speaking of community, our support group is doing much better! I know there's like only three people that read my journal, but if you are interested in coming to a support group in the Ventura County area (just north of Los Angeles), e-mail our facilitator Mack at
mackgoodingwaldron@gmail.com. I know this is a serious long-shot, but even if you're just in the area temporarily, the more trans-people the better. We're all friendly, nice people and we have very productive meetings. Trans, friends of trans, cross-dressers, all of these people are welcome. No batshit crazy psychopaths or creepy stalkers though, please.
On the topic of changes--a few things. My breasts are actually becoming, well, breasts. I think I mentioned that semi-recently. I'm still amazed that this much has happened so far. Also, looking at before pics and pics from today...I'm actually quite shocked at how much has changed so far. A lot of it is just my skin complexion and lack of blemishes, of which I had significantly more of before HRT. It's almost night and day.
Sometimes I get discouraged. Then I think about Kya, and I remember what she would always tell me: baby steps, one day at a time, and don't give up on being yourself. I won't, Kya, I won't.
Moving on,
Tea