Seventeen days.

I was born while Ronald Reagan was in office. Luckily, I was too young to know really what that meant at the time. My earliest memories are years later when Bush the First was running his course. I can remember dressing in my camouflage (tank top, shorts and canteen!) waving a mini American flag in front of the television while I watched Operation ( Read more... )

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L and I were driving to meet with my sister and nephew for dinner. There is countless construction going on on E. Washington Street, and on Post Road. Everyone is aware, everything is clearly marked. We're waiting in a long line for the light to change in order to be able to get over in the left turn lane. The line is long because the right side of ( Read more... )

L and I watched a documentary tonight called

">For The Bible Tells Me So. Basically, the filmmakers interviewed parents with LGBT kids, both young and grown, and also interviewed different theologians, pastors, ministers etc. regarding how the Bible is interpreted in regards to homosexuality.

This topic will always be one that hits a chord with me ( Read more... )

I'm not sure where I'm going with this livejournal post, so if you're not in the mood for scattered thoughts that may or may not have to do with anything of substance, feel free to skip on over. There's been a lot going on lately, both in the world and in my little life. I've been thinking ( Read more... )

I faxed the letter from my therapist to Dr. Brownstein's office yesterday from work. I've also E-mailed the patient history form back, along with a picture of my ta-tas. All I'm waiting on now is to make the phone call to set the appointment. The goal is to do it during L's winter break. I don't want to be gone for Xmas, though, so I'm trying to ( Read more... )

Once upon a time, long before the ambiguity and constant questioning that came with college, I was very self-assured. In fact, I romanticize the person I "used to be" so much that you'd think that I was my own hero. I try to remember, though, that when I was 17, I was allowed the privilege of being 17; consequences didn't always meet up with my ( Read more... )

Flashback

Picture it: Northern Indiana, late 80's. Reaganomics were rebuilding a struggling economy for all white men that were already rich. America is captivated by dancing, dried out prunes that surfed. We were all on the brink of Crystal Clear Pepsi, a void that is still unable to be filled... I was five, getting ready to start kindergarten.

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What? That's not how you spend your free time?

I'm not working today, so I spent last night writing a pamphlet defining "transgender" and listing out resources that I can have at work. I was up until five this morning. I just started going and couldn't stop... Or, I wouldn't let myself stop. Anyway, I'm pretty happy with it. I think the reason I'm ( Read more... )