Have been dressing and always have stayed with small breast 34 B since more clothing seems available that I like to wear. Have these silicone breast that feel and look so natural that no one seems to notice the male behind them. My friends say its time to get chesty and should consider going to a double D. The damn breast forms are 150 bucks and means all new bras so its an expensive move. Then there is that problem that you cant see your feet lol. Do you all find a bigger chest still comfortable in going public and feeling passable?
Went to the beach on saturday with Karen and Sandy and found a remote place where we all could lay out in our swimsuits.Didnt notice alot of stares so maybe ppl just dont notice eventho Karen is 6'2". Wore my big glasses and hat with the beach purse and laid out for almost an hour but no one went in the water. Afterwards we put our clothes on and stopped by a favorite wateringhole of ours and had the place hopping around the pool table. From there we all went to dinner together to show off the tan lines lol and got home to drink and watch tv together. Do so enjoy our outings together and talked about the urnotalone party in ohio but since so far we may just do our Vegas trip again this year with our group. Feelin alittle sunburnt now but it was so nice.
Hi there URNA friends. As I stated on my "Status/Banner" message on my main page here, I just recently sent the message below, to all on my Yahoo mail contact list, and also to some others on my Yahoo Messenger friend's list. Thank you for taking the time to read it, and if you can help, I would be very greatful and appreciative. I will help a fellow sister, or sisters, as soon as I can. Be well everyone.
W/Love,
Kelli
Hello Everyone,
About 3 weeks ago, I sent, to many of you, the e-mail below, asking for some help, and I explained why, etc. Well, "things" are not getting much better since then, so I'm sending this to everyone one on my contacts list, even to those with whom I don't have much contact with. And also, I wanted to add here, that I now have a PayPal account, so if you are still interested in helping out, that option is now available. Of course, as I said in this letter, if you can help--Wonderful, thank you SO much! (And, if you already have helped out--Thank You!!) And if you can't, I totally understand, believe me, I do. Oh, and since this was sent, I did go to Be-All, and I DID have a FABulous time!! And, somehow I did it all with less than $100 to spend, with MANY thanks to Dr. Ousterhout and Dr. Zukowski, who funded the scholarship I won, and to my friends Bobbie Jane, Zoey and Robbi, for allowing me to stay with them at the hotels. So, yes, despite my current troubles, I am definitely a VERY blessed young lady!! Thank you so much for reading this, again, and thank you all for being my friend. It's never easy being a woman, especially "starting out" this late in life...but, I'll get there, and become whole, of this I have no doubt at all. Best wishes to all of you in your respective journeys! And please, I am here for you also. Take care everyone. (HUGS)
~Kelli
Hello Everyone,
How are you all? As I am sending this e-mail to everyone using "BCC", that's why I say "all". And, although of course, this e-mail is going to each of you, individually, the reason I'm sending it to all of you at one time, is that I am needing some help. Financial help that is. I've been debating, in my mind, for months now, as to whether to send this e-mail...going back and forth, over and over again... is it wrong(even, "audacious"?) to ask for money from people, especially these days?....will I lose friends, because of this?....and, how could I prove, if I did get funds, where it goes/how I spend it?.... And, believe me when I say this--I REALLY don't like asking for help, especially financial help, as I feel like, I don't know, like a "failure"...and, maybe I am in some ways, as I have a job/career that doesn't pay all that much(around $10 an hour)(I'm a Digitizer--computer software embroidery, we manf. marching band uniforms)...and, I have, and am looking for additional work, but around here, there isn't much, but I'll keep trying. So, yes, I have thought about doing this for months now, and actually I did do this, via Yahoo 360, last September, as some of you may recall--and, I thank again, those who were able to help us!....and, even then, I felt very embarrassed to ask for anything(not to mention the timing, what with the economy going downhill fast back then....and, of course, it's not much better, if not worse, nowadays), At that time, I was still married, and my wife was going through her chemotherapy, after having surgery in May(2008), and almost concurrently we went into a bankruptcy, which of course, both being almost overwhelming for us. We persevered and made it through "Okay" though. A positive thing, during her illness(and, she's doing fine now, the cancer has not returned--one year now!), we both did become closer again (we'd decided the summer before to end our marriage, although I did hold out a sliver of hope that maybe we could stay together....)but, despite our spending more time together last year, we still came to the same conclusion: We needed to live our own lives, separately. This past February, Betty moved out, to live with her daughter and family, while I've been living here at home. Our divorce became final on March 13th...and, I must admit, that first month after she moved out was terrible, painful, not fun at all. But anyway, I'm doing better nowadays, at least emotionally, and I do hope that she is also. We still see each other often, mostly to deal with bills we still share in paying, and we get along well, that's not really been much of an issue. And I will always care for her, and love her, in some way. Anyway, my, and our main problem, is money, and it's becoming more and more difficult as the days go by. We are splitting up the 2 mortgage payments, evenly of course, plus a car payment, and I'm taking care of the other home "monthlies"(electric, water, etc.) while she has her own bills to take care of(chemo/hospital/doctor bills, plus her school loans)(and, she doesn't make much more than I do--she's a medical biller/coder)...but, now, it's come just about to the point where I, and we, can't keep up with it all. And recently I've been cut back to 4 day weeks. (She's still working full time, thankfully.) I've also cancelled the land line phone, and now the television costs(satellite), and a few other things(no, not food, I'm still eating, but not as much--can't you tell? ) So, we've decided to sell this house....despite how the market is, and despite the fact we probably won't get too much out of the sale, with those mortgages...plus, we couldn't pay our property taxes last year(still can't), and now this year's taxes are coming up soon....I think this is the point where I start sighing, and crying. I'm just so tired of this "craziness"....we almost lost her car to repossession a couple of months ago, and also one of the mortgages was a few months behind---thankfully, some family members helped out with those problems...and just last week I was 10 days not paying the electric bill on time...and, now I have to live on around $50 for the next 2 weeks, and dem cupboards are gettin' bare. Yeah, I know, that's not funny(but I still have my "wits" about me )...and, thankfully, just this past weekend, a good friend gave me a "care package" of foods. We, my ex and I, are having a garage/moving sale this weekend...hopefully that will help some. And, coming up soon, next week matter of fact, is Be-All, the transgender convention in Chicago, where I won a scholarship(thank goodness!), and of course that will help out a LOT, not to mention some special girlfriends who are helping me with hotel expenses--sounds very much like my SCC experience last year! But I'll still need gas and some meal monies...I really want to go, but of course, it's not a priority. One more thing--my gender therapy. I had 2 sessions, last August, and September, but since then, I've been unable to afford to go again(my deductable is $1000--employee based health ins., and I can't change that amt.), and at $150 per session, I just haven't been able to afford to go anymore since then(still paying on that bill matter of fact)....and, as you all no doubt know, therapy is a very important part of transitioning, and it's been very frustrating that I haven't been able to continue with it, and then begin hormone therapy eventually, and so on.... So, anyway....I am very sorry this is rambling on like this, and that I'm "whining" about all my troubles---I am sure that many of you are probably going through similar trials now, if not worse. I just thought that maybe if a few of you could help out, if only a little--and, believe me, any amount would be helpful.
Let me show you a very special letter, written to me last year, after I posted my "Yahoo 360 "Help" message", by a very very special friend, of whom without her help with another "task"(getting down to Atlanta and back), I'd never been able to have gone to SCC last fall.(she's SO much better at communicating what I am asking, than I am, as you will see. She would like to remain anonymous btw.) This letter has been edited some, since a few things have changed since she sent it to me last September:
Community Support – Please read and pass along.
Each day I am amazed at how large this community is, yet what a loose affiliation we are. Different in many ways, but yet a common theme that brings us together…as a group, imagine what we could accomplish together.
I’ve seen so much compassion and giving by many on an emotional level, that I’m wondering if we could do a little of the same on the financial side? Bear with me just a little longer please.
A few extra dollars individually may not mean much, but if we could harness the numbers, it could mean so much to members of this community.
Proposal - I would like for each of us to sacrifice a little. Maybe the dollars spent on coffee and bagel one day, a meal out, or a new skirt (ouch)…put it in an envelope and mail it to the following sister; either anonymous or with a note of encouragement and support.
Kelli Elam
P.O. Box 32
Greenville, IL 62246
PayPal: kellinicole127@yahoo.com
The Story: Kelli, and more importantly her wife have had a really rough year. Kelli’s wife has been fighting cancer these last few months, which has left them with without her income and an incredible amount of medical and personal expenses to cover. During this time Kelli has cared for her spouse, which prevents her from seeking a second job to address the shortfall in income. The prognosis is good, but they continue to fall further in debt.
I feel this couple could use some help, and ask that you consider helping if you can. I am not here to save the world, but I would like to help where I can. Am I naïve? No, I just want to be.
The Responsibility : This lies with Kelli. Here are a few things she must do.
1. Use our help only for things that allow her and her wife to get back on their feet again. 2. Pay it forward. She would need to solicit the next person in our community for support, and begin the process by telling her story. Kelli would be current recipient, and she would then help the next person. 3. This is a grass roots start, and Kelli would need to find a better way to get the message out. Maybe a flickr group, or a web page that she could administer, along with future people yet to be named. 4. Maybe a name for this group, or community support fund. 5. If Kelli receives more than she needs (can you imagine that) she will use this as seed money to support the next in line…just paying it forward.
The Community: The community must have faith and help with a few things.
1. Do not assume that $5, $10, or $20 is too little to make the difference. This thought often prevents people from giving at all. This amount or even $2 is quite a lot, considering the numbers we have. A little from many, can be quite powerful. Reference Alex’s Lemonade Stand. 2. Get the word out. You all have friends, and friends of friends that could help. Please forward this to others in our community. 3. If you know of someone who needs our help, please message Kelli, as she has the awesome responsibility of choosing the next person who could use some help.
Notes: Safety first. This message would potentially be viewed by those outside our community, who may not share our kindness. I recommend the candidates selected set-up a post office box for mail, and that we send either cash or a check made payable to cash to prevent names and addresses from being published. Maybe there are other ways to transfer a gift without names on either end?
This Is Not A Hand-Out…It’s Our Community Helping…Our Community. What’s in it for you? You mean beyond a smile and warmth in your heart? Send something to Kelli today and let’s see what we can do together.
Isn't she wonderful? A few addendum's to her proposal: Under The Responsibility: Of course, since we are now divorced, these potential funds wouldn't be directed towards "us", as it's just "me" now, though we do share in the mortgage expenses. And, I haven't set up any special web site, or a name for this support fund, but I'm sure I can do those things if need be. And, under Notes, as of right now, I've just set up the PO Box address, included within her proposal above(I'll type it again at the end), and now I have a PayPal account. And, since my legal name is still my male name, Kirby Elam, I wasn't sure, if I do receive checks, if it should be made out to "Kirby" or "Kelli"? Or, "Cash", as she suggested? And, I wouldn't recommend sending actual cash, but I guess small amounts wouldn't be a problem.
So, I have finally decided to go through with this, and as they say, "let the chips fall where they may", though, I'm still a bit hesitant. And, please believe me when I tell you that I will still care, and always will care for each and every one of you, no matter if you can help, or not, because I know you love me, as I love you all too. Someday, I hope the(pardon the pun) "coin" will turn, and I will be able to help others in need. I'm not desperate here, I'm just in a rough patch. So anyway, thank you all for reading this, and of course, thank you to those who can help. I will pay it forward as soon as I can. Thank you so very much.
Vicky and I finally closed on a Townhome in Hollywood, FL on Tuesday, 6/16. For those of you who don't know where Hollywood, FL is, it's about 30 minutes north of Miami and 15 minutes south of Ft. Lauderdale, a nice central location.
We are going to have some work done on the place over then next few weeks and plan on being there permanently when the work is finished... hopefully the 1st or 2nd week of July.
We'll be walking distance from our favorite bar, Trixie's, the only full time TBar in Southern Florida. It just re-opened after being closed for almost 3 months following the death of the previous owner, Stanley. You can expect to find us there most Saturday nights.
Finally, we'll have plenty of space in our own place and can settle in and make Southern Florida our new home.
Been getting out with the girls and am enjoying my life as a woman and seeing the evolution. I just enjoy all those things like lunches shopping and walks on the beach. I am reading romance novels and watching the soaps on tv and just loving it. It seems that I have been doing this long enough that I feel and see the world and people with a more soft tolerant and gentle way.Its like I have forgotten how to be male. This is so much better for me now and hope others find themselves and the girl within. On the other hand there is still that side of being a tgirl at the clubs that is really fun too.
Well the Crazy Bitch is still up to no good....Kristina came over the other day to hang out with me for a bit....Boy did i get a ear full....It's bad enough that she is living with her boyfriend Raymond...who she can't stand anymore...But now she is also seeing another guy name Bobby...He's 39 yrs old....(5 yrs younger then Kristina)...behind Raymonds back...She said she wouldn't be screwing Bobby if Raymond would pay attention to her.....Well I'm not taking sides here...But kristina has been living in Raymonds house for a year now....And not once did she get a job....she does have a little pet grooming salon in the back yard of Raymonds House......
And yes she does groom dogs.....But....she only does a couple of dogs here and there just for spending money for cigs or Crack or beer at the bar....she needs to get off her lazy ass and go get a full time job....even if it's something she don't want to do...it's something till something better comes along....She was talking about moving to Colorado with this guy name Bobby who by the way has no upper teeth....I can understand about starting over and living somewhere new to make a new start in life.....But not with some dumb ass guy that she met just a few months ago......
Whats going to happen if she goes way the fuck out there and shit hits the fan?....it's not like she has money in the bank and credit cards that could help her get back here if it don't work out....She's fucking Crazy...43 yrs old and still acting like she is in college.....Thank God i keep a job and pay my bills...don't have to worry like she does or will have to....And if she thinks for one minute that i am going to send her money to bring her ass back here...she is dead wrong...cause if i do send her cash she will spend it on crack then tell me a sob story of why she can't get on the bus or plane to get back here.....Yes she is my friend and i do like her alot...cause i see what she can be in life and all the cool things that she can do well.....But of course she don't see it....
She always say over and over again how she needs to get a full time job save some money and move....Been a Year....Nothing has happend and i do mean nothing...Her car is in Raymonds Name cause she can't offerd the insurance on it....And I'm sorry i don't see Raymond throwing her the keys and saying have a good life....
Kristina says she would leave in a Heartbeat if Raymond Gives her 3 thousand dollars to leave....Once again i can't see Raymond writing her a check for 3 grand...I'll keep u posted on her
The shit never ends here...Soon as u think the water is calm...shit hits the fan again...My friend Walt right now at this very moment is in our local Hospital getting his middle toe cut off....Why?.....cause it is infected...which is the result of not taking care of himself....See Walt is wierd....he let his toe nails grow and grow...to the point where his nails couldn't go anywhere but be pushed back into the skin ...what a fucking dumb ass....he could of gotton a pair of nail clippers for a couple of bucks at Walmart.......and advoided this whole situation....
While i was at work last night he texxed me from his Hospital Bed trying to convince me that he got a hand Job from a 27 yr old nurse.....LMAO.....Right.....sorry That never fucking happend...like his friend Bill said last night..if that was true....half of the men in this town would be in the Hospital.....He must be on some good drugs
Now an update on my Roomate Heather....She's still a Crazy fucken Bitch....But in all honesty i do like her....Why?....Don't know Yet....Last week...while her boyfriend Jason was at his place sleeping cause he had to be at work at 5 in the morning.....Heathers x boyfriend came by here and took her to a motel with a hot tub in the room....Did Crack...gave her x a blowjob....then came home 9 hrs later...trying to tell me that giving her x boyfriend a blow job was not cheating on Jason......Am i missing something here?.....I feel that means cheating....if I'm wrong then so be it....Her foodstamps were cut off cause they found out she was getting unemployment.....Did she get a job yet?......Nope.....I'll keep u posted...By the way....No Poor jason doesn't know what Heather did behind his back....
My Roomate Heather is a fucking trip...she's 35 yrs old....very cute girl....stands about 4 foot 11...Red hair...and a non stop yacking machine...I love her to death..as a friend and roomate....But she needs to get her shit together...As far as help keeping this place clean...she's dam good at it....
Right now she's on unemployment....June is when her checks will stop coming...She needs a job...she knows this....cause she mentions it almost everyday...But she doesn't do anything about it...What she does do is....sleep all fucking day till 1 or 2pm.....then she watches her stupid soaps...(have no clue which ones )...she'll then take a shower....and then she pops open a beer...and thats the rest of her day
She's a fucking trip...I first met her a year ago....she was my nieghbor who lived out back in apt 14 with her boyfriend at the time name Joey....(the little Hippy)...together as a couple they seemed good for each other....but i guess it wasn't behind closed doors...To make a long story short...Joey met a girl at work named Amy....and 3 weeks later he moved in with her and her 2 young kids....Just left Heather...I felt bad for her...But then i found out she was fucking around with the maintance man name Dan that works on our property...Jesus Christ..no wonder why he left her...
But as the story goes....she moved in here..she loves it...She hasn't worked since oct of 08...she can work...she just doesn't want to....lazy Bitch...And she has a habbit of hanging with all the guys that live out back....But she does have a boyfriend named Jason....(in time i will write about him)...I like him....he's a bit goofy but he has a good heart and this man works...
