I am a transgendered singer/songwriter.
I am about to begin transition, but I consider myself to be just as much a woman right now as I will ever be.
A woman like your mother.
Your sister.
Your girlfriend.
I have been given many gifts.
I have been given a curse.
The things I intend to do with my life are going to be more magical than a silly old curse could ever be. ;)The world is so much bigger than so many people realize.
There are so many facets we never look at, because we have been taught to be small, and scared, and close-minded.
I looked at every facet until I found the one that made me happy.I love...
- My heart, for showing me how to be a girl.
-My best friend, Lauren, for keeping me The Right Kind of girl when I start to go astray.
-Tyson, for always being a man. That's a good thing and a bad thing. ;)
-Andrea, because she's always seen the girl I haven't always been.
-My family, for supporting me in my choices.
-Jelissa, for giving me hope and for reminding me that I am not alone. All I have to say, people, is that you're gonna want to keep your eyes on us. ;)
-M, for being living, breathing, proof that good guys do exist, and for showing me what it is to break a heart.
-J, for forcing me to pick up the pieces of my heart, to rebuild myself from scratch, and to promise myself that I would never let anyone get in the way of my dreams again.
-A, for teaching me that fairytales belong in Disney movies. For showing me that I could love again. For the reason we couldn't be together, and the fact that it forced me to look at the deepest, darkest part of my jealousy harboured towards women. Because you showed me my path in life, and because I feel sorry for you.
-My haters, because you drive me to work towards a world where people are judged for the strength of their character, the depth of their love, even the color of their hair or the back pocket on their jeans... but never for the neat little category society decides to place them in._________________________________________________________
__Here I lie on the bathroom floor,
broken and bleeding and torn in two.
A reflection of what I was before,
and faced with a vision of what I must do.
Seven years of bad luck slice at my hands
as I push myself up and onto my feet.
The fact that nobody understands
devours the blood and the pain with its heat.
Slithering, glittering, luxurious thing
coiled inside of me, ready to spring.
She is the reason this glass has been broken,
and She is the reason these words must be spoken.
Haunting and taunting and scratching my skin,
all these years She has pushed to get out from within.
A polished and jewel-studded, lace-covered dream.
Venemous eyes on the cover of a magazine.
A voice yet to be heard, revolution on the tip of Her tongue.
A caged, precious bird with a song to be sung.
Try as I have for all of these years
to make sure that Her story was one that I told,
She's been dreaming too long of new frontiers
beyond the bars of Her cage, even though they are gold.
So here I stand, facing a shattered collection of portions of Me;
the many dying fragments of a "Once Upon a Time" He.
A blood-drenched newborn in a couture gown,
cut by the pieces of her only twin.
Frail and alone, but inhaling a crown
with every breath that she takes in.
Here I dwell, in a land of shattered glass and doubt.
Yet as a serpent sheds its skin, I shall steal away from this.
And every time I see that glossy, fang-concealing pout,
I kiss goodbye another shard of captivity,
and take a step towards my bliss.______________________________________________________
_____I am not male.
I am not female.
I am both and neither of those things.
I am the third gender.I am something of wholeness.
I am a world in and of myself.I will be feared by some. Others will worship me.
I will remain true to myself.I am more woman than my haters will ever have,
And more man than they will ever be.
And vice versa.I am an artist first and foremost;
I live to create and to change.
My work and my self are works in progress,
and will always be.I am a singer and songwriter, actor, dancer and choreographer, makeup artist, writer, poet, and visual artist.My favorite canvas is myself.I bare my soul to the world.
I wear my heart on my sleeve.You don't know me.
I know more about you than you'd like to admit.I don't need to be taken care of.
Most of the time.I don't want to take care of you.
I will if you need me to.I am not heartless.I love to laugh.
I love to make others laugh.
I love McDonalds, diet coke, the color pink, and vanilla ice cream.When I stand in the hills above the city, and look out over the sea of lights in the night, every single one looks like an opportunity.I will always cry when King Triton breaks everything in Ariel's cavern in "The Little Mermiad".Or when the stepsisters rip apart the gown in "Cinderella".Those bitches.I have something to say.I will not be silenced.I refuse to be what you expect.
I refuse to be what you want.
I refuse to be what you need."Elegance is refusal"
-Coco ChanelI am dark on the inside.You will only see it if I want you to.Money, cars, jewellery, and small pretentious dogs won't buy my love.Love cannot be bought...And neither can I.I don't want to have sex with you.I don't want to give you my number.
I'm not going to call you.I want your attention.
I want to be noticed.
I want to be listened to.I will get what I want."Beauty is power the same way money is power the same way a gun is power."
-Chuck Palahniuk
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