Listen, I loved my father. It was out of that love and respect that I split in two, so I could please him. I heard his heart even thru other things. He never bullied me like what you will see in the beginning of this lil video…but he was a towering figure, and his presence was writ over my life large. When the twist at the end occurred, a torrent of tears tore loose…and I could not help but wonder what would have been…could have been. I used to mourn and grieve the amount of time I had left…before I was at last released and set free from this double crossed body, betrayed by sin and betrayed by gender..but now? I mourn and grieve the time I have lost, wishing I had those years to live proper as myself.
I mean…bff…would that particular source of weirdness and strain and uncertainty that surrounds our friendship be present if I had the right body? I don’t think so…I think that after the oddity of how we connected so deeply via writing and then fell into our future and walk our our present backwards, navigating the folds…after that was internalized, it would be a casual shrug, and we would be free to function in our world as we women always have, under the noses and before the unseeing eyes of men who comfort themselves with thoughts that we are like cackling hens and chitchatting crickets easily satisfied with baubles, shiny things and trinkets.
But for me being me…the penumbra of ignorance that surrounds me colors everything, taints everything…i think i would die if it ended up impacting you harshly and causing you trouble in your life. It haunts me, frankly, and makes me want to flee screaming in the night “unclean, unclean!” Modern day leper.
Anyway, this video is very redemptive, and gives me hope…inspiration…to keep going forward and not quit, and pray that my pain would be transformed into someone else’s power.
Bleeding and unable to staunch the flow,