I'll tell u what's going to happend....come june...when Heathers unemployment runs out...she is going to end up moving in with Jason....Now he only has a room that he is renting down the street from us...he has his own private bathroom...but there is no kitchen in his room....he does have a fridge and a microwave...All i want sweet Heather to do is put the fucking beer down and go get a job.....I myself smoke pot on a daily basis...But i also work and keep a job and pay my bills...I'd like to see her get it together a little bit more.....I'll keep u posted on this person as well
About 2 yrs ago i met this girl named Kristina...she moved in here and rented the second biggest bedroom...when i first met her she had a job grooming dogs at a Pet store thats about 3 miles from the house...She was cool and yes i liked her...She's my age but a year younger...real pretty greek girl..(straight)..about 5 foot 7...a little on the chunky side...but it didn't matter cause her looks made up for it...
When we first met we hit it off right from the word start...While she was living here she had a crack probblem....i didn't know this at first...she was real hush hush about it...then one day she asked me if i smoked it....told her no....but i did in my late teens cause it was the thing to do in the early 1980's.....
Kristina was a trip....and still is today...she has a friend of her's name Rick that she has known for 15 yrs i guess...Rick is a Piece of shit in my book...he can get the best fucking crack in town...BUT...he makes kristina sleep with him for the stuff...and of course Kristina goes right along with it...cause number one...she knows Rick for many years...and number 2 the Bitch is addicted to it....
One time i said fuck it...I'll buy about 300 dollars of the shit through Rick..hook him up for getting it for me...then turn Kristinia on....Just to see what she is like when she is high off of Crack...OH MY GOD.....LMAO....I don't see how Rick fucks her while she is on it cause the Bitch does not sit still for one minute...she kept on walking around the room....peeping out the window blinds...looking under her bed..looking in her closet....going in the kitchen looking in there...she told me she thinks someone is watching her...or thats how she feels...As for me i just sat there at the kitchen table drinking a cold beer watching her do this over and over again
Well that was the first time i did that with her...and it was the last time....(just didn't buy anymore)...Now of course Kristina keeps on doing it...sometimes i would sit there with her while she is hitting the crack pipe...and i would smoke my weed from my lovely Bong that i call a Tokemaster....and just watch her while shaking my head...
The crack got to her...finally one day she lost her job at the grooming place...But of course Mommy and Daddy paid her bills till she got another job....while she was looking for work...she stopped at a local hole in the wall bar and met a fruit cake name Raymond
It was love and lust at first sight for the both of them...3 weeks later she moved out of here and moved into his place....which is a house about 2 miles from me....It was a fucked up situation to begin with...and it still is to this day...Raymond didn't work when i first met him...he was on unemployment...so instead of looking for work he would sit on his laptop all day at the eBay website....selling and trading anything and everything that had to do with Miami Dolpohnes football shit...and drink fucking Rumple mints liquir....
When kristina first met him she was in love...today she is lost but still living with him....and no Kristina doesn't work....why should she...she has it made....the house that Raymond has is in his fathers name so his daddy pays for the 500 a month morgage...plus daddy pays the electric....only thing Raymond has to pay is food and the gas bill...thats it.....Raymond finally got a job at Wendys...doing grill work...yes the bastard flips burgers 6 days a week....Now why would this 40 yr old man who has been in construction all his life turn to Wendys for a job?....Simple...
He went to jail for DUI...and while he was in he got the job at Wendys...work release i guess u call it...while he was behind bars....fucking Kristina took over the house and made it into a crack house...now that Raymond is out of jail and back living in the house...it's back to normal meaning no more crack..(at least at that location)...But plenty of drinking and Drama....What will happen next is anyones guess...I'll keep u posted
I can't beleave my friend and CoWorker Walt...that son of a bitch has a death wish..He's still fucking around with that 25 yr old girl from McDonalds...He asked me yesterday if i would switch shifts with him so he can go fuck this girl while her boyfriend was at work
What a Asshole...I don't get it....he has kids that age...He tells me..that he knows in his heart that he will never be married to this girl or even live with her cause of thee age difference....But he has no probblem fucking her till it's over...I can tell he pushes sex on her....cause when she asks him what would u like to do for the day...he responds by saying You know what i want....My God...what an ass...I do like this guy...he's good to work with cause he does his job pretty good at the plant...And yes we do work together a couple of times a week...And we do talk shit to each other....But what he really needs to do is find someone his own goddam age..and stop fucking around with these young kids who have no life...or is lost in life...Yes she is 25 and a woman...but i met her...she is cute...but she is dumb as a bag of rocks....and fucking Walt is taking that for his advantage
One day...either she will walk away....or her boyfriend is going to beat the living shit out of Walt and probably kick her ass out of the apartment..it's just a matter of time...He thinks he is all bad and cool cause of his little girlfriend...Personaly myself i don't have a probblem dating younger people...Nothing under 30 yrs old...Why?...Because thats my choice
So today was my day off from work....Didn't do to much of anything...Didn't eat anything all day long except for coffee and some bottle water...So while i was in chat today at about 4 pm...i started to get hungry...But of course since I'm a woman i can't decide on Pizza from Jerry and Sals...or a thick juicy steak at a Sports Bar....
But i made the right choice and decided on the steak.....Went to this cool sports bar thats about a 15 minute walk from my house....Went inside and sat at the bar...it wasn't really busy in there and of course the bar staff were all new people..(As Always)...I ordered a kalua and Cream...(I do like those also...I don't always drink Jack Daniels)...Sitting next to me to my right were 2 young guys....they were both drinking beer and taking shots of Jack...one of the guys that was sitting next to me was celebrating his 21st Birthday with his buddy...Birthday Boy decided to slide over to me while i was reading the menu...lol...I must admit he was a cute little young thing....While i was ordering my steak he decided to buy me a shot of Jack and join him and his little friend who was only 22 yrs old
So Guess what?......I did.....i slid over to where they were....they both shook my hand and told me there Names.....Mike is the Birthday boy....and David is the little 22 yr old....we chatted a little manely about my bike that was right there out the window.....Then the 3 of us took our shots....Then Birthday boy decides to order himself a long Island Ice tea....why not....he can...he's 21 today....lol....My food came out...man was it good i love the way they cook your steaks in the kitchen on a fire grill....Outter crust...inside soft and juicy....Yum Yum...
While i was eating...Birthday Boy decides to order all 3 of us another round of jack....so he did...we all took our shot.....soon as i slid to the empty seat next to me to grab a napkin where the salt and Pepper was......Birthday Boy blew his cookies all over the bar...his friend got sprayed...if i didn't move i would of gotten sprayed also......LMAO....This Poor kid probably won't remember anything in the morning....Even thow...i never met these 2 goof balls before in my life....I had a pretty good time with them
Don't You just hate days like that?...Right now my life is.....Same shit different day..My life is starting to remind me of that Movie...Groundhog day...I get up every fucking morning..go straight to to bathroom for my morning unloading of the bladder...then i make a pot of fucking coffee...that i know dam well half of it is going to be poured down the drain....then i open my fucking blinds..to see if the earth is still out there....then i turn on the weather channel to see if i can beleave any of it....then it's fox news..then it's the puter
While i look at my emails...i then pour me a cup 0f joe...a little bit of cream is all i take...go back to puter...finish reading emails.....then off to youtube....then Fucking MySpace...then freaken facebook....then last stop is here...in chat...After that i take a shower...talk shit to my dumb ass Roomate...dress...catch a buzz...go back on line...then off to the Harley Plant.....I need a car.....I have a car but the transmission is fucked up...I have a bike....but the weather has been pretty cold and wet outside...so i can't do that.....My bills get paid....i keep a roof over my head and i don't call off from work....last time i did call off was 15 months ago...just need wheels..thats my only probblem that i am having right now....just need to fix my own wheels thats parked outside my livingroom window....or fucking buy another set of used wheels from someone i don't know through the paper
I have a friend of mine who's 53 yrs old.....He works part time at the Harley plant where i work at...Walt also works at fucken McDonalds doing maintance and cleaning from like 4 in the morning till 1 pm...Walt is cool but he is headed for a ass whipping...Even thow he is also the President for Our fire dept...one of these days he's going to be Head line news in our news paper...See Walt has been seeing this girl name Christina who also works at McDonalds..
She is 25 yrs old.....2 kids...and living with her Boyfriend Brian...Why is Christina seeing Walt?....cause she needs an escape rout from her boyfriend cause they are not getting along...And Walt is in it for the sex...and he loves it...thats all he talks about...while at work or anytime when he is with me...Christina this and Christinia that....He's been banging her for 3 months now on a weekly basis....I'm happy for him that he is happy....But what Walt don't understand is....one of these days he is going to get busted..and Probably by Brian Himself....then what?....I tell him almost every day...enjoy it while u can....cause when it stops it's going to stop...Either she is going to work it out with her boyfriend Brian cause he is the father of both her kids.....Or Walt is going to end up getting his ass whipped....there is no in between here...Funny thing is....when the fire dept gets that call to Christinas house and they see Walt splattered all over the walls...there is going to be some heavy news traveling over the News Papers.....President of Penn Township Fire company was rushed to local Hospital for Getting his ass whipped by Boyfriend of 25 yr old that he is banging at McDonalds.......LMAO...Everytime he goes and see's her..he texes me....i always make sure my ATM card is on me just in case i need Bail money for his stupid ass
Who am i and why am i here...That's the one question i get everytime I'm in chat..Well it's pretty simple to me...But maybe not You...Since the day i was born back in 1964...My body has been female....that's why my parents who adopted me named me Barbara...But growing up i did do some girly things now and again...But for some reason i always felt male inside...I didn't grow up with any brothers or sisters....so it was just me...I enjoyed....playing with Lincoln Logs...Those little plastic green army men..that come in a bag with like 100 inside...loved playing Basketball in High School....even thow i never reached over 5 foot 2 in hieght
I skate boarded...hung out with all the boys in my nieghborhood...went fishing...deer hunting...When i was doing all these things...i never knew that something might be wrong...like wait a minute...I'm male inside...but why isn't my body matching my inner soul of who i am????
I'm very very lucky that god allowed me to be a good looking woman...Cause he could of very well made me look like an ugly dog!!...No I'm not gay....that's another thing i don't understand about myself...if i feel male inside...then i must like women when it comes behind a bedroom door....Nope i don't...I like males...i also love Tg's and shemales...I just think they are the most sweetest looking people in the world...Just wish i could find just one that i can call my own...Not worried here...I beleave in my heart and well being that When i am ready to really meet her...God will bring her to me......Peace
Sunday, October 5 Awwww…..it’s now Sunday…the last day at SCC. Sadly, time to say goodbye…and yes, that was a difficult thing to do, just as I had read about in friends’ blog from previous SCC events. And yes, I did cry, in private…though, while packing when Tracy was in the room packing also, the tears appeared…but we gave each other a good long hug and that helped. Tracy, thank you for allowing me to share your room! Friends forever, girlfriend!! ((HUGS)) So, being the last day, of course meant: “Travel Day”! Which, for me at least, meant traveling as Kelli…and, after my successful trip to Atlanta, and with the past 5 days’ worth of accumulated experiences as Kelli—OMG it was JUST so WONDERFUL to JUST BE ME!!---I felt very confident that the return trip would be just as successful. But first: Packing! Or, should I say “stuffing”….and, then, I couldn’t get the big bag zipper to close! But, eventually, superior strength and determination won out. Tracy and I then went down for breakfast. What a sweet girl Tracy is…and no, not just because she bought my breakfast. For letting me stay with her, that’s an obvious one…but also, most importantly, for “being there”, and sharing her life with me during this MOST AMAZING of times in my life! And, as this was Tracy’s first time at SCC, I would suspect she shared similar feelings towards me. After breakfast we went back upstairs to finish packing. But then I remembered that there was some kind of “wrap up” meeting, and I’d thought it was open to any attendee…looking at my handy-dandy SCC booklet, and yes, it was! I thought this would be a nice way to end my time here, so down to the meeting I went. Tracy was still packing, and she had to leave for the airport around noonish, so she didn’t come with, but I was sure we’d be able to say goodbye after the meeting. Well, as it turned out, I missed her…sigh. But, that’s ok, we had a good talk before breakfast, and during breakfast too, so the bond of friendship is there. (and we chatted the next day on YIM, so it’s all cool) Ok, so I arrive at the meeting late…and, I notice my friend Leslie sitting behind the main tables, waving me in….yay, someone familiar and friendly(not that I found anyone who wasn’t friendly my whole time there…well, there were a few girls who, I don’t think it wasn’t being “friendly”, I just think they were nervous—perfectly understandable…and, after I would tell them that this was my first SCC, that seemed to help them relax, at least with me…). Everyone was introducing themselves, and telling what they enjoyed(and sometimes, disliked) about their time at SCC, and some offered suggestions to possibly make next years event an even better one. I noticed a few girls I was familiar with—Allyson, Leslie of course, Sandy Dunkle, a few others. Eventually, it was my turn to “Say Hello”, and, although I’m not an accomplished speaker(especially in front of a group) or anything, I think I did OK…I just thanked SCC for the opportunity, and of course, for the scholarship(and, not long after the meeting was over, Blake Alford, SCC’s scholarship director, came over with his business card, and a warm hug, personifying exactly what it was like to be there: Friendship, Harmony and Love—Celebrating LIFE!)…and also, thanking my friends—4 girls in particular: My “anonymous plane ticket benefactor”, and my roomies, Bridgett and Tracy, and also Chloe Prince, who, over those 5 days, became someone truly special in my life…truly, a “Sister” for life ( HUGS, Sweetie!!)…and, of course, I thanked my wife. I thought of her often during my time in Atlanta. Without her being in my life…where would I be today?? Not long after my “speech”, in walked the one and only Chloe! As the introductions were still going, I went over to talk(ok, whisper) to her…knowing we’d both be leaving Atlanta soon, so it was time to say “so long”…but not before one last hug(oh ok, 3), and also, more words of advice, and encouragement from her. I think she was almost as proud of my accomplishments here, and traveling, as I was! “Big Sister/Little Sister” indeed.
My flight didn’t leave until 4pm, so I had some time to get my bags, check out, and mingle some. (It was interesting that morning, in seeing some girls now in drab…and, for some, I REALLY had to think…”Is that…??” Wow!) For some reason, I forgot about lunch. (Yeah right, Kells ) I had some nice conversations in the lobby. But, I was also trying to figure out how I was going to pay for my big bag, because I knew it was going to be overweight, and they would tack on a $50 charge…and, I had around $35 on me…what to do, what to do. I did ask a couple of girls if they could help, but they couldn’t—either almost out of money themselves, or needing what they had to get home…all perfectly understandable. So it came time to leave the hotel. Sigh. As I was waiting for the shuttle to take to the nearby MARTA station, I met 2 lovely and sweet girls, Kelly and Jia. Kelly was there as a representative of Dr. Pierre Brassard, the well-known GRS surgeon from Montreal, and actually she said she did the seminar for him, since he couldn’t make it this year. She was very sweet, and gave me one of Dr. Brassard’s dvds. I also struck up a conversation with Jia, who I later learned was also from Illinois! We sat together on the train, and I had the most pleasant time with Jia…someone I would definitely like to stay in contact with. And, she helped me keep my mind off of feeling sad, leaving SCC and Atlanta. Thank you Jia!!
Ok, so this is where things get a bit “interesting”…not that my whole time up to this point wasn’t interesting…FAAAARRRR from it! But, this time, flying back home…and, I totally realized it after I got home and thought about this day…was a tremendous morale and confidence booster, and I was actually(a very rare thing for me) very proud of myself! Arriving at the ticket counter, with Jia, I placed my checked(not officially yet though) bag on their(Delta) weight scale thingy—“Ding Ding—68 lbs.!!”(silly thing, it shouldn’t say that outloud!! ) Which, meant it was now 18 lbs. overweight(I think I lost 18 lbs. while in Atlanta, hehe), and, now they needed $50 for the overweight charge…well, I only had $36(Oh, come on now, Delta, can’t you see WHY this bag is so huge?! SCC! Heloooo!!). And, Jia was about out of money herself…so, she suggested to find another bag and maybe they’d allow 2 carry-ons….but, after searching a bit at a nearby store, we couldn’t find any…and, then, out of the blue, 2 more fellow SCC’ers happened to walk by. Maybe they saw concern in my face(I really didn’t want to throw things away at this point to get under the weight limit, and besides, I’m in the busiest airport in the world, and I really don’t want to open my suitcase and rummage through….), and the girl(sigh…I still can’t remember her name…and, though her friend gave me his business card, and I wrote to him last week, thanking him(and his friend) for helping me, and asking what his friend’s name is…I haven’t heard back from him yet…so, for now, it’s just “the girl who helped me”. ) suggested we go to a nearby U.S. Postal store and stuff a couple of boxes…great idea—just as long as it costs less than $36, cause that’s all I had. Well, as it turned out, I didn’t need to worry about that part, since she said she’d take care of it…and, that’s another reason I need to contact her, I gotta pay her back! So(and by this time Jia had to catch her plane—thank you SO much for helping me, Jia!!) we went into the postal store, hurriedly made a couple of boxes, stuffed them full of shoes, books and a few clothes, taped them up(and actually, she did most of the work)…and, just as she was taping up the boxes, I looked at the clock—Ooooh, it’s 3:30!! My plane takes off at 3:55! OOOOPS!! She said “GO GO, I’ll take care of this….”, and I thanked her, then off I scooted to the ticket counter. Yay, the bag now weighed 49 lbs(we had weighed it in the postal store)--whew! Boo, I was too late…the bag wouldn’t make it in time.
