Number 142

A Day In the Life (Of a Mentally Ill, Transsexual, Stone Cold, Psychopathic Freak)

Below you will find a small sampling of comments from the interwebs that people actually wrote/said about me and my transgender siblings. It didn't take me terribly long to find them. Now I am quite sure that the three readers of my blog will be as appalled as I was when they read them. I know I'm preaching to the choir for the most part. And, in spite of the horrific vitriol contained in these comments, my intent is not to shock. My readers are smart enough to know that neanderthal buttheads like these folks do exist. Nor is my intent to try and explain how hurt I am by the hateful ignorance that oozes from these comments. Sure, the comments kind of make me sad, but seriously, these folks are dumb - why would I invest in them the power to hurt me? No, I have another purpose today, but before we get there, go ahead and read the prattlings of morons...

 

"Those transsexual freaks can go piss in the bushes."

"If you want to learn the awful truth about "transwomen" just spend a little time on twitter do a search on jk rowling. These people are the furthest thing imaginable from real women. The majority are to all appearances extremely narcissitic and/or autistic sociopaths who tend to react with VERY violent rhetoric and threats of rape and death to any real women... they deem to be less than 100 per cent accepting of their "womanhood." Stone cold psychopaths."

"Why do you pick a mentally ill person to be HHS Secretary? This one looks like an aging male bar band rock wannabe to boot." 

 

"Can't figure out what you are? Look between your legs. Still don't know? You failed biology. You are a special kind of stupid."  

 

"If the "it" ends up committing suicide the world will be a better place." 

 

"What the EFF is a transgender??? This is ridiculous! There are boys, girls and mental patients! End of story!"

Interesting, yes? 

So in light of my depraved psychopathy, I thought I would detail what I did yesterday in order to corroborate just how fucking strange this particular trans woman is.

4:37 AM    Woke up to pee. I'm 55 now, and rarely make it through the whole night without at least one potty break. Thankfully, after a few hands of solitaire on my phone I am able to get back to sleep.

8:10 AM    Scrambled out of bed for a quick shower. I volunteer four days a week at a downtown church that serves a community breakfast. I'm supposed to get there at 8:30 - I'm already behind. I dress in my workout clothes, because I go to the gym after serving breakfast.

8:35 AM    Walk out the back door and head to the garage.

8:36 AM    Run back to the house for my f*cking car keys that are not in my purse where they belong! Did I remember to take my morning meds?

8:43 AM    Do the breakfast thing.

10:16 AM    Arrive at the gym. It's an aerobic day, so I ride a bike for 40 minutes. Plus an ab set - there's always an ab set (sigh).

11:45 AM    Pick up a small salad from Noodles for lunch. Back at home, I eat lunch while I watch one episode of "CSI." I'm slowly working my way through the entire series thanks to the magic of streaming.

12:56 PM    Okay, I watch a second episode. Blame it on COVID induced lethargy.

2:10 PM    The winter weather is half-way decent today, and the dogs have been cooped up for a couple of days. I whisper two words - "dog park" - to them, and pandemonium ensues. I'm immediately annoyed with myself for doing this because I forgot to put the special 'no-pull' collar on Max first so I must accomplish this task while two 70 lbs. dogs wrestle with one another.

3:47 PM    Last summer I realized that one of the basement window frames was rotted out. Ever since then, I've involved myself intermittently with a project of building a new frame and window to replace the old one. I decide it's time to finish the task. One sliced finger later and with hair full of ancient spider webs, I kind of get the new window in place. Of course it doesn't fit exactly right, but it will have to do for now. Hopefully I'll remember to take care of it in the spring.

5:00 - 7:00 PM    Cindy and I sit together surfing our various electronic devices, each privately hoping the other will take the initiative and make dinner.

7:10 PM    After determining that mutually assured starvation is untenable, Cindy and I work together on our dinner.

7:43 PM    We sit down for dinner in front of the TV. Sue us. I am in charge of entertainment - a job I take seriously. As a trans woman, the irony that I'm in control of the remotes is not lost on me. I decide tonight will be a sit-com night. One episode each of "30 Rock," "Fraiser," "The Andy Griffith Show," and "Schitt's Creek."

10:21 PM    The dogs are summoned with a call of "last piddles and treats!" After which, all four of us head upstairs to bed.

11:03 PM    After a last surf, or a chapter or two from the latest book, it's lights out. Did I remember to take my nighttime meds?

Here's a question. Did any of you cis-gendered folks recognize yourself in there? I'm hopeful you did. And that is just the point I wish to make. Yes, I am a transgender woman, and there are certain times on certain days that I do things that are distinctly related to that, but for the most part, my life is, for lack of a better word, normal. In the spirit of full disclosure, a few of the meds referenced above relate to my hormone replacement therapy (the others are an anti-depressant and a sleep aid). And there were a few moments during my day that were specific to my trans identity; but seriously, if you were detailing your day, would you share all the intimate, private (non-sexual), moments of your day? There's a reason most of us like to close the bathroom door. 

I don't understand why there is such a loud, strident group of people who are so disturbed by my trans identity. I've shared the details of my personal journey of discovery before, so I won't do that again, other than to reiterate the point that my mental health is soooo much better now than it was before. So to hell with them. They don't know me, and I have no desire to try and untangle the knot of their intentional ignorance. I'm just another person in this world doing my best to make things a little bit better - just like most of you. That I'm trans has nothing to do with that.