Constance, this is a very good report by a person helping families understand and help their transgender children just as they would their cis-gender kids.
It does a marvelous job of highlighting how being transgender strikes across class, race, creed, religious, political, cultural and historical boundaries.
May it assist you, and contribute to your courage to speak up and speak out on behalf of transgender people in your lives: the ones you know…and the ones you don’t!
Love, Charissa
Constance…I can tell from some of your emails and contacts that you are feeling good about this poem, as an awesome and metaphorical take on life, a means by which I am communicating my point of view regarding spiritual things…
…thank you for the kind words…
…BUT…
This really happened.
Every. Single. Word.
I really am, Haunted by a Lovely God…
I really do…feel such guilt that They have haunted me, and I am always so torn at why they singled out this fickle girl when there are so many so much more deserving than I.
It is an absolute fact that when I hear someone speak of how God wasn’t there, I grieve sorrowfully and sit, silent and still.
I am also going to be editing a lot…for rhythm. There is a thrum and pulse in this poem, and it wanders in and out of it, and when I read it aloud more of it comes into focus for me…so check on it a lot, if you enjoy it…it is going to be changing faster than Charissa Grace on her miracle HRT!
Love, lots of love and great puzzled thankfulness for being haunted,
Charissa Grace
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