So…..now, what to do? Well, now I had to go around to the other side to a different set of ticket agents, and, after waiting in line about 15 minutes(ya, I was starting to get tired), I tried to book a seat on a new flight, or actually, change flights, since it was already paid for….well, for one, there were no seats available on the 3 flights to St. Louis that day, and, yes, they charge $50 to change tickets…BIG double sigh. They said check back every half hour or so. Ok…sure….what other choice did I have? Well, first of all, I still needed $14 to pay for the $50 charge…so, without a debit card or any other source of money available… OH wait! I have my wits about me still! And, I’m Kelli, which means…well, let’s just say, people are more willing, I believe, to help women in need(I’m somewhat guessing there)—you know, a “damsel in distress”. Anyway, I went back to the central atrium area, and sat for awhile…but right before I sat down, I quickly scanned the area, hoping to find someone(s) who, maybe, just maybe might possibly be sympathetic, and possibly give me enough money(all I needed was $14!) to change the ticket. Yeah, I know, this sounds desperate, and, well, I was getting desperate, but I didn’t want to sound or look desperate… I noticed 2 women, probably around my age, and I thought, “Well, I gotta try something…” So, after a few minutes(after first saying hello), I began to introduce myself and then explain my situation. Well, within seconds(not kidding), the 2 women(2 more angels this day!) gave me $14. Of course, I wanted get their names to pay them back…but, they said not to worry. So, I thanked them, and hugged them too, and went back to the counter. Still no luck, all booked. I went back again to sit for awhile—same spot, and waited for awhile, and talked to those 2 nice women for a bit again. (Now I SO wish I could have received an e-mail address or something from them…but, oh well.) Then I went back again to the counter, and to a different agent. Still the same answer: No seats available. But, this person, a sweet lady, kept trying…and, after a few minutes, she said she found a seat! Yay!! As she was typing up the ticket info, I was mentioning to her my situation, that I only had $50 to get home, plus I mentioned the parking situation(needing another $60 or so…) back in St. Louis….and, I guess, she felt sorry for me, because she then said, “Forget about the fee, just go catch your flight, don’t worry about it.” Can you believe it?? I still can’t…but, it actually happened, and now, I had $50! But I still needed that, and a bit more, to pay for the parking in STL. But I was HUNGRY too, and, being that my new flight wasn’t for another 3 hours, and knowing there wouldn’t be much offered (cookies or peanuts—btw, I thought peanuts were banned on flights now, because of the allergens…guess not!) on that flight, I broke down and bought some fries at Wendy’s, and a drink. Now I could at least relax a bit, get some “nourishment”, and then think about what to do next(the parking situation). (Sorry this is so detailed, and no doubt tedious…but, it’s all a part of my first time out, at least traveling-wise, as Kelli, and really, I feel that I wouldn’t have been as successful in receiving help that day, if I were traveling as youknowwho…as you will see, again, on my flight home.)
Now, it was time to head to and through security. Ooops, I forgot my 3 oz. baggie! Thank goodness they had free ones near the checkpoint. Security, of course, was one place I was concerned about, at least somewhat, since I still have that “M” on my ID(drivers license)…but, coming down to ATL wasn’t a problem at all…and, this time turned out the same way! (I do wonder though, what each specific agent was thinking….) So, I gathered my stuff, put my sandals back on, and away I went to my designated concourse. SHEEESH Hartsfield/Jackson is HUGE!! They do have a cool tram to each concourse, but I decided to walk(helps to have those long moving sidewalks). I arrive at my gate about 3 hours prior to liftoff(OH, I would love to be the first transgender space tourist!! “All” I need is 20 million smackerooooos! Hmmm…maybe if I find just a few more “angels”….). Wasn’t much to do to pass that time away….I didn’t want to eat any more, since now I was down to around $46….there was a game on tv, but it was the Cowboys(boring!)….I could add to my journal, or do some reading, or call/text people on my phone….I decided to do the latter, while people watching(and, watching if people were watching me, hehe ). Yes, I called Jeannie. She was doing ok she said, and just about to receive another meal brought in from her church, and of course, I told her I would be a lil late. After awhile, I needed to use the facilities…yes, for “normal” reasons, but also because I hadn’t shaved my face since around 10am, and even though my beard doesn’t grow all that fast, I just felt like I needed it done. So, finding a stall, I scootched my carry-on in, and then proceeded to sit down and…shave too. (Try and picture that scene. ) I didn’t stop on the way out to wash my hands(that’s what Wet Ones are for!) and check my face—I’m still a bit concerned around “gg’s”, especially in that type of situation…in time, I’ll get better…plus, there were pre-teen girls in there, and they might say something to their mother’s, etc…. I sat back at the waiting area, as another hour passed…and then got in line for my seat assignment---yes, one more concern, since my boarding pass said “seat unassigned”, I guess since this was an exchanged ticket…so, even though I had the ticket… But, everything was fine, my seat was 37B…ok, that’s fine, I guess. It turned out to be 2nd to last row….ok no problem…but, when I got back there, and tried to place my carry-on in the bin above—it wouldn’t fit. Panic!! Well, ok, I didn’t panic, but I quickly thought, “if I have to check this bag….(you know, the $50 charge for an extra checked bag, and I didn’t have that much cash…)….” (Btw, remind me never to travel again without enough money! ) But, once again, another angel came to my rescue, as a flight attendant eventually, after a few tries, found a spot for it “mid-ship”. Whew!! I then sat for a few minutes in the last row, just to rest a bit, and also to think about this: I noticed my assigned seat was between to men…and, although I had been fine traveling as Kelli so far, I hadn’t run into this type of situation yet—sitting between to men, as a girl, and my first time…. So, eventually the folks where I was sitting arrived, so I had to get to my seat. This is where it gets interesting…again. >wink< Do you ever wonder why? Do you ever wonder, when things do go well, why it happens? I do. Maybe because life this past year or so hasn’t been all that great. My wife has cancer—although we hope now it is “had” cancer. And, concerns about paying the medical bills…along with the property taxes. We dealt through a bankruptcy. The “daily dealings” (what that does to my wife and her feelings, I mean…but, also just with simple things like, going grocery shopping, buying gas, etc., and wondering if I will get “those looks”, or something else—though I guess it does “help” some that I’m more in an androgynous stage vs. fully looking feminine, especially living here, in Podunkville, where most people know me….) of me, as I inch along with my transitioning. And along with that, our plans to split-up and divorce eventually. And, coming out to various people. A LOT on both of our plates. So, when good things happen, it’s kinda shocking. And, I must say, almost everything good happened to me on this trip---and, it’s a good thing, because I NEEDED everything to go well, just to make it home! So, now I’m sitting between 2 men---hopefully gentlemen! The man on my right never said a word to me the whole time in the plane(around 90 minutes). But, thankfully, the man on my left, in the window seat, was just the opposite of that. I believe the word “gregarious” fits him perfectly—in every positive sense of that word…in other words, he talked to the folks in front of us, the folks behind us, the flight attendants…but, most importantly, he was friendly and nice to me. “Hi, I’m Terry….” “Hi, I’m Kelli….” Eventually I began talking about my wife, and her recent troubled times with her illness. And, I’m sure he heard the “my wife” part, I had said that several times over the course of around, oh, the first 45 minutes of our conversation(we weren’t constantly talking the whole time…but, when we weren’t, I was wondering what he was thinking…and, also wondering if he was glancing at my chest…well, hey, I had never sat this close, for this long, to a man before, dressed as Kelli…). But, he never seemed changed expression or give any hint of curiosity. Eventually he related why he was on the flight—he was heading to Nigeria to visit an online girlfriend…I kid you not!(And, I thought I was “crazy”, driving 300 miles to go meet Jeannie when we began dating, after meeting online ) But, he forgot his visa...so, he had to return home to the St. Louis area. I felt for the guy…and, I hope that they can someday get together. Not long after that, he asked me what brought me to Atlanta. And, I really didn’t hesitate at all. I’m just SO tired of hiding who I am, having to be careful, etc. I will keep doing that, for Jeannie’s sake, and for mine too, if I believe my safety might be of concern. But he seemed the sort who wouldn’t mind…and yes, I was taking a chance, especially since I still planned to ask him for help with my parking situation. “I was in Atlanta for a convention of transgender people…yes, I am transgendered.” He then said that he had no problem with that, and everyone has to live their lives as they see fit…. I was SO relieved! He then said he was curious after hearing me say “my wife”….but he was cool about it. So, not long after that, and feeling more confident TO ask for help, I explained my parking situation, and that I needed around $20. Out of the kindness of his heart, he gave me $40! SUCH a sigh of relief came over me! I’m breaking into tears now just thinking about it, as I did then. I said I would pay him back, and he said that’s fine, take your time, and gave me his business card. So, yes, once again, another angel entered my life that day. Several times, until we parted, he would say “young lady….” when speaking to me, or “this little lady….” when speaking to someone else… and I thought that was pretty cool too. He even pulled my carry-on to the luggage carousel. I thanked him again, and then we parted ways. So, yes, once again, another angel entered my life that day!
Well, the rest of the way, it was just catching the shuttle to the parking area, paying the attendant, and driving the 60 miles home—hoping that the car would make it without breaking down! It did…but I didn’t---not break down I mean. Maybe I’m exaggerating about this…being still so close since I was away, but I really think that this was…maybe with the exception of time when I knew I had fallen in love with Jeannie, and she felt the same for me….the best time of my life! And, as time will tell, possibly the most important week of my life. Definitely one of the proudest times! I really did this….I went to SCC! And, I traveled there and back as Kelli! And, I had no problems, with either situation…besides the low cash flow of course. But that’s the thing: I had to keep calm, cool and collected while trying to find a way home—as Kelli…and, although I had obviously not planned to have such a difficult time going home, I think I learned some valuable lessons along the way. (One, that it pays to be a girl sometimes---I’m serious, because I really believe if I were traveling as Kirby, I would not have been as successful with all the people I encountered that day who helped me get home. Maybe I’m wrong there, but I don’t think so, and besides, I don’t plan on traveling in male mode anymore anyway. ) The main lesson learned? Be confident in who you are! Leading up to going to SCC, that’s what my friends kept telling me—“Just be confident, Kelli, and that will help you in so many ways…..” And, it’s so true! Jeannie was in bed by the time I arrived home. Still awake though, and she was happy I was home safely. I wanted to let her get her rest, so I related my “travel travails” the next day. I know she can never be as proud of me as I felt about myself that day, and that’s ok, it’s perfectly understandable, but maybe, deep down, she thinks what I did was “OK”. For once in my life, I was proud of myself!! A good beginning to hopefully a good, and successful new life.
Where do I go from here? Well, for one, finish this blog! Hehe…sorry for the length(if anyone is still with me—Thank you Thank you!! ), but I had to express what happened during that most wonderful of times! Wow, it’s 2 weeks almost to the minute now since I left home…a time I know I will never ever forget. And, I must re-thank all of those angels who helped me experience this “New Beginning”. First, my wife—for all the obvious reasons. Secondly, “my friend who wishes to remain anonymous”(wasn’t that Prince’s name back in the 90’s? ), who purchased(let me use her miles, actually) the plane ticket. I obviously can’t post her link here, but maybe this "Friendship" will be a good representation of her, and our friendship. Next, Bridgett Sommers, my first roomie---and, what a lovely girl she is. Here’s just one sample . Love you, girl, thank you!! ((HUGS)) And next, Tracy Schapes, my Saturday roomie—one of the sweetest people I met in Atlanta(good thing, eh?? )! Love you too, girl! ((HUGS)) Chloe Prince , who probably doesn’t need an introduction, but she does have my love for a lifetime. Thank you, Sister!! ((HUGS)) And another friend, who couldn’t be there, is Samantha, a friend from California, who has been SUCH a good friend the past couple of months, with her always kind words of love and encouragement—and, clothes! Thank you SO much, sweetie(and your friend Sammi too!)!! ((HUGS)) And, Candice, whom I already knew from URNA, but I had wanted to meet for quite awhile, not only because of the obvious reasons, but also because she’s been such a sweetheart with her concern about my wife…as she has went through similar times recently with her wife. Love you so much, sweetie! ((HUGS)) Oh, and of course, the many other friends I met while at SCC! Oh gosh…Michelle, Deja, Gina, Debbie, Sandy, Cheryl, Leslie, Rachel, Danielle, Rebecca, Tara, Cami, Kim, Bonnie, Christianne, Ronnie, Keri, Mandi, Shawna, Allyson, Kelly, Jia, Lee & Friend(at the airport)….and, many many more!! Love you girls!! ((HUGS)) Oh, and yes, Larry, my friend from Canada—thank you, hon! Oh, and of course, everyone involved with SCC—the staff, the volunteers(I hope to be one next year!), and especially Blake Alford, for offering the scholarship! ((HUGS)) Oh, and the hotel and staff at the lovely Crowne Plaza-Ravinia! And, yes, I DO plan to stay at your fine establishment next year—and hopefully next time paying my own way. >wink< All those involved with the seminars…and specifically for me, Donna Rose, Jessica McKinnon and Jennifer Boylan…all amazing, all inspiring….just amazing. And thanks to everyone at the Vendor area(all SO friendly—sorry I couldn’t buy anything—next year!), and also the people at the Career Fair. Hopefully by next year I’ll be better able to use your services….unless I have new job/career going by then of course. Oh, and all who were so very accommodating over at the Perimeter Mall—at the restaurants(Yay, Hudson Grille and Goldfish!), at the stores(Yay, Charlotte Russe and Arden B.!). Oh, and of course, last but certainly not least—Delta Air! I think I have a new favorite airline. Oh, and I must thank all of those online girlfriends, who couldn’t be in Atlanta, but encouraged me to have a great time, and LIVE life as the girl in my heart. Love you girls!! And, one more thank you: To Jessica, my best friend: I know you wanted to be there with me, and with “the girls” (next year, girl!)…but believe in yourself, honey, and believe that things will get better…with your health, with your career, with your parents…and hey, with your love life too! Go for it, girlfriend!! Love you SO much! ((HUGS))
Well, now I’m a “veteran”, not only of the SCC experience, but of being out in the world as Kelli. Of course, I know that I have a LONG way to go before I am completely comfortable in the world as Kelli…and, the world comfortable with me too. But I am heading, finally, in the right direction. I am very excited, and, much more confident in myself, and really, in others too, especially those in the general population. I know I won’t always be as fortunate as I was, in my travels that week, but then again, the confidence I did gain will be invaluable, as I continue along my journey. I must admit here, that I was humbled, very much, by the amazingly gorgeous, sophisticated and intelligent(and fun-loving!) girls I met while at SCC. Now, yes, I know, this isn’t some type of contest(though maybe it is for some, and that’s ok) to “be the best girl at the party”…and, that certainly wasn’t why I wanted to attend this event. And, this is just me talking, but given my history of low self-confidence(for many reasons), I did sometimes feel I wasn’t quite "there" yet, that I wasn’t quite “cool enough”…and yes, being with that many girls all in one place at one time, at times was a bit intimidating…but, those moments didn’t last long, as I truly did feel my confidence growing, the longer I was there. But, I did learn many valuable lessons while there—most important though, truly, are the friendships made, and the love shared. YOU are the main reason I had the wonderful time I did have while at “Celebrate Life—2008!” Thank you Girls!! Thank you SCC!! What a perfect way to begin celebrating my new life!
Vicky's modest so I'll go ahead and post this. The History Project http://www.historyproject.org tracks important events in LGBT History. They also have a section for important events in LGBT Latino/a History and Vicky gets several mentions...
1980: The Paradise gay bar in Cambridge initiates Boston's first Latino Night with popular disc jockey, Conrado Cardenas. The event soon moves to Chaps (*Note from Jon: it moved to Chaps in 1990) and is greatly amplified by empresario Alvaro Ortiz, discover and promoter of Vicky. Latino night becomes a significant AIDS education vehicle for latino gay men.
1994: World’s First Lesbian and Gay Latino Theater series, Spic Out: Latino Lesbian and Gay Theater, produced by Abe Rybeck and the Theater Offensive, brings a new queer Latino performance scene to Boston. Plays and performances written by Beto Araiza, Carmelita Tropicana, Enrique Oliver, Senel Paz, Marga Gomez, Paul Bonin-Rodriguez are featured. *Note from Jon: Enrique Oliver's Play was Castro's Child, in which Vicky played the Alter Ego of a Cuban Exile living in Boston.
1996: WGBH's La Plaza presents Boston, Wednesday night… The Night That I Met Vicky. Wednesday nights are when Boston’s Latino gay and lesbian community comes together at a disco known as Chaps. This show interviews Vicky and others about Latino night at Chaps.
1998: Vicky, Boston’s most recognized Latino drag performer produces the first Miss Gay Latina Bombshell contest. It is held at the Jorgé Hernandez Community Center at Villa Victoria in the South End, making it the first Latino gay sponsored event at the Center. Contestants include Boston's Avian Waters, Coco Lopez, and Amanda.
1998: Vicky sponsors a party at Buddies that coincides with the 100th anniversary of the invasion of Puerto Rico by the US on August 25, 1898.
**This blog was written in early October, so please don't be confused by any "day/time" mentionings. And, if you do you this--Thank you, so much! It was written with a lot of excitement in my mind and love in my heart.
**Also, I'm having to split this into 2 parts, since for some reason I can't get the whole blog into this one journal entry--so, the final day(Sunday) will be posted on my 2nd journal entry. Thank you for taking the time to read it all! ((HUGS))
Hello everyone! Well…I finally did it…no, I didn’t climb Mt. Everest…but, in a way, I did climb over a big mountain called “Fear” or, “Anxiety” or, “Apprehension”….and, all of those feelings now seem far behind me, even though it’s only been a week now since I first arrived in Atlanta for the Southern Comfort Conference. Yes, I just said I was at THE SCC!! WOOHOO!!! (calm down sweetie, you have a HUGE blog to write…maybe an all-nighter…I better go make some food….) So, yes, this blog may run a bit long…longer than usual for me at least…but, hey, this just may have been not only one of THE best weeks of my life….but, maybe, one of the most important times I’ve ever had, especially as a girl of course. And, not only for the time spent within the confines of the SCC experience, but I also traveled there and back home as Kelli. That’s HUGE for me!! The whole time was amazing….well, let me tell ya a little bit about it. Please count the “!’s” I use—could be a record!!
