Archive for the ‘truth’ Tag

Full stop.

A (.) is a Full stop.

In Aviation, deciding to land, versus doing a touch-and-go, is a Full stop.

For Lisalee, deciding to help, not hurt, share, not hide, love, not hate, respect all, is a Full stop.

There comes a time in everyone’s life when you must take a stand, even if it’s just for yourself.  To choose the higher path, the more difficult road taken, the moral high ground.  To say no to oppression, bullying, evil.  To do what is right, even if it means the ultimate sacrifice.

I know you’re out there, nameless, faceless evil.  I’ve felt you lurking, scheming, acting.  Your machinations have made me stronger, and you the more transparent.

You

Will

Lose.

This is my Full stop.

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To get to here, you have to start there…

I previously linked to my friend Aria’s new post here.  I’d like to add some thoughts, observations, and conclusions of my own.

I discovered, over the past six months to a year, how much I dislike fighting.  Whether it was commenting somewhere or on my own blog, I felt the same disquiet fall over me like a cold fog.  I felt dirty.  Every time.

I’m not angry, or bitter.  Really.  I actually love who I am and the life I’ve created for myself and my spouse.  I’m at ease and content with my life.  Life has become a series of daily challenges, to be won or lost.  And, contrary to popular belief, this started before my surgeries, not after.

I’m tired of the old ways, of constantly defending myself from the onslaught of ridiculous accusations and slurs to my character, intelligence, and sanity.

I’m not on display for some man’s prurient interests, nor will I continue to respond to his overt or covert verbal violence.  If I’m not pretty enough or feminine enough, too fucking bad.  My spouse loves me just the way I am.

I didn’t “cut my balls off”, nor did I “mutilate my genitalia”.  I had corrective surgery.  It has nothing to do with you so get over it.

And I didn’t decide this in a drunken stupor, listening to country music, which I actually like.  This was decided for me before I was born.

So….

If you’re looking for a fight, go elsewhere.  I refuse to play that anymore.  I will not respond, nor let others goad me into responding.

I will not go looking for fights and drama.  I’m done with that.

I will try to be a good example for others.  I will practice live and let live.  Everyone has the right to choose their own path.

I choose the path of least resistance.

This is going to be a great year!

They don’t need to know…

I was going to comment here about this, but decided to hold my tongue.  As a user of the VA system myself, the only people that need to know are my Primary Care (PC) and my GYN.  Everyone else accepts me at face value, and why wouldn’t they?  I don’t wear my past on my sleeve.  What I truly find interesting are the comments chastising the psych for his choice of descriptors and demanding an apology.

Apologize for what?

When has it become a crime to speak the truth?

I had a problem with a provider at my local (Atlanta) VA.  She misgendered me three times on three separate occasions.  She apologized all three times but the damage was done.  Instead of getting all huffy with her and her supervisors, I did the sensible thing.

I dumped her.