Constance…yes to this, sort of.

But know that this doesn’t absolve you or anyone else of the responsibility for what you do with that gun inside your soul…you know the one, that gun that you use every single day, and that you have killed people with:

the tongue.

Yesterday?  I did not ask to be called what I was called.  I did not unconsciously draw that term to myself.  It came to me for a lot of reasons of very mixed motive and origin.  The person who said it did not intend to shoot me.  She had made a mistake, one I knew nothing of, and did not want to be underneath that burden so she brought it out to me in the name of asking forgiveness…

…sort of like one sister plays with a gun and accidentally shoots another.

That bullet took my smile, seriously wounded my attitude, and inflicted great damage on my sense of worth.  It is not something I gave away, and not something I asked for or wanted.  It is going to take some healing, and some outside medication from somewhere…God knows where in our world of isolation…Mama will find a way of this I am convinced.

My point is this:  do not deceive yourself that you do not bear accountability for what you choose to say and what you choose to leave unspoken.  Spoken words can be bullets and silences can be flamethrowers.

Now…my responsibility is to get to “the Doctor” and do my rehab…and somehow find ways to be safe while living trans.

Whoda thunk that I could be shot in the heart of a daycare for children under 6 years old?

Life and death are in the power of tongue…

Some speak rashly, like the thrustings of a sword,
but the tongue of the wise promotes health.