Let’s start at the beginning of this “SCC process”. As some of you already know, I requested, and received a scholarship from SCC, and also had MAJOR help in getting there(flight paid for by a loving and precious girlfriend, whose wish of staying anonymous will be honored), and staying there at the Crowne Plaza-Ravinia(with 2 girlfriends, Bridgett and then Tracy, who both said “not to worry, we’ll take care of it…”), and help with clothes from another girlfriend, Samantha. And last but certainly not least—my wife, because, if it wasn’t for her agreeing, at least up to a point, that this trip would be a good thing for me, I may not have went...but then again, to pass up this opportunity...and, with others who were out there, offering help....plus, my desire to go was SO high... so it would have been difficult not to go. And of course, if she wasn’t doing well enough, and someone(thankfully, her parents were here then) couldn’t be here the day I flew out—she had her last chemotherapy treatment that day…I probably wouldn’t have went. And, also, she gave me some spending money…practically all the money I brought with me($100), so I knew she was at least somewhat "pro-SCC for Kelli". And, I had more help when I was there, but that’s getting ahead of myself. And, I think I’m done with thinking: “Why me, why am I SO fortunate??” I just need to do the same for someone else someday.
Wednesday, October 1
Ok, so, being without much money to use for this trip(I started out with $100…and, this was a concern, not all the time, but it was in the back of my mind most of the time while there), I wanted to park the car(another concern—it’s about on it’s last legs…or axles) at the nearest train station(for free) and take the train 30 miles to the airport ($2), instead of parking near the airport for $12 a day(which means I’d need $60 abouts when I got back--more on that later) …well, it didn’t quite work out the way I planned—mostly my fault, I waited till the last moment to pack, and then I couldn’t get it all in one bag(extra bag--$50), so, being stubborn as always, I brought the extra bag, since I wanted as many clothing options as possible! By this time, it was about an hour past my planned time to leave(longer travel time using the train to the airport vs. car only), so I had to get going(EEEEK I didn’t wanna be late!!), so said bye-bye to my wife, but not without thanking her again... and I took off…and, about 2 miles out of town, I looked over and…EEEEK, I forgot my purse!! So, knowing I have the cops in my back pocket, I sped back home and grabbed it, and said my goodbye’s again to Jeannie. An hour or so later I made it to the parking area and then the airport and the gate with around 40 minutes to spare. But, not before spending $50 for that extra bag…so, I now had $50 to spend at SCC over a 5 day period. Now that I look back on that, it’s totally amazing how practically everything had to work out right…and, it did!(more on that later) Oh…and, I forgot to mention—I was “dressed” from the time I left the house, until I arrived back home on Sunday night. Yay!! Going through security went smoothly…even got ‘ma’amed”(first of many times!). The flight was smooth and easy, and quick(Yay, I had things to do!! (teehee). The next challenges were picking up my luggage and using the MARTA train to travel north, stopping near the hotel. All good there too! I think a couple people were looking at me…but, hey, I’m cute, maybe that was the reason.
So, now I’m getting off the train, and I know it’s only around a ½ mile to the hotel, so, in my infinite wisdom, I decide to walk over there…I needed some exercise anyway, so off I went. I think it took 30 minutes to walk that half mile—traffic lights galore(grrr), plus hauling almost as much weight as I weigh…but still, I could see the “Crowne Plaza—Ravinia” sign in front of me! “One foot in front of the other, Kelli girl, you can do it, this is where you’ve wanted to go and what you’ve wanted to do for SUCH a long time….” And, I did it!! I didn’t see any trumpeters blowing a tribute, or banners welcoming me, specifically(next year), but that’s ok, I arrived, safe and sound, and no significant complications. That wouldn’t be quite the truth going back home….but anyway, now it was time to celebrate!
I checked in…though that turned out to be a bit of a trick(I forgot the name Bridgett used to check into her room, oooops), but they finally relented in giving me a key(I practiced my eye-batting and pouting techniques on the plane). I then proceeded up to my room, and then went “Ahhhh”…as I layed on the bed for a few minutes. But not for long! I’m HERE!! And, I gots lots things to doose!! I changed clothes, freshened up a bit, and then headed back down to the lobby. I needed to sign in/register for the conference, so I asked someone at a nearby table where I needed to go. But first, I wanted to see if there was anyone familiar roaming around the front of the hotel, the lobby, and also over at what appeared to be the hotel bar. And, well, yes there WAS someone familiar in there!! OMG…it... was…really…HER! I bet my eyes were as big as her…uhumm, you know…. when I first set eyes on Chloe Prince! Wow, it was really her, giving me the warmest of hugs!! She then invited me over to their tables for pizza and a drink. And, although I didn’t recognize her at first(duh!), there was Tara, a long time Y360 friend. It was just too cool to have those girls there, along with many others that I didn’t know before, but were of course, just as nice and friendly as Chloe and Tara.(remember, this was, with one exception(albeit a BIG exception, my first time out back in December), the first time I was with other girls in a public setting(I had met Riz in August of 2006, and Jessica, in July of 2007(first time ever dressed with another girl, and also someone else see me dressed—2 of her neighbors)) So, after awhile, Chloe took me down to the registration room, where I met the lovely Debbie Dunkle! But, I had forgot to bring my registration code with me, so, it was back upstairs for that. But, before going back down, we went to her room, and Chloe offered to give me a personal makeover—YAY!! How could I pass that up?? That was SUCH a fun time! But the best part for me was just getting to talk with and be with her. She’s been SO good to me over the past year or so….longer actually…and talking to her, finally, in person…not to mention watching her make me up purtee, was one of THE highlights of my whole time in Atlanta, it really was. I have many wonderful sisters/girlfriends, mostly online, but Chloe’s right “there”, near, or at the top of that fabulous list. I am SO blessed. Thank you so much, Chloe, for helping me start off my time at SCC in a most fabulous way! ((HUGS))
We then parted ways for awhile, as I needed to change again, shave, etc., and hopefully meet up with my roommate Bridgett, and see what her plans were for the evening. And, there she was, the one and only, Bridgett Sommers!! Another heroine to my rescue! We had a nice talk, and then I proceeded to get ready for the evening, not exactly knowing what I was going to do. I told her that I still needed to register, so I went back down for that. Not long after, Chloe saw me and asked if I was going to Agatha’s Mystery Dinner Theatre. No, not at all, I couldn’t afford it($65)….well, she said someone had to cancel and she had a ticket available. Cool! Sure I’ll go! So, I decided to go up and change clothes again(familiar theme amongst most of us girls while there I’m sure)…and, I almost missed the bus! But, I made it, and I’m glad I did, because I had a lovely and fun time. I sat with Chloe(of course), and made some new friends on the bus over there, and at the dinner table. Everyone had a part to play during the course of the show, which was cool. The 2 actors were quite funny…lame once in awhile, but for the most part it was a fun show. (A sorta play on Annie Oakley) One girl sitting close to us particularly enjoyed it, she was laughing SO loud and often! Little did I know then that this particular gal would play a big part in helping me arrive home on Sunday. Anyway, the show was now over, and we rode back, and I was sitting with Chloe, and she once again, gave me good advice, on how to have fun as much as possible and don’t hold back….knowing that I am somewhat shy, or reticent, when I’m around people I don’t know well. I took her advice to heart…but, I still had those “moments” over my time there. I have to admit, the whole thing was overwhelming at times. But, overall, I think I did pretty good. So, once I got back to the hotel, it was quickly “beddy-bye” time for me. Just too tired…not only from the traveling, and traveling for the first time as Kelli… and, yes, a bit of nerves, but not bad really…I was just exhausted…not getting enough sleep the week before leaving....and I guess the 30 minute hot shower contributed to my fatigue.
Thursday, October 2
For the previous 5 days, I had a total of around 18 hours’ sleep…so, yeah, I was exhausted, and even though I had wanted to attend a 9 o’clock seminar that morning, I’m glad a “slept in” (8:30), since I would need that rest for the rest of the week/weekend! Bridgett had just returned from a run, so we coordinated our plans for the day. There was one other seminar I wanted to attend that day, but mostly I was free to do whatever. So we decided to try the mall for lunch and some shopping afterwards, which freed up most of my morning to mingle and check out the vendor area. There were some nice things I wouldn’t have minded buying there…but, without much money available, I just “window” shopped while there. I really wanted one of those cute little jewelry trees one vendor was selling…oh well, next year. After awhile I went back upstairs to get ready for the mall. This, of course, would be another “first” for me, going shopping(and eating too) en femme. And, as food courts usually are around noonish, it was BUSY! I think I did fine though…it helped that Bridgett was with me, along with Cheryl Jackson, oh and also, our mutual URNA chat room friend, Larry from Toronto—that’s literally what he goes by in that room, “Larry from Toronto”(I’m assuming there are no other Toronto’s in the world.). He was sweet, not that I didn’t think he would be….but, you know, most guys on the ‘Net are like—WEIRD!! Anyway, we had a nice lunch together, and, although I was not particularly looking at people and seeing if they were “looking” at me/us…I’m sure there were a few…but then again, maybe not, but by that point, I really didn’t care, and from my previous day’s experience traveling as me, I wasn’t all that concerned. I had on fairly short denim skirt(what was I supposed to do while in Atlanta, hide my most precious feminine attributes?? >wink< ), a pink tank with a tan hoodie with a pair of tan 3” wedges. No, I’m not exactly “fashion conscience”, like SOOO many girls I met while there in Atlanta, OMG!!(I think that’s great, more power to them!) But, I got by ok while there I think. Anyway, after lunch, Bridgett and I split from Cheryl and Larry and did bit ‘o shoppin’. I mostly watched Bridgett shop actually. But, we did find some great bargains at a couple of stores….can’t think of their names at the moment…wait, Arden B. was one…and Charlotte Rae, I think...anyway, I found a lovely little black dress(never had an “LBD” before), ties over one shoulder, off the other(showing my “K” tatt btw, yay!), and fairly short(duh). (yes, I know, I didn’t have much money…but a couple of girls the day before graciously gave me some spending money, and good thing, or this shopping “swarwey” wouldn’t have been possible) Sweet Bridgett, after I found another dress to wear (and by then the cash was dwindling) for Saturday night, said she would buy it for me!(ya shoulda seen my face then! ) It was all pink, which, for me, was perfect, since this would be my first “ball”(behave!) and pink being by far my fave color….and, above the knees of course. Yay, I now had more options for Friday and Saturday nights! We also paid visits to a MAC store and a VS store…both shockers there, eh girls?? We separated for a bit after that….so, I went to Claire’s and bought a few hoopies. We connected again,, and then I went back on my own to the hotel, walking over with some sweet and fun young kids(ok, I “almost” were their ages). All in all a most pleasant experience for a first time mall chickie.
I arrived back at the hotel, and not long afterwards, I had to get ready for the evening dinner, back at the mall, at Hudson Grille….and, yes, I received another “freebee”, this time offered by Debbie Dunkle’s lovely wife, Sandy. (By this time, I was wondering if my name really was “Dorothy” and I truly was on a Yellow Brick Road.... ) I rode a shuttle over with my Saturday night roomie Tracy and her her friend Deja, and other girls too. As per usual, I didn’t eat very much…I just have to be careful while dining out, with my screwy food allergies. But anyway, not long after finishing, I was SO pleasantly surprised by a visit from not only Bridgett, but her(and mine too!) good friend Candice, from Boston(she's a good friend via the URNA chat room). OH I had been wanting to meet this girl for SO long! Her nickname in the chat room there is “Sweet Boston Candy”---and she definitely IS one of the sweetest girls I know. I almost started to cry after we hugged…but she said to not do that, and to just be happy that we finally met. After dinner, and after taking some outside photos, we all piled back into the shuttle and back to the hotel. I didn’t have any set plans that night—just “hangin’ around” the hotel, the bar there, or wherever. I did go into the bar for a bit, mingled some…but, I also needed some alone time, to gather my thoughts. It had been a whirlwind 36-ish hours up to that point, and I felt I needed some time to sort things through. Maybe that sounds odd…but, remember, this was only the 2nd time I had ever been out, anyplace, ever…if you can count my whole time at SCC plus the traveling as “one time out”. My first time was last December, on my birthday, no less…and in San Francisco, the so-called “capital of trans”(it sure ain’t Greenville ! ). Pretty good deal, with these first two outings, me thinks! So, I layed down on the bed, watching the VP debate…and, that had me so excited that I ….fell asleep. For about an hour…and then I freshened up and went back downstairs, hopefully finding Bridgett and Candy…but, no luck, and I feel like mingling much anymore that night, so I went back upstairs and took another refreshing shower. (Yeah, I know—“Party pooper”, that’s me.) Bridgett came in around 1am…I think…and I said that maybe tomorrow we can all, me her and Candy, go someplace to eat, dancing, etc., and she said that’ll work. “Nite-nite Bridgett” “Nite-nite Kelli”
Friday, October 3
Being the Internet/chat addict that I am, I awoke around 5am, to get an early start on chatting and IM messages…and, I sure didn’t see many girls up at that hour! I did get into the URNA chat room though…but, hardly anyone was there…I guess most were in Atlanta! (What was cool though, was later that day, while chatting on Yahoo Messenger, was making contact with a girl, Adrienne, that I hadn’t chatted with for over a year…and, there she was, as I was sitting in the “mecca” of trans-celebration!) So, after awhile, I picked up a bagel, a drink, and went back upstairs to get ready for the day. (Btw, I wore a white long-sleeved sweater with a pink tank underneath, along with a denim skirt and 2” tan wedges--hmmm, sounds familiar. And all either were from Goodwill or Payless…kinda sad isn't it? But, at the same time, some really good bargains…plus, with our finances as they are….sigh.) Another BIG day planned, this time with seminars, the career fair, luncheons, a lovely dinner(and lovely dinner companions!) and, although not originally planned--a fun time at the hotel bar. Let’s start with the seminars. The first was at 9am, with Donna Rose. What an amazing, and of course, obviously gorgeous, woman!! I thoroughly enjoyed her talk…and, I wish it could have lasted another hour. I did get to introduce myself after her talk. And, that was just my first brush with celebrity that day! The next seminar was with Jessica McKinnon, a voice trainer/educator. This was my first exposure to any type of voice training, and I enjoyed her presentation, so much so, that I signed up for a private voice lesson the next morning, up in her suite. (more on that later) I sat with a new friend, Michelle from Boston, whom I had met the day before…and, btw, I absolutely LOVE you Boston girls! It seems like I met at least 7 or 8 while at SCC—all lovely, all friendly, all fun! (I think Boston just moved into 2nd place on places to move to eventually, hehe.). And, so, after that seminar, I had lunch with Michelle, and also with a few Jersey gals. And, again, I ate little…but that’s ok, I was just SOOO happy, being there at this Conference! After parting with Michelle, and going up to freshen up, I went back down for the Career Fair. It was good, and informative, but not being in a position just yet to change jobs/careers, or move from here, I just mostly talked to a couple of presenters and picked up some literature. After that, I went to the vendor area and browsed. No purchases, just browsing. No cash, no purchases. >pout< I LOVED the jewelry trees one vendor had, they had the body of gorgeously dressed women, with various “branches” to hang necklaces and such, on each side…but, oh well, next time.
My next seminar was with Jennifer Boylan. And, other than just being here, and traveling there and back, and of course, being with my friends, one of THE main things I wanted to do while at SCC was to attend one of Ms. Boylan’s seminars. Just before going in the Maplewood B room, I ran into(not literally, she could hurt me if I did ) Chloe, and she was going to see Jenny (oh yes, I’m on a first-name basis with her ) also! Being that I had wanted to meet Ms. Boylan ever since reading her wonderful book, “She’s Not There”, I just HAD to sit in the front row. For the first hour, she mostly read passages from her new book, “I’m Looking Through You”, of which I haven’t read yet…was planning to before leaving for Atlanta, just ran outta time, yada yada….and, she interspersed that with her infectious humor, actually throughout her session. I enjoyed my time with her even more than I thought I would! And, afterwords, she signed autographs—yes, I brought both books with me! I even asked her a couple of questions, and had my photo taken with her—YAY! Wow….I’m now sitting here at home, thinking about being with her…and really, my whole time down there...and, it’s been almost a week now since arriving back home…and, I’m getting tearful thinking about how special a time I had…and, wishing it could have lasted longer. But hey, magic happened, for me, and no doubt for MANY other girls last week, and, at least for me, it was quite an emotional time too.
So, anyway, my next stop was back to the room, since Bridgett, Candice and I had dinner plans that evening. When I arrived in the room, I heard someone in the bathroom, and, I thought it was Bridgett. “No no, uh-uh…”…it was Candice! Getting ready, and since she was staying at another hotel, it just made sense for her to get ready with us. She is SUCH a fun girl! And, I thought I had nice legs—omg, Candice has WAY better…well, she should, she rides her bicycle over 5000 miles a year! After we were all done making ourselves perfect(I had on a new black dress, the same one I mentioned earlier), and, not knowing exactly where we wanted to go for dinner, we hung around the bar for a bit, and asked around for some good places to dine, and also some cool dance venues, because one thing I did want to do with Candice was dance with her(and Bridgett also of course), since she has a bit of a “reputation”(no, not THAT kind ) as a great dancer, and I was hoping to discover that. There was a club, “Le Buzz”, that was fairly local, and that catered to TG’s, and supposedly had dancing available, but then we heard that, at least that night, it was just going to be a drag show….so, we ended up not going there, after dinner. Well, as it happened, that club DID have dancing…but, but the time we found that out, it was too late. Oh well, at least we had a nice(and, OMG, at least to me…though the girls took care of me and my share of the bill—Expensive!!) meal together…along with a bit of flirting with the waiters and waitresses. (All innocent here! >wink< ) That dinner though, was part of the true essence of my time at SCC—forging close friendships, and, hopefully, having them last a lifetime. After dinner, it was back to the Ravinia. I found a couple of friends to talk to, and then I kinda lost touch with Bridgett and Candice, and eventually I went back upstairs to rest a bit. But, I didn’t wanna stay up there…I wanted to have some more fun with friends that night, so I went back down to the hotel bar, and, there they were! “There she is!”, said Candice, so I joined them, for what turned out to be the next 3 hours! More good times with them, and with other girls who came by to say “Hi”. I’d like to give a special “Hello” and thank you to two in particular—Danielle and Rebecca. You girls were so much fun! Danielle seemed to be admiring Candice’s legs…no argument there….and, after some coaxing, Candice relented and allowed(yeah, like she wasn’t gently teasing Danielle in the first place, hehe )(well, girl, you were!) Danielle to massage her feet. Yes, in the bar. But, hey, it was like, 2am now…”who cares”, right?? After awhile, I asked(or, maybe Danielle asked me…can’t remember, hehe) Danielle if I could take her place. Now, I didn’t actually plan to massage Candice’s, or anyone’s feet that night…especially in a hotel bar…but hey, it was fun, and Candice certainly seemed to enjoy it. >wink< Soon we were all getting tired…it was now around 3am…and, I was actually the last one out of the bar that night. Yes, me, “Ms. “Temperance”” And then, after going up to the room to gather her things, Candice and I had to say are goodbye’s(Bridgett had went back up an hour earlier), since she had to leave in a few hours, as did Bridgett. Obviously, the least favorite part of my time in Atlanta, parting from friends. I have a feeling I’m speaking here for many girls, but the friendships I have, and now, especially with the girls I’ve actually met in person, run VERY very deep, and it truly is a love of one’s sisters….we’re all in this together, and, hopefully, there will come the day when such conferences won’t be necessary…but, I know, that’s a long way off. If the general public could truly see the close bonds we girls(and no doubt, transmen also) have…and, yes, much of it out of necessity…and how we take care of one another…I think they would be very impressed. And, at the same time, our community needs to reach out TO the general populace, and show them, by our words, and our actions, that we truly belong in this world too. Anyway, by this time I was SO happy to be there that I hardly slept….and little did I know that I could have used more rest, after what happened over the next couple of days.
Saturday, October 4
It’s a good thing I didn’t sleep in, because then I would have missed hugging Bridgett and saying goodbye. I can never thank her enough for allowing me to stay with her, without paying my share of the room…my GOODNESS I have wonderful friends!! After she left, I got cleaned up and went down for some Internet and later, breakfast. By this time, I knew I only had around $50(Several very sweet and generous girls had given me some money while I was there…some, anonymously, and some not(you know who you are! ((HUGS)) )…and, well, I had spent some of that money shopping…hard to resist!...but, as it ended up, I should have saved that money for the trip home.), but I wanted decent breakfast (I think I lost around 5 lbs. during my time in Atlanta), so I went down to the breakfast restaurant(“La Grotta”, I believe) and ordered toast and tea(well, ok, actually hash browns, a bagel and OJ). Not long after I began eating, I looked up and saw Jenny Boylan and some friends walk in. That morning, I wore a pretty pink/tie-dyed style bandana(and a pink(yes, I have lots!)top and capri’s), and as Jenny walked by, she said, “Well hi Kelli(I think she said my name—maybe it’s just wishful recalling ), what a cute bandana, I like the look!” I smiled the rest of breakfast. Just a bit later, I sat with Allyson, a good friend from Yahoo 360, and who, later that day, during the Saturday luncheon, without her knowing ahead of time, would be given recognition for this event being her first time out in public as Allyson. That recognition couldn’t happen to a nicer girl, believe me. So, I finished breakfast, gave Allyson a hug, and headed up to Jessica McKinnon’s suite, for a private voice lesson. Just finishing her lesson was my long time online friend, Keri Renault, who I had met in the lobby the previous day(it was SO nice to finally meet her!), and it was nice to see her again. I really enjoyed that session with Jessica—she recorded my voice, and will be sending that file to me, and I can use that as a template as I continue working on my voice…which she said was pretty good already(Yay!). Thank you, Jessica! And then, I headed up to get packed…since I had to leave that room and stay with Tracy that evening. I somehow crammed everything into my 3 bags…but, I couldn’t find Tracy…her phone would automatically go into voice mail, and I did leave a message, but I never did hear back from her. Later on I found out why, and everything turned out ok, but it was a bit of a frustrating day. So, it was now around noon, and I had to get my stuff out of the room, but without a room yet to keep my bags, I had to leave them downstairs in the storage room. Which, was ok…but later on, I would need to change clothes for the pool party…but, that eventually turned out ok too. (Again, thank goodness for friends!!) The week before I left for Atlanta, I became acquainted online, with Mandi MacDonald, a gal from the Atlanta area. I think she’d left a message on the SCC Lounge Yahoo Group site, and I clicked on her name/profile, and found her story interesting(working for an airline, in the maintenance dept.—while transitioning…so, you can imagine, in such a “macho” type environment….), and sent her an IM, telling her I’m coming to Atlanta for the SCC event, and then she said we should meet up sometime….and, it worked out that we were able to meet for the Saturday SCC luncheon, and I enjoyed my time with her, and her friend Shawna. I also greatly enjoyed both Donna Rose’s and Mara Keisling's speeches….both true heroines of our community
So, now it was time for the pool party! Not being much of a “pool girl”, I was slightly hesitant in going…not to mention not wanting to scare anyone with my blindingly white skin…but, with Chloe giving me some of her old(but still good!) bathing suits(yes, one piece—I’m not THAT daring!), and figuring to see her there, I just “had” to go…but, I needed someplace to change clothes. Thankfully, Tracy’s friend Deja was in the lobby area, and I asked her if I could use her room to change, and being the sweetheart that she is, she said fine, that’s cool. She even let me borrow a lovely wrap of hers. I had a fun time at the party, and re-connected with Michelle, who looked very pretty, as she always did every time I saw her. Chloe didn’t show…well, at least I didn’t see her, but that was ok, she can’t babysit me every moment.
So, now it was around 4pm, and still no sign of Tracy. Deja said I could use her room to get ready for the evening’s festivities…and I thanked her for her offer, but I did want to get into my room(I should have coordinated better with Tracy beforehand). I did get an offer from Debbie Dunkle to use her room to dress…but things got a bit chaotic, what with my cell not always working, and going down to the lobby every once in awhile, hoping to see Tracy around someplace. And, for awhile, I did find another girl who let me keep my bags in her room—Bonnie, from Canada, who also offered to let me stay with her that night, in case Tracy didn’t show up. (Thank you, Bonnie!!) Eventually I did see her in the lobby—she was downtown for much of the day, shopping with a friend…and they had some car trouble, and got caught in traffic…which was all perfectly understandable. So, anyway, now I could get into the room…but now it was around 6pm, so we both had to scramble a bit to get ready in time for the dinner and entertainment. I just HAD to wear my new(thank you again, Bridgett!! ) pink dress! I ended up being a bit late(15 minutes abouts) for the dinner, but hey, that was ok, I didn’t eat much anyway(surprise!). After finishing, I went outside the ballroom and made some phone calls. I called Jeannie…I had forgot to call her yesterday(Friday), and I felt bad about that. She said she was doing fine, and was about ready to eat supper(her church was delivering supper every night while I was away). It was good to hear her voice. I also called a couple of girlfriends, one local to me(she was so surprised to hear from me!) and the other, my best friend Jessica, who would have liked to have been there(she was there in 2006), but with too many complications in her life nowadays, her health being one main reason, she just couldn’t make it…but she was glad I called. And I was glad to call them, and at least give them a bit of a taste of what I was feeling, being there, with some of THE coolest and nicest people I have EVER met in my life. I got a bit emotional sitting there…I didn’t wanna break down, out in the lobby there, but it was hard not to, knowing it was my final night. More and more people were leaving the ballroom by then, and mingling, taking photos, etc. I do hope to receive some photos of me from those sweet girls who took my picture!
Now it was around 9pm, and my feet were starting to bother me again…and, I wanted to change into something different, so I went up to the room and changed(cute black n’ purple top, cute black skirt, cute sho---ok Kelli, calm down). And, once again, to think too. SOOO much had happened to me in the past 4 days!! All good!! It was almost surreal….my whole life, with all the accumulated thoughts, feelings I’d had throughout the years….and, now, I was in this place, this truly magic place called the Southern Comfort Conference…and, I honestly had never felt this comfortable my whole life…trying not to cry while typing this….but yes, it was real, finally real, and, along with my travels as my true self, my time at SCC will never, ever be forgotten. Anyway, after getting done changing(and thinking), I went back downstairs. I noticed Tracy, outside the front doors, so I went out to see what she was up to. She was going to a club someplace…a “straight” club, and then asked if I’d like to go. Sure, why not? Well, after waiting around for about 20 minutes, I went back inside. Maybe it was a slight fear—of being out at a “normal” type establishment…or, maybe I was tired…or maybe it was just all a bit too much…yes, I’d been fine, traveling down, and at the mall, going out to eat, etc…and of course, at the hotel….but, for whatever reason, I backed out from going, and, as it turned out, it was really my only regret my whole time away. Tracy said that they had a great time, and possibly even opened some minds there…let’s hope so! I should have went and been a part of that. Next time, I won’t be so hesitant.
I did go over to the bar, talked to a few girls, but by that time, I was really tired(maybe you should eat more, Kells ), and, feeling kinda down, knowing this would be my last night there…and yes, with my worries back at home always in my mind(I’m sorry, but I just can’t not think about those things….it’s a big part of my life also)…I then went back upstairs, and eventually fell quickly asleep—TOO quickly, because I forgot to wash my makeup off. Oooops! I think Tracy got back around 2am, and she related how fun a time she and her friends had that night. Good for them, I was happy to hear about all of that. And, I really couldn’t complain—it was my fault I didn’t go with them. And besides, I had been having quite possibly the greatest week of my life…especially, obviously, my life as Kelli. So, I slept well that night.
I've been so disgusted listening to the Talking Heads spew bullshit on what needs to be done to get the Economy going again that I decided to write My Congressman. I encourage everyone to do the same, whether your view is in line with mine or diametrically opposed to it. Here's what I wrote My Congressman.
I'm writing to ask you 2 things and also to express my opinion.
1. Please Vote NO on any Tax Payer funded Bailout, of any kind, for Banks and Financial Institutions. As a Tax Payer, I do not want to see my Hard Earned Tax Dollars going to help out Companies or Institutions that have made irresponsible decisions. Large Firms should be treated no differently than Small Firms. If they can't stay afloat on their own, they should be allowed to go under.
2. Do NOT use my Hard Earned Tax Dollars to Subsidize the Mortgages of others. If a person was irresponsible enough to take out a Mortgage larger than they could afford then they should be foreclosed on. People must be held responsible for their actions. It would be grossly unfair to use My Hard Earned Tax Dollars to help pay off someone else's Mortgage. I have a hard enough time paying My Mortgage and My Monthly Bills without the Added Burden of Subsidizing someone else. Taxes are not levied by our Government to Redistribute wealth and it Offends me that it's even being considered.
My opinion on what should happen going forward...
1. Banks should require Substantial Down Payments before rewarding a Mortgage.
2. Banks should Verify Employment and Yearly Income before rewarding a Mortgage.
A comment on 1 and 2 above... This is what Banks always did until Our Government, towards the end of the 1990's, started pushing Banks to loosen their requirements so that more people could own homes. Well, guess what, not everyone can afford to own a home. I think that's pretty clear now and should have been obvious from the beginning.
3. Financial Institutions must be held responsible for the types of Financial Instruments they buy and sell. If they bundle up Worthless Sub Prime Mortgages into Financial Instruments and then can't sell them, well, that's life, they should be stuck with them. If it causes their Collapse, so be it.
To sum it up, Corporations AND Individuals must be held accountable for their actions. Using My and other people's Hard Earned Tax Dollars to Redistribute the Wealth to help the Rich OR the Poor, goes against everything this country stands for and the thought of it makes me sick to my stomach.
I just put up a Gallery of Assorted Pics from Boston Pride 2008. We had a whole bunch of friends up from Miami and we all had a blast, which I'm sure you can see from the Pics. The majority of pics were taken at Our place in the wee hours after Jacques Cabaret closed for the night.
Bigger chest?
Debbie Sullivan July 10th, 2009 9:35 am MDTHave been dressing and always have stayed with small breast 34 B since more clothing seems available that I like to wear. Have these silicone breast that feel and look so natural that no one seems to notice the male behind them. My friends say its time to get chesty and should consider going to a double D. The damn breast forms are 150 bucks and means all new bras so its an expensive move. Then there is that problem that you cant see your feet lol. Do you all find a bigger chest still comfortable in going public and feeling passable?
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Beach
Debbie Sullivan June 30th, 2009 2:41 pm MDTWent to the beach on saturday with Karen and Sandy and found a remote place where we all could lay out in our swimsuits.Didnt notice alot of stares so maybe ppl just dont notice eventho Karen is 6'2". Wore my big glasses and hat with the beach purse and laid out for almost an hour but no one went in the water. Afterwards we put our clothes on and stopped by a favorite wateringhole of ours and had the place hopping around the pool table. From there we all went to dinner together to show off the tan lines lol and got home to drink and watch tv together. Do so enjoy our outings together and talked about the urnotalone party in ohio but since so far we may just do our Vegas trip again this year with our group. Feelin alittle sunburnt now but it was so nice.
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A Sister in Need
Kelli Nicole Elam June 19th, 2009 12:58 pm MDTHi there URNA friends. As I stated on my "Status/Banner" message on my main page here, I just recently sent the message below, to all on my Yahoo mail contact list, and also to some others on my Yahoo Messenger friend's list. Thank you for taking the time to read it, and if you can help, I would be very greatful and appreciative. I will help a fellow sister, or sisters, as soon as I can. Be well everyone.
W/Love,
Kelli
Hello Everyone,
About 3 weeks ago, I sent, to many of you, the e-mail below, asking for some help, and I explained why, etc. Well, "things" are not getting much better since then, so I'm sending this to everyone one on my contacts list, even to those with whom I don't have much contact with. And also, I wanted to add here, that I now have a PayPal account, so if you are still interested in helping out, that option is now available. Of course, as I said in this letter, if you can help--Wonderful, thank you SO much! (And, if you already have helped out--Thank You!!) And if you can't, I totally understand, believe me, I do. Oh, and since this was sent, I did go to Be-All, and I DID have a FABulous time!! And, somehow I did it all with less than $100 to spend, with MANY thanks to Dr. Ousterhout and Dr. Zukowski, who funded the scholarship I won, and to my friends Bobbie Jane, Zoey and Robbi, for allowing me to stay with them at the hotels. So, yes, despite my current troubles, I am definitely a VERY blessed young lady!! Thank you so much for reading this, again, and thank you all for being my friend. It's never easy being a woman, especially "starting out" this late in life...but, I'll get there, and become whole, of this I have no doubt at all. Best wishes to all of you in your respective journeys! And please, I am here for you also. Take care everyone. (HUGS)
~Kelli
Hello Everyone,
How are you all? As I am sending this e-mail to everyone using "BCC", that's why I say "all". And, although of course, this e-mail is going to each of you, individually, the reason I'm sending it to all of you at one time, is that I am needing some help. Financial help that is. I've been debating, in my mind, for months now, as to whether to send this e-mail...going back and forth, over and over again... is it wrong(even, "audacious"?) to ask for money from people, especially these days?....will I lose friends, because of this?....and, how could I prove, if I did get funds, where it goes/how I spend it?.... And, believe me when I say this--I REALLY don't like asking for help, especially financial help, as I feel like, I don't know, like a "failure"...and, maybe I am in some ways, as I have a job/career that doesn't pay all that much(around $10 an hour)(I'm a Digitizer--computer software embroidery, we manf. marching band uniforms)...and, I have, and am looking for additional work, but around here, there isn't much, but I'll keep trying. So, yes, I have thought about doing this for months now, and actually I did do this, via Yahoo 360, last September, as some of you may recall--and, I thank again, those who were able to help us!....and, even then, I felt very embarrassed to ask for anything(not to mention the timing, what with the economy going downhill fast back then....and, of course, it's not much better, if not worse, nowadays), At that time, I was still married, and my wife was going through her chemotherapy, after having surgery in May(2008), and almost concurrently we went into a bankruptcy, which of course, both being almost overwhelming for us. We persevered and made it through "Okay" though. A positive thing, during her illness(and, she's doing fine now, the cancer has not returned--one year now!), we both did become closer again (we'd decided the summer before to end our marriage, although I did hold out a sliver of hope that maybe we could stay together....)but, despite our spending more time together last year, we still came to the same conclusion: We needed to live our own lives, separately. This past February, Betty moved out, to live with her daughter and family, while I've been living here at home. Our divorce became final on March 13th...and, I must admit, that first month after she moved out was terrible, painful, not fun at all. But anyway, I'm doing better nowadays, at least emotionally, and I do hope that she is also. We still see each other often, mostly to deal with bills we still share in paying, and we get along well, that's not really been much of an issue. And I will always care for her, and love her, in some way. Anyway, my, and our main problem, is money, and it's becoming more and more difficult as the days go by. We are splitting up the 2 mortgage payments, evenly of course, plus a car payment, and I'm taking care of the other home "monthlies"(electric, water, etc.) while she has her own bills to take care of(chemo/hospital/doctor bills, plus her school loans)(and, she doesn't make much more than I do--she's a medical biller/coder)...but, now, it's come just about to the point where I, and we, can't keep up with it all. And recently I've been cut back to 4 day weeks. (She's still working full time, thankfully.) I've also cancelled the land line phone, and now the television costs(satellite), and a few other things(no, not food, I'm still eating, but not as much--can't you tell? ) So, we've decided to sell this house....despite how the market is, and despite the fact we probably won't get too much out of the sale, with those mortgages...plus, we couldn't pay our property taxes last year(still can't), and now this year's taxes are coming up soon....I think this is the point where I start sighing, and crying. I'm just so tired of this "craziness"....we almost lost her car to repossession a couple of months ago, and also one of the mortgages was a few months behind---thankfully, some family members helped out with those problems...and just last week I was 10 days not paying the electric bill on time...and, now I have to live on around $50 for the next 2 weeks, and dem cupboards are gettin' bare. Yeah, I know, that's not funny(but I still have my "wits" about me )...and, thankfully, just this past weekend, a good friend gave me a "care package" of foods. We, my ex and I, are having a garage/moving sale this weekend...hopefully that will help some. And, coming up soon, next week matter of fact, is Be-All, the transgender convention in Chicago, where I won a scholarship(thank goodness!), and of course that will help out a LOT, not to mention some special girlfriends who are helping me with hotel expenses--sounds very much like my SCC experience last year! But I'll still need gas and some meal monies...I really want to go, but of course, it's not a priority. One more thing--my gender therapy. I had 2 sessions, last August, and September, but since then, I've been unable to afford to go again(my deductable is $1000--employee based health ins., and I can't change that amt.), and at $150 per session, I just haven't been able to afford to go anymore since then(still paying on that bill matter of fact)....and, as you all no doubt know, therapy is a very important part of transitioning, and it's been very frustrating that I haven't been able to continue with it, and then begin hormone therapy eventually, and so on.... So, anyway....I am very sorry this is rambling on like this, and that I'm "whining" about all my troubles---I am sure that many of you are probably going through similar trials now, if not worse. I just thought that maybe if a few of you could help out, if only a little--and, believe me, any amount would be helpful.
Let me show you a very special letter, written to me last year, after I posted my "Yahoo 360 "Help" message", by a very very special friend, of whom without her help with another "task"(getting down to Atlanta and back), I'd never been able to have gone to SCC last fall.(she's SO much better at communicating what I am asking, than I am, as you will see. She would like to remain anonymous btw.) This letter has been edited some, since a few things have changed since she sent it to me last September:
Community Support – Please read and pass along.
Each day I am amazed at how large this community is, yet what a loose affiliation we are. Different in many ways, but yet a common theme that brings us together…as a group, imagine what we could accomplish together.
I’ve seen so much compassion and giving by many on an emotional level, that I’m wondering if we could do a little of the same on the financial side? Bear with me just a little longer please.
A few extra dollars individually may not mean much, but if we could harness the numbers, it could mean so much to members of this community.
Proposal - I would like for each of us to sacrifice a little. Maybe the dollars spent on coffee and bagel one day, a meal out, or a new skirt (ouch)…put it in an envelope and mail it to the following sister; either anonymous or with a note of encouragement and support.
Kelli Elam
P.O. Box 32
Greenville, IL 62246
PayPal: kellinicole127@yahoo.com
The Story: Kelli, and more importantly her wife have had a really rough year. Kelli’s wife has been fighting cancer these last few months, which has left them with without her income and an incredible amount of medical and personal expenses to cover. During this time Kelli has cared for her spouse, which prevents her from seeking a second job to address the shortfall in income. The prognosis is good, but they continue to fall further in debt.
I feel this couple could use some help, and ask that you consider helping if you can. I am not here to save the world, but I would like to help where I can. Am I naïve? No, I just want to be.
The Responsibility : This lies with Kelli. Here are a few things she must do.
1. Use our help only for things that allow her and her wife to get back on their feet again.
2. Pay it forward. She would need to solicit the next person in our community for support, and begin the process by telling her story. Kelli would be current recipient, and she would then help the next person.
3. This is a grass roots start, and Kelli would need to find a better way to get the message out. Maybe a flickr group, or a web page that she could administer, along with future people yet to be named.
4. Maybe a name for this group, or community support fund.
5. If Kelli receives more than she needs (can you imagine that) she will use this as seed money to support the next in line…just paying it forward.
The Community: The community must have faith and help with a few things.
1. Do not assume that $5, $10, or $20 is too little to make the difference. This thought often prevents people from giving at all. This amount or even $2 is quite a lot, considering the numbers we have. A little from many, can be quite powerful. Reference Alex’s Lemonade Stand.
2. Get the word out. You all have friends, and friends of friends that could help. Please forward this to others in our community.
3. If you know of someone who needs our help, please message Kelli, as she has the awesome responsibility of choosing the next person who could use some help.
Notes: Safety first. This message would potentially be viewed by those outside our community, who may not share our kindness. I recommend the candidates selected set-up a post office box for mail, and that we send either cash or a check made payable to cash to prevent names and addresses from being published. Maybe there are other ways to transfer a gift without names on either end?
This Is Not A Hand-Out…It’s Our Community Helping…Our Community. What’s in it for you? You mean beyond a smile and warmth in your heart? Send something to Kelli today and let’s see what we can do together.
Isn't she wonderful? A few addendum's to her proposal: Under The Responsibility: Of course, since we are now divorced, these potential funds wouldn't be directed towards "us", as it's just "me" now, though we do share in the mortgage expenses. And, I haven't set up any special web site, or a name for this support fund, but I'm sure I can do those things if need be. And, under Notes, as of right now, I've just set up the PO Box address, included within her proposal above(I'll type it again at the end), and now I have a PayPal account. And, since my legal name is still my male name, Kirby Elam, I wasn't sure, if I do receive checks, if it should be made out to "Kirby" or "Kelli"? Or, "Cash", as she suggested? And, I wouldn't recommend sending actual cash, but I guess small amounts wouldn't be a problem.
So, I have finally decided to go through with this, and as they say, "let the chips fall where they may", though, I'm still a bit hesitant. And, please believe me when I tell you that I will still care, and always will care for each and every one of you, no matter if you can help, or not, because I know you love me, as I love you all too. Someday, I hope the(pardon the pun) "coin" will turn, and I will be able to help others in need. I'm not desperate here, I'm just in a rough patch. So anyway, thank you all for reading this, and of course, thank you to those who can help. I will pay it forward as soon as I can. Thank you so very much.
Address:
Kelli Elam
P.O. Box 32
Greenville, IL 62246
PayPal: Please use kellinicole127@yahoo.com
With Love,
Kelli Nicole
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Hollywood, FL is our new home
Jon June 19th, 2009 9:58 am MDTVicky and I finally closed on a Townhome in Hollywood, FL on Tuesday, 6/16. For those of you who don't know where Hollywood, FL is, it's about 30 minutes north of Miami and 15 minutes south of Ft. Lauderdale, a nice central location.
We are going to have some work done on the place over then next few weeks and plan on being there permanently when the work is finished... hopefully the 1st or 2nd week of July.
We'll be walking distance from our favorite bar, Trixie's, the only full time TBar in Southern Florida. It just re-opened after being closed for almost 3 months following the death of the previous owner, Stanley. You can expect to find us there most Saturday nights.
Finally, we'll have plenty of space in our own place and can settle in and make Southern Florida our new home.
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having fun
Debbie Sullivan June 11th, 2009 5:20 pm MDTBeen getting out with the girls and am enjoying my life as a woman and seeing the evolution. I just enjoy all those things like lunches shopping and walks on the beach. I am reading romance novels and watching the soaps on tv and just loving it. It seems that I have been doing this long enough that I feel and see the world and people with a more soft tolerant and gentle way.Its like I have forgotten how to be male. This is so much better for me now and hope others find themselves and the girl within. On the other hand there is still that side of being a tgirl at the clubs that is really fun too.
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Update on my friend Kristina
Barbara May 5th, 2009 1:48 pm MDTWell the Crazy Bitch is still up to no good....Kristina came over the other day to hang out with me for a bit....Boy did i get a ear full....It's bad enough that she is living with her boyfriend Raymond...who she can't stand anymore...But now she is also seeing another guy name Bobby...He's 39 yrs old....(5 yrs younger then Kristina)...behind Raymonds back...She said she wouldn't be screwing Bobby if Raymond would pay attention to her.....Well I'm not taking sides here...But kristina has been living in Raymonds house for a year now....And not once did she get a job....she does have a little pet grooming salon in the back yard of Raymonds House......
And yes she does groom dogs.....But....she only does a couple of dogs here and there just for spending money for cigs or Crack or beer at the bar....she needs to get off her lazy ass and go get a full time job....even if it's something she don't want to do...it's something till something better comes along....She was talking about moving to Colorado with this guy name Bobby who by the way has no upper teeth....I can understand about starting over and living somewhere new to make a new start in life.....But not with some dumb ass guy that she met just a few months ago......
Whats going to happen if she goes way the fuck out there and shit hits the fan?....it's not like she has money in the bank and credit cards that could help her get back here if it don't work out....She's fucking Crazy...43 yrs old and still acting like she is in college.....Thank God i keep a job and pay my bills...don't have to worry like she does or will have to....And if she thinks for one minute that i am going to send her money to bring her ass back here...she is dead wrong...cause if i do send her cash she will spend it on crack then tell me a sob story of why she can't get on the bus or plane to get back here.....Yes she is my friend and i do like her alot...cause i see what she can be in life and all the cool things that she can do well.....But of course she don't see it....
She always say over and over again how she needs to get a full time job save some money and move....Been a Year....Nothing has happend and i do mean nothing...Her car is in Raymonds Name cause she can't offerd the insurance on it....And I'm sorry i don't see Raymond throwing her the keys and saying have a good life....
Kristina says she would leave in a Heartbeat if Raymond Gives her 3 thousand dollars to leave....Once again i can't see Raymond writing her a check for 3 grand...I'll keep u posted on her
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Update on Walt and My roomate Heather
Barbara May 1st, 2009 11:05 am MDTThe shit never ends here...Soon as u think the water is calm...shit hits the fan again...My friend Walt right now at this very moment is in our local Hospital getting his middle toe cut off....Why?.....cause it is infected...which is the result of not taking care of himself....See Walt is wierd....he let his toe nails grow and grow...to the point where his nails couldn't go anywhere but be pushed back into the skin ...what a fucking dumb ass....he could of gotton a pair of nail clippers for a couple of bucks at Walmart.......and advoided this whole situation....
While i was at work last night he texxed me from his Hospital Bed trying to convince me that he got a hand Job from a 27 yr old nurse.....LMAO.....Right.....sorry That never fucking happend...like his friend Bill said last night..if that was true....half of the men in this town would be in the Hospital.....He must be on some good drugs
Now an update on my Roomate Heather....She's still a Crazy fucken Bitch....But in all honesty i do like her....Why?....Don't know Yet....Last week...while her boyfriend Jason was at his place sleeping cause he had to be at work at 5 in the morning.....Heathers x boyfriend came by here and took her to a motel with a hot tub in the room....Did Crack...gave her x a blowjob....then came home 9 hrs later...trying to tell me that giving her x boyfriend a blow job was not cheating on Jason......Am i missing something here?.....I feel that means cheating....if I'm wrong then so be it....Her foodstamps were cut off cause they found out she was getting unemployment.....Did she get a job yet?......Nope.....I'll keep u posted...By the way....No Poor jason doesn't know what Heather did behind his back....
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My Roomate Heather
Barbara April 19th, 2009 7:56 am MDTMy Roomate Heather is a fucking trip...she's 35 yrs old....very cute girl....stands about 4 foot 11...Red hair...and a non stop yacking machine...I love her to death..as a friend and roomate....But she needs to get her shit together...As far as help keeping this place clean...she's dam good at it....
Right now she's on unemployment....June is when her checks will stop coming...She needs a job...she knows this....cause she mentions it almost everyday...But she doesn't do anything about it...What she does do is....sleep all fucking day till 1 or 2pm.....then she watches her stupid soaps...(have no clue which ones )...she'll then take a shower....and then she pops open a beer...and thats the rest of her day
She's a fucking trip...I first met her a year ago....she was my nieghbor who lived out back in apt 14 with her boyfriend at the time name Joey....(the little Hippy)...together as a couple they seemed good for each other....but i guess it wasn't behind closed doors...To make a long story short...Joey met a girl at work named Amy....and 3 weeks later he moved in with her and her 2 young kids....Just left Heather...I felt bad for her...But then i found out she was fucking around with the maintance man name Dan that works on our property...Jesus Christ..no wonder why he left her...
But as the story goes....she moved in here..she loves it...She hasn't worked since oct of 08...she can work...she just doesn't want to....lazy Bitch...And she has a habbit of hanging with all the guys that live out back....But she does have a boyfriend named Jason....(in time i will write about him)...I like him....he's a bit goofy but he has a good heart and this man works...
I'll tell u what's going to happend....come june...when Heathers unemployment runs out...she is going to end up moving in with Jason....Now he only has a room that he is renting down the street from us...he has his own private bathroom...but there is no kitchen in his room....he does have a fridge and a microwave...All i want sweet Heather to do is put the fucking beer down and go get a job.....I myself smoke pot on a daily basis...But i also work and keep a job and pay my bills...I'd like to see her get it together a little bit more.....I'll keep u posted on this person as well
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My Friend Kristina
Barbara April 17th, 2009 11:19 am MDTAbout 2 yrs ago i met this girl named Kristina...she moved in here and rented the second biggest bedroom...when i first met her she had a job grooming dogs at a Pet store thats about 3 miles from the house...She was cool and yes i liked her...She's my age but a year younger...real pretty greek girl..(straight)..about 5 foot 7...a little on the chunky side...but it didn't matter cause her looks made up for it...
When we first met we hit it off right from the word start...While she was living here she had a crack probblem....i didn't know this at first...she was real hush hush about it...then one day she asked me if i smoked it....told her no....but i did in my late teens cause it was the thing to do in the early 1980's.....
Kristina was a trip....and still is today...she has a friend of her's name Rick that she has known for 15 yrs i guess...Rick is a Piece of shit in my book...he can get the best fucking crack in town...BUT...he makes kristina sleep with him for the stuff...and of course Kristina goes right along with it...cause number one...she knows Rick for many years...and number 2 the Bitch is addicted to it....
One time i said fuck it...I'll buy about 300 dollars of the shit through Rick..hook him up for getting it for me...then turn Kristinia on....Just to see what she is like when she is high off of Crack...OH MY GOD.....LMAO....I don't see how Rick fucks her while she is on it cause the Bitch does not sit still for one minute...she kept on walking around the room....peeping out the window blinds...looking under her bed..looking in her closet....going in the kitchen looking in there...she told me she thinks someone is watching her...or thats how she feels...As for me i just sat there at the kitchen table drinking a cold beer watching her do this over and over again
Well that was the first time i did that with her...and it was the last time....(just didn't buy anymore)...Now of course Kristina keeps on doing it...sometimes i would sit there with her while she is hitting the crack pipe...and i would smoke my weed from my lovely Bong that i call a Tokemaster....and just watch her while shaking my head...
The crack got to her...finally one day she lost her job at the grooming place...But of course Mommy and Daddy paid her bills till she got another job....while she was looking for work...she stopped at a local hole in the wall bar and met a fruit cake name Raymond
It was love and lust at first sight for the both of them...3 weeks later she moved out of here and moved into his place....which is a house about 2 miles from me....It was a fucked up situation to begin with...and it still is to this day...Raymond didn't work when i first met him...he was on unemployment...so instead of looking for work he would sit on his laptop all day at the eBay website....selling and trading anything and everything that had to do with Miami Dolpohnes football shit...and drink fucking Rumple mints liquir....
When kristina first met him she was in love...today she is lost but still living with him....and no Kristina doesn't work....why should she...she has it made....the house that Raymond has is in his fathers name so his daddy pays for the 500 a month morgage...plus daddy pays the electric....only thing Raymond has to pay is food and the gas bill...thats it.....Raymond finally got a job at Wendys...doing grill work...yes the bastard flips burgers 6 days a week....Now why would this 40 yr old man who has been in construction all his life turn to Wendys for a job?....Simple...
He went to jail for DUI...and while he was in he got the job at Wendys...work release i guess u call it...while he was behind bars....fucking Kristina took over the house and made it into a crack house...now that Raymond is out of jail and back living in the house...it's back to normal meaning no more crack..(at least at that location)...But plenty of drinking and Drama....What will happen next is anyones guess...I'll keep u posted
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Walt is a fucking Pig
Barbara April 16th, 2009 11:35 am MDTI can't beleave my friend and CoWorker Walt...that son of a bitch has a death wish..He's still fucking around with that 25 yr old girl from McDonalds...He asked me yesterday if i would switch shifts with him so he can go fuck this girl while her boyfriend was at work
What a Asshole...I don't get it....he has kids that age...He tells me..that he knows in his heart that he will never be married to this girl or even live with her cause of thee age difference....But he has no probblem fucking her till it's over...I can tell he pushes sex on her....cause when she asks him what would u like to do for the day...he responds by saying You know what i want....My God...what an ass...I do like this guy...he's good to work with cause he does his job pretty good at the plant...And yes we do work together a couple of times a week...And we do talk shit to each other....But what he really needs to do is find someone his own goddam age..and stop fucking around with these young kids who have no life...or is lost in life...Yes she is 25 and a woman...but i met her...she is cute...but she is dumb as a bag of rocks....and fucking Walt is taking that for his advantage
One day...either she will walk away....or her boyfriend is going to beat the living shit out of Walt and probably kick her ass out of the apartment..it's just a matter of time...He thinks he is all bad and cool cause of his little girlfriend...Personaly myself i don't have a probblem dating younger people...Nothing under 30 yrs old...Why?...Because thats my choice
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My Adventure at the sports Bar
Barbara April 13th, 2009 6:05 pm MDTSo today was my day off from work....Didn't do to much of anything...Didn't eat anything all day long except for coffee and some bottle water...So while i was in chat today at about 4 pm...i started to get hungry...But of course since I'm a woman i can't decide on Pizza from Jerry and Sals...or a thick juicy steak at a Sports Bar....
But i made the right choice and decided on the steak.....Went to this cool sports bar thats about a 15 minute walk from my house....Went inside and sat at the bar...it wasn't really busy in there and of course the bar staff were all new people..(As Always)...I ordered a kalua and Cream...(I do like those also...I don't always drink Jack Daniels)...Sitting next to me to my right were 2 young guys....they were both drinking beer and taking shots of Jack...one of the guys that was sitting next to me was celebrating his 21st Birthday with his buddy...Birthday Boy decided to slide over to me while i was reading the menu...lol...I must admit he was a cute little young thing....While i was ordering my steak he decided to buy me a shot of Jack and join him and his little friend who was only 22 yrs old
So Guess what?......I did.....i slid over to where they were....they both shook my hand and told me there Names.....Mike is the Birthday boy....and David is the little 22 yr old....we chatted a little manely about my bike that was right there out the window.....Then the 3 of us took our shots....Then Birthday boy decides to order himself a long Island Ice tea....why not....he can...he's 21 today....lol....My food came out...man was it good i love the way they cook your steaks in the kitchen on a fire grill....Outter crust...inside soft and juicy....Yum Yum...
While i was eating...Birthday Boy decides to order all 3 of us another round of jack....so he did...we all took our shot.....soon as i slid to the empty seat next to me to grab a napkin where the salt and Pepper was......Birthday Boy blew his cookies all over the bar...his friend got sprayed...if i didn't move i would of gotten sprayed also......LMAO....This Poor kid probably won't remember anything in the morning....Even thow...i never met these 2 goof balls before in my life....I had a pretty good time with them
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Same shit different day
Barbara April 11th, 2009 12:29 pm MDTDon't You just hate days like that?...Right now my life is.....Same shit different day..My life is starting to remind me of that Movie...Groundhog day...I get up every fucking morning..go straight to to bathroom for my morning unloading of the bladder...then i make a pot of fucking coffee...that i know dam well half of it is going to be poured down the drain....then i open my fucking blinds..to see if the earth is still out there....then i turn on the weather channel to see if i can beleave any of it....then it's fox news..then it's the puter
While i look at my emails...i then pour me a cup 0f joe...a little bit of cream is all i take...go back to puter...finish reading emails.....then off to youtube....then Fucking MySpace...then freaken facebook....then last stop is here...in chat...After that i take a shower...talk shit to my dumb ass Roomate...dress...catch a buzz...go back on line...then off to the Harley Plant.....I need a car.....I have a car but the transmission is fucked up...I have a bike....but the weather has been pretty cold and wet outside...so i can't do that.....My bills get paid....i keep a roof over my head and i don't call off from work....last time i did call off was 15 months ago...just need wheels..thats my only probblem that i am having right now....just need to fix my own wheels thats parked outside my livingroom window....or fucking buy another set of used wheels from someone i don't know through the paper
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My friend Walt that needs his ass kicked
Barbara April 10th, 2009 10:55 am MDTI have a friend of mine who's 53 yrs old.....He works part time at the Harley plant where i work at...Walt also works at fucken McDonalds doing maintance and cleaning from like 4 in the morning till 1 pm...Walt is cool but he is headed for a ass whipping...Even thow he is also the President for Our fire dept...one of these days he's going to be Head line news in our news paper...See Walt has been seeing this girl name Christina who also works at McDonalds..
She is 25 yrs old.....2 kids...and living with her Boyfriend Brian...Why is Christina seeing Walt?....cause she needs an escape rout from her boyfriend cause they are not getting along...And Walt is in it for the sex...and he loves it...thats all he talks about...while at work or anytime when he is with me...Christina this and Christinia that....He's been banging her for 3 months now on a weekly basis....I'm happy for him that he is happy....But what Walt don't understand is....one of these days he is going to get busted..and Probably by Brian Himself....then what?....I tell him almost every day...enjoy it while u can....cause when it stops it's going to stop...Either she is going to work it out with her boyfriend Brian cause he is the father of both her kids.....Or Walt is going to end up getting his ass whipped....there is no in between here...Funny thing is....when the fire dept gets that call to Christinas house and they see Walt splattered all over the walls...there is going to be some heavy news traveling over the News Papers.....President of Penn Township Fire company was rushed to local Hospital for Getting his ass whipped by Boyfriend of 25 yr old that he is banging at McDonalds.......LMAO...Everytime he goes and see's her..he texes me....i always make sure my ATM card is on me just in case i need Bail money for his stupid ass
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My Secret Self
Barbara April 9th, 2009 11:24 am MDTWho am i and why am i here...That's the one question i get everytime I'm in chat..Well it's pretty simple to me...But maybe not You...Since the day i was born back in 1964...My body has been female....that's why my parents who adopted me named me Barbara...But growing up i did do some girly things now and again...But for some reason i always felt male inside...I didn't grow up with any brothers or sisters....so it was just me...I enjoyed....playing with Lincoln Logs...Those little plastic green army men..that come in a bag with like 100 inside...loved playing Basketball in High School....even thow i never reached over 5 foot 2 in hieght
I skate boarded...hung out with all the boys in my nieghborhood...went fishing...deer hunting...When i was doing all these things...i never knew that something might be wrong...like wait a minute...I'm male inside...but why isn't my body matching my inner soul of who i am????
I'm very very lucky that god allowed me to be a good looking woman...Cause he could of very well made me look like an ugly dog!!...No I'm not gay....that's another thing i don't understand about myself...if i feel male inside...then i must like women when it comes behind a bedroom door....Nope i don't...I like males...i also love Tg's and shemales...I just think they are the most sweetest looking people in the world...Just wish i could find just one that i can call my own...Not worried here...I beleave in my heart and well being that When i am ready to really meet her...God will bring her to me......Peace
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SCC(2nd part)
Kelli Nicole Elam January 21st, 2009 8:44 pm MSTSunday, October 5
Awwww…..it’s now Sunday…the last day at SCC. Sadly, time to say goodbye…and yes, that was a difficult thing to do, just as I had read about in friends’ blog from previous SCC events. And yes, I did cry, in private…though, while packing when Tracy was in the room packing also, the tears appeared…but we gave each other a good long hug and that helped. Tracy, thank you for allowing me to share your room! Friends forever, girlfriend!! ((HUGS)) So, being the last day, of course meant: “Travel Day”! Which, for me at least, meant traveling as Kelli…and, after my successful trip to Atlanta, and with the past 5 days’ worth of accumulated experiences as Kelli—OMG it was JUST so WONDERFUL to JUST BE ME!!---I felt very confident that the return trip would be just as successful. But first: Packing! Or, should I say “stuffing”….and, then, I couldn’t get the big bag zipper to close! But, eventually, superior strength and determination won out. Tracy and I then went down for breakfast. What a sweet girl Tracy is…and no, not just because she bought my breakfast. For letting me stay with her, that’s an obvious one…but also, most importantly, for “being there”, and sharing her life with me during this MOST AMAZING of times in my life! And, as this was Tracy’s first time at SCC, I would suspect she shared similar feelings towards me. After breakfast we went back upstairs to finish packing. But then I remembered that there was some kind of “wrap up” meeting, and I’d thought it was open to any attendee…looking at my handy-dandy SCC booklet, and yes, it was! I thought this would be a nice way to end my time here, so down to the meeting I went. Tracy was still packing, and she had to leave for the airport around noonish, so she didn’t come with, but I was sure we’d be able to say goodbye after the meeting. Well, as it turned out, I missed her…sigh. But, that’s ok, we had a good talk before breakfast, and during breakfast too, so the bond of friendship is there. (and we chatted the next day on YIM, so it’s all cool) Ok, so I arrive at the meeting late…and, I notice my friend Leslie sitting behind the main tables, waving me in….yay, someone familiar and friendly(not that I found anyone who wasn’t friendly my whole time there…well, there were a few girls who, I don’t think it wasn’t being “friendly”, I just think they were nervous—perfectly understandable…and, after I would tell them that this was my first SCC, that seemed to help them relax, at least with me…). Everyone was introducing themselves, and telling what they enjoyed(and sometimes, disliked) about their time at SCC, and some offered suggestions to possibly make next years event an even better one. I noticed a few girls I was familiar with—Allyson, Leslie of course, Sandy Dunkle, a few others. Eventually, it was my turn to “Say Hello”, and, although I’m not an accomplished speaker(especially in front of a group) or anything, I think I did OK…I just thanked SCC for the opportunity, and of course, for the scholarship(and, not long after the meeting was over, Blake Alford, SCC’s scholarship director, came over with his business card, and a warm hug, personifying exactly what it was like to be there: Friendship, Harmony and Love—Celebrating LIFE!)…and also, thanking my friends—4 girls in particular: My “anonymous plane ticket benefactor”, and my roomies, Bridgett and Tracy, and also Chloe Prince, who, over those 5 days, became someone truly special in my life…truly, a “Sister” for life ( HUGS, Sweetie!!)…and, of course, I thanked my wife. I thought of her often during my time in Atlanta. Without her being in my life…where would I be today?? Not long after my “speech”, in walked the one and only Chloe! As the introductions were still going, I went over to talk(ok, whisper) to her…knowing we’d both be leaving Atlanta soon, so it was time to say “so long”…but not before one last hug(oh ok, 3), and also, more words of advice, and encouragement from her. I think she was almost as proud of my accomplishments here, and traveling, as I was! “Big Sister/Little Sister” indeed.
My flight didn’t leave until 4pm, so I had some time to get my bags, check out, and mingle some. (It was interesting that morning, in seeing some girls now in drab…and, for some, I REALLY had to think…”Is that…??” Wow!) For some reason, I forgot about lunch. (Yeah right, Kells ) I had some nice conversations in the lobby. But, I was also trying to figure out how I was going to pay for my big bag, because I knew it was going to be overweight, and they would tack on a $50 charge…and, I had around $35 on me…what to do, what to do. I did ask a couple of girls if they could help, but they couldn’t—either almost out of money themselves, or needing what they had to get home…all perfectly understandable. So it came time to leave the hotel. Sigh. As I was waiting for the shuttle to take to the nearby MARTA station, I met 2 lovely and sweet girls, Kelly and Jia. Kelly was there as a representative of Dr. Pierre Brassard, the well-known GRS surgeon from Montreal, and actually she said she did the seminar for him, since he couldn’t make it this year. She was very sweet, and gave me one of Dr. Brassard’s dvds. I also struck up a conversation with Jia, who I later learned was also from Illinois! We sat together on the train, and I had the most pleasant time with Jia…someone I would definitely like to stay in contact with. And, she helped me keep my mind off of feeling sad, leaving SCC and Atlanta. Thank you Jia!!
Ok, so this is where things get a bit “interesting”…not that my whole time up to this point wasn’t interesting…FAAAARRRR from it! But, this time, flying back home…and, I totally realized it after I got home and thought about this day…was a tremendous morale and confidence booster, and I was actually(a very rare thing for me) very proud of myself! Arriving at the ticket counter, with Jia, I placed my checked(not officially yet though) bag on their(Delta) weight scale thingy—“Ding Ding—68 lbs.!!”(silly thing, it shouldn’t say that outloud!! ) Which, meant it was now 18 lbs. overweight(I think I lost 18 lbs. while in Atlanta, hehe), and, now they needed $50 for the overweight charge…well, I only had $36(Oh, come on now, Delta, can’t you see WHY this bag is so huge?! SCC! Heloooo!!). And, Jia was about out of money herself…so, she suggested to find another bag and maybe they’d allow 2 carry-ons….but, after searching a bit at a nearby store, we couldn’t find any…and, then, out of the blue, 2 more fellow SCC’ers happened to walk by. Maybe they saw concern in my face(I really didn’t want to throw things away at this point to get under the weight limit, and besides, I’m in the busiest airport in the world, and I really don’t want to open my suitcase and rummage through….), and the girl(sigh…I still can’t remember her name…and, though her friend gave me his business card, and I wrote to him last week, thanking him(and his friend) for helping me, and asking what his friend’s name is…I haven’t heard back from him yet…so, for now, it’s just “the girl who helped me”. ) suggested we go to a nearby U.S. Postal store and stuff a couple of boxes…great idea—just as long as it costs less than $36, cause that’s all I had. Well, as it turned out, I didn’t need to worry about that part, since she said she’d take care of it…and, that’s another reason I need to contact her, I gotta pay her back! So(and by this time Jia had to catch her plane—thank you SO much for helping me, Jia!!) we went into the postal store, hurriedly made a couple of boxes, stuffed them full of shoes, books and a few clothes, taped them up(and actually, she did most of the work)…and, just as she was taping up the boxes, I looked at the clock—Ooooh, it’s 3:30!! My plane takes off at 3:55! OOOOPS!! She said “GO GO, I’ll take care of this….”, and I thanked her, then off I scooted to the ticket counter. Yay, the bag now weighed 49 lbs(we had weighed it in the postal store)--whew! Boo, I was too late…the bag wouldn’t make it in time.
So…..now, what to do? Well, now I had to go around to the other side to a different set of ticket agents, and, after waiting in line about 15 minutes(ya, I was starting to get tired), I tried to book a seat on a new flight, or actually, change flights, since it was already paid for….well, for one, there were no seats available on the 3 flights to St. Louis that day, and, yes, they charge $50 to change tickets…BIG double sigh. They said check back every half hour or so. Ok…sure….what other choice did I have? Well, first of all, I still needed $14 to pay for the $50 charge…so, without a debit card or any other source of money available… OH wait! I have my wits about me still! And, I’m Kelli, which means…well, let’s just say, people are more willing, I believe, to help women in need(I’m somewhat guessing there)—you know, a “damsel in distress”. Anyway, I went back to the central atrium area, and sat for awhile…but right before I sat down, I quickly scanned the area, hoping to find someone(s) who, maybe, just maybe might possibly be sympathetic, and possibly give me enough money(all I needed was $14!) to change the ticket. Yeah, I know, this sounds desperate, and, well, I was getting desperate, but I didn’t want to sound or look desperate… I noticed 2 women, probably around my age, and I thought, “Well, I gotta try something…” So, after a few minutes(after first saying hello), I began to introduce myself and then explain my situation. Well, within seconds(not kidding), the 2 women(2 more angels this day!) gave me $14. Of course, I wanted get their names to pay them back…but, they said not to worry. So, I thanked them, and hugged them too, and went back to the counter. Still no luck, all booked. I went back again to sit for awhile—same spot, and waited for awhile, and talked to those 2 nice women for a bit again. (Now I SO wish I could have received an e-mail address or something from them…but, oh well.) Then I went back again to the counter, and to a different agent. Still the same answer: No seats available. But, this person, a sweet lady, kept trying…and, after a few minutes, she said she found a seat! Yay!! As she was typing up the ticket info, I was mentioning to her my situation, that I only had $50 to get home, plus I mentioned the parking situation(needing another $60 or so…) back in St. Louis….and, I guess, she felt sorry for me, because she then said, “Forget about the fee, just go catch your flight, don’t worry about it.” Can you believe it?? I still can’t…but, it actually happened, and now, I had $50! But I still needed that, and a bit more, to pay for the parking in STL. But I was HUNGRY too, and, being that my new flight wasn’t for another 3 hours, and knowing there wouldn’t be much offered (cookies or peanuts—btw, I thought peanuts were banned on flights now, because of the allergens…guess not!) on that flight, I broke down and bought some fries at Wendy’s, and a drink. Now I could at least relax a bit, get some “nourishment”, and then think about what to do next(the parking situation). (Sorry this is so detailed, and no doubt tedious…but, it’s all a part of my first time out, at least traveling-wise, as Kelli, and really, I feel that I wouldn’t have been as successful in receiving help that day, if I were traveling as youknowwho…as you will see, again, on my flight home.)
Now, it was time to head to and through security. Ooops, I forgot my 3 oz. baggie! Thank goodness they had free ones near the checkpoint. Security, of course, was one place I was concerned about, at least somewhat, since I still have that “M” on my ID(drivers license)…but, coming down to ATL wasn’t a problem at all…and, this time turned out the same way! (I do wonder though, what each specific agent was thinking….) So, I gathered my stuff, put my sandals back on, and away I went to my designated concourse. SHEEESH Hartsfield/Jackson is HUGE!! They do have a cool tram to each concourse, but I decided to walk(helps to have those long moving sidewalks). I arrive at my gate about 3 hours prior to liftoff(OH, I would love to be the first transgender space tourist!! “All” I need is 20 million smackerooooos! Hmmm…maybe if I find just a few more “angels”….). Wasn’t much to do to pass that time away….I didn’t want to eat any more, since now I was down to around $46….there was a game on tv, but it was the Cowboys(boring!)….I could add to my journal, or do some reading, or call/text people on my phone….I decided to do the latter, while people watching(and, watching if people were watching me, hehe ). Yes, I called Jeannie. She was doing ok she said, and just about to receive another meal brought in from her church, and of course, I told her I would be a lil late. After awhile, I needed to use the facilities…yes, for “normal” reasons, but also because I hadn’t shaved my face since around 10am, and even though my beard doesn’t grow all that fast, I just felt like I needed it done. So, finding a stall, I scootched my carry-on in, and then proceeded to sit down and…shave too. (Try and picture that scene. ) I didn’t stop on the way out to wash my hands(that’s what Wet Ones are for!) and check my face—I’m still a bit concerned around “gg’s”, especially in that type of situation…in time, I’ll get better…plus, there were pre-teen girls in there, and they might say something to their mother’s, etc…. I sat back at the waiting area, as another hour passed…and then got in line for my seat assignment---yes, one more concern, since my boarding pass said “seat unassigned”, I guess since this was an exchanged ticket…so, even though I had the ticket… But, everything was fine, my seat was 37B…ok, that’s fine, I guess. It turned out to be 2nd to last row….ok no problem…but, when I got back there, and tried to place my carry-on in the bin above—it wouldn’t fit. Panic!! Well, ok, I didn’t panic, but I quickly thought, “if I have to check this bag….(you know, the $50 charge for an extra checked bag, and I didn’t have that much cash…)….” (Btw, remind me never to travel again without enough money! ) But, once again, another angel came to my rescue, as a flight attendant eventually, after a few tries, found a spot for it “mid-ship”. Whew!! I then sat for a few minutes in the last row, just to rest a bit, and also to think about this: I noticed my assigned seat was between to men…and, although I had been fine traveling as Kelli so far, I hadn’t run into this type of situation yet—sitting between to men, as a girl, and my first time…. So, eventually the folks where I was sitting arrived, so I had to get to my seat. This is where it gets interesting…again. >wink<
Do you ever wonder why? Do you ever wonder, when things do go well, why it happens? I do. Maybe because life this past year or so hasn’t been all that great. My wife has cancer—although we hope now it is “had” cancer. And, concerns about paying the medical bills…along with the property taxes. We dealt through a bankruptcy. The “daily dealings” (what that does to my wife and her feelings, I mean…but, also just with simple things like, going grocery shopping, buying gas, etc., and wondering if I will get “those looks”, or something else—though I guess it does “help” some that I’m more in an androgynous stage vs. fully looking feminine, especially living here, in Podunkville, where most people know me….) of me, as I inch along with my transitioning. And along with that, our plans to split-up and divorce eventually. And, coming out to various people. A LOT on both of our plates. So, when good things happen, it’s kinda shocking. And, I must say, almost everything good happened to me on this trip---and, it’s a good thing, because I NEEDED everything to go well, just to make it home! So, now I’m sitting between 2 men---hopefully gentlemen! The man on my right never said a word to me the whole time in the plane(around 90 minutes). But, thankfully, the man on my left, in the window seat, was just the opposite of that. I believe the word “gregarious” fits him perfectly—in every positive sense of that word…in other words, he talked to the folks in front of us, the folks behind us, the flight attendants…but, most importantly, he was friendly and nice to me. “Hi, I’m Terry….” “Hi, I’m Kelli….” Eventually I began talking about my wife, and her recent troubled times with her illness. And, I’m sure he heard the “my wife” part, I had said that several times over the course of around, oh, the first 45 minutes of our conversation(we weren’t constantly talking the whole time…but, when we weren’t, I was wondering what he was thinking…and, also wondering if he was glancing at my chest…well, hey, I had never sat this close, for this long, to a man before, dressed as Kelli…). But, he never seemed changed expression or give any hint of curiosity. Eventually he related why he was on the flight—he was heading to Nigeria to visit an online girlfriend…I kid you not!(And, I thought I was “crazy”, driving 300 miles to go meet Jeannie when we began dating, after meeting online ) But, he forgot his visa...so, he had to return home to the St. Louis area. I felt for the guy…and, I hope that they can someday get together. Not long after that, he asked me what brought me to Atlanta. And, I really didn’t hesitate at all. I’m just SO tired of hiding who I am, having to be careful, etc. I will keep doing that, for Jeannie’s sake, and for mine too, if I believe my safety might be of concern. But he seemed the sort who wouldn’t mind…and yes, I was taking a chance, especially since I still planned to ask him for help with my parking situation. “I was in Atlanta for a convention of transgender people…yes, I am transgendered.” He then said that he had no problem with that, and everyone has to live their lives as they see fit…. I was SO relieved! He then said he was curious after hearing me say “my wife”….but he was cool about it. So, not long after that, and feeling more confident TO ask for help, I explained my parking situation, and that I needed around $20. Out of the kindness of his heart, he gave me $40! SUCH a sigh of relief came over me! I’m breaking into tears now just thinking about it, as I did then. I said I would pay him back, and he said that’s fine, take your time, and gave me his business card. So, yes, once again, another angel entered my life that day. Several times, until we parted, he would say “young lady….” when speaking to me, or “this little lady….” when speaking to someone else… and I thought that was pretty cool too. He even pulled my carry-on to the luggage carousel. I thanked him again, and then we parted ways. So, yes, once again, another angel entered my life that day!
Well, the rest of the way, it was just catching the shuttle to the parking area, paying the attendant, and driving the 60 miles home—hoping that the car would make it without breaking down! It did…but I didn’t---not break down I mean. Maybe I’m exaggerating about this…being still so close since I was away, but I really think that this was…maybe with the exception of time when I knew I had fallen in love with Jeannie, and she felt the same for me….the best time of my life! And, as time will tell, possibly the most important week of my life. Definitely one of the proudest times! I really did this….I went to SCC! And, I traveled there and back as Kelli! And, I had no problems, with either situation…besides the low cash flow of course. But that’s the thing: I had to keep calm, cool and collected while trying to find a way home—as Kelli…and, although I had obviously not planned to have such a difficult time going home, I think I learned some valuable lessons along the way. (One, that it pays to be a girl sometimes---I’m serious, because I really believe if I were traveling as Kirby, I would not have been as successful with all the people I encountered that day who helped me get home. Maybe I’m wrong there, but I don’t think so, and besides, I don’t plan on traveling in male mode anymore anyway. ) The main lesson learned? Be confident in who you are! Leading up to going to SCC, that’s what my friends kept telling me—“Just be confident, Kelli, and that will help you in so many ways…..” And, it’s so true! Jeannie was in bed by the time I arrived home. Still awake though, and she was happy I was home safely. I wanted to let her get her rest, so I related my “travel travails” the next day. I know she can never be as proud of me as I felt about myself that day, and that’s ok, it’s perfectly understandable, but maybe, deep down, she thinks what I did was “OK”. For once in my life, I was proud of myself!! A good beginning to hopefully a good, and successful new life.
Where do I go from here? Well, for one, finish this blog! Hehe…sorry for the length(if anyone is still with me—Thank you Thank you!! ), but I had to express what happened during that most wonderful of times! Wow, it’s 2 weeks almost to the minute now since I left home…a time I know I will never ever forget. And, I must re-thank all of those angels who helped me experience this “New Beginning”. First, my wife—for all the obvious reasons. Secondly, “my friend who wishes to remain anonymous”(wasn’t that Prince’s name back in the 90’s? ), who purchased(let me use her miles, actually) the plane ticket. I obviously can’t post her link here, but maybe this "Friendship" will be a good representation of her, and our friendship. Next, Bridgett Sommers, my first roomie---and, what a lovely girl she is. Here’s just one sample . Love you, girl, thank you!! ((HUGS)) And next, Tracy Schapes, my Saturday roomie—one of the sweetest people I met in Atlanta(good thing, eh?? )! Love you too, girl! ((HUGS)) Chloe Prince , who probably doesn’t need an introduction, but she does have my love for a lifetime. Thank you, Sister!! ((HUGS)) And another friend, who couldn’t be there, is Samantha, a friend from California, who has been SUCH a good friend the past couple of months, with her always kind words of love and encouragement—and, clothes! Thank you SO much, sweetie(and your friend Sammi too!)!! ((HUGS)) And, Candice, whom I already knew from URNA, but I had wanted to meet for quite awhile, not only because of the obvious reasons, but also because she’s been such a sweetheart with her concern about my wife…as she has went through similar times recently with her wife. Love you so much, sweetie! ((HUGS)) Oh, and of course, the many other friends I met while at SCC! Oh gosh…Michelle, Deja, Gina, Debbie, Sandy, Cheryl, Leslie, Rachel, Danielle, Rebecca, Tara, Cami, Kim, Bonnie, Christianne, Ronnie, Keri, Mandi, Shawna, Allyson, Kelly, Jia, Lee & Friend(at the airport)….and, many many more!! Love you girls!! ((HUGS)) Oh, and yes, Larry, my friend from Canada—thank you, hon! Oh, and of course, everyone involved with SCC—the staff, the volunteers(I hope to be one next year!), and especially Blake Alford, for offering the scholarship! ((HUGS)) Oh, and the hotel and staff at the lovely Crowne Plaza-Ravinia! And, yes, I DO plan to stay at your fine establishment next year—and hopefully next time paying my own way. >wink< All those involved with the seminars…and specifically for me, Donna Rose, Jessica McKinnon and Jennifer Boylan…all amazing, all inspiring….just amazing. And thanks to everyone at the Vendor area(all SO friendly—sorry I couldn’t buy anything—next year!), and also the people at the Career Fair. Hopefully by next year I’ll be better able to use your services….unless I have new job/career going by then of course. Oh, and all who were so very accommodating over at the Perimeter Mall—at the restaurants(Yay, Hudson Grille and Goldfish!), at the stores(Yay, Charlotte Russe and Arden B.!). Oh, and of course, last but certainly not least—Delta Air! I think I have a new favorite airline. Oh, and I must thank all of those online girlfriends, who couldn’t be in Atlanta, but encouraged me to have a great time, and LIVE life as the girl in my heart. Love you girls!! And, one more thank you: To Jessica, my best friend: I know you wanted to be there with me, and with “the girls” (next year, girl!)…but believe in yourself, honey, and believe that things will get better…with your health, with your career, with your parents…and hey, with your love life too! Go for it, girlfriend!! Love you SO much! ((HUGS))
Well, now I’m a “veteran”, not only of the SCC experience, but of being out in the world as Kelli. Of course, I know that I have a LONG way to go before I am completely comfortable in the world as Kelli…and, the world comfortable with me too. But I am heading, finally, in the right direction. I am very excited, and, much more confident in myself, and really, in others too, especially those in the general population. I know I won’t always be as fortunate as I was, in my travels that week, but then again, the confidence I did gain will be invaluable, as I continue along my journey. I must admit here, that I was humbled, very much, by the amazingly gorgeous, sophisticated and intelligent(and fun-loving!) girls I met while at SCC. Now, yes, I know, this isn’t some type of contest(though maybe it is for some, and that’s ok) to “be the best girl at the party”…and, that certainly wasn’t why I wanted to attend this event. And, this is just me talking, but given my history of low self-confidence(for many reasons), I did sometimes feel I wasn’t quite "there" yet, that I wasn’t quite “cool enough”…and yes, being with that many girls all in one place at one time, at times was a bit intimidating…but, those moments didn’t last long, as I truly did feel my confidence growing, the longer I was there. But, I did learn many valuable lessons while there—most important though, truly, are the friendships made, and the love shared. YOU are the main reason I had the wonderful time I did have while at “Celebrate Life—2008!” Thank you Girls!! Thank you SCC!! What a perfect way to begin celebrating my new life!
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Boston LGBT Latina History: Vicky
Jon January 15th, 2009 2:53 pm MSTVicky's modest so I'll go ahead and post this. The History Project http://www.historyproject.org tracks important events in LGBT History. They also have a section for important events in LGBT Latino/a History and Vicky gets several mentions...
1980: The Paradise gay bar in Cambridge initiates Boston's first Latino Night with popular disc jockey, Conrado Cardenas. The event soon moves to Chaps (*Note from Jon: it moved to Chaps in 1990) and is greatly amplified by empresario Alvaro Ortiz, discover and promoter of Vicky. Latino night becomes a significant AIDS education vehicle for latino gay men.
1994: World’s First Lesbian and Gay Latino Theater series, Spic Out: Latino Lesbian and Gay Theater, produced by Abe Rybeck and the Theater Offensive, brings a new queer Latino performance scene to Boston. Plays and performances written by Beto Araiza, Carmelita Tropicana, Enrique Oliver, Senel Paz, Marga Gomez, Paul Bonin-Rodriguez are featured. *Note from Jon: Enrique Oliver's Play was Castro's Child, in which Vicky played the Alter Ego of a Cuban Exile living in Boston.
1996: WGBH's La Plaza presents Boston, Wednesday night… The Night That I Met Vicky. Wednesday nights are when Boston’s Latino gay and lesbian community comes together at a disco known as Chaps. This show interviews Vicky and others about Latino night at Chaps.
1998: Vicky, Boston’s most recognized Latino drag performer produces the first Miss Gay Latina Bombshell contest. It is held at the Jorgé Hernandez Community Center at Villa Victoria in the South End, making it the first Latino gay sponsored event at the Center. Contestants include Boston's Avian Waters, Coco Lopez, and Amanda.
1998: Vicky sponsors a party at Buddies that coincides with the 100th anniversary of the invasion of Puerto Rico by the US on August 25, 1898.
For the full Latino/a History Timeline: http://historyproject.org/resources/latino_timeline.php
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Kelli's First SCC--and, First Flight!
Kelli Nicole Elam December 24th, 2008 1:41 am MST**This blog was written in early October, so please don't be confused by any "day/time" mentionings. And, if you do you this--Thank you, so much! It was written with a lot of excitement in my mind and love in my heart.
**Also, I'm having to split this into 2 parts, since for some reason I can't get the whole blog into this one journal entry--so, the final day(Sunday) will be posted on my 2nd journal entry. Thank you for taking the time to read it all! ((HUGS))
Hello everyone! Well…I finally did it…no, I didn’t climb Mt. Everest…but, in a way, I did climb over a big mountain called “Fear” or, “Anxiety” or, “Apprehension”….and, all of those feelings now seem far behind me, even though it’s only been a week now since I first arrived in Atlanta for the Southern Comfort Conference. Yes, I just said I was at THE SCC!! WOOHOO!!! (calm down sweetie, you have a HUGE blog to write…maybe an all-nighter…I better go make some food….) So, yes, this blog may run a bit long…longer than usual for me at least…but, hey, this just may have been not only one of THE best weeks of my life….but, maybe, one of the most important times I’ve ever had, especially as a girl of course. And, not only for the time spent within the confines of the SCC experience, but I also traveled there and back home as Kelli. That’s HUGE for me!!
The whole time was amazing….well, let me tell ya a little bit about it. Please count the “!’s” I use—could be a record!!
Let’s start at the beginning of this “SCC process”. As some of you already know, I requested, and received a scholarship from SCC, and also had MAJOR help in getting there(flight paid for by a loving and precious girlfriend, whose wish of staying anonymous will be honored), and staying there at the Crowne Plaza-Ravinia(with 2 girlfriends, Bridgett and then Tracy, who both said “not to worry, we’ll take care of it…”), and help with clothes from another girlfriend, Samantha. And last but certainly not least—my wife, because, if it wasn’t for her agreeing, at least up to a point, that this trip would be a good thing for me, I may not have went...but then again, to pass up this opportunity...and, with others who were out there, offering help....plus, my desire to go was SO high... so it would have been difficult not to go. And of course, if she wasn’t doing well enough, and someone(thankfully, her parents were here then) couldn’t be here the day I flew out—she had her last chemotherapy treatment that day…I probably wouldn’t have went. And, also, she gave me some spending money…practically all the money I brought with me($100), so I knew she was at least somewhat "pro-SCC for Kelli". And, I had more help when I was there, but that’s getting ahead of myself. And, I think I’m done with thinking: “Why me, why am I SO fortunate??” I just need to do the same for someone else someday.
Wednesday, October 1
Ok, so, being without much money to use for this trip(I started out with $100…and, this was a concern, not all the time, but it was in the back of my mind most of the time while there), I wanted to park the car(another concern—it’s about on it’s last legs…or axles) at the nearest train station(for free) and take the train 30 miles to the airport ($2), instead of parking near the airport for $12 a day(which means I’d need $60 abouts when I got back--more on that later) …well, it didn’t quite work out the way I planned—mostly my fault, I waited till the last moment to pack, and then I couldn’t get it all in one bag(extra bag--$50), so, being stubborn as always, I brought the extra bag, since I wanted as many clothing options as possible! By this time, it was about an hour past my planned time to leave(longer travel time using the train to the airport vs. car only), so I had to get going(EEEEK I didn’t wanna be late!!), so said bye-bye to my wife, but not without thanking her again... and I took off…and, about 2 miles out of town, I looked over and…EEEEK, I forgot my purse!!
So, knowing I have the cops in my back pocket, I sped back home and grabbed it, and said my goodbye’s again to Jeannie. An hour or so later I made it to the parking area and then the airport and the gate with around 40 minutes to spare. But, not before spending $50 for that extra bag…so, I now had $50 to spend at SCC over a 5 day period. 
Now that I look back on that, it’s totally amazing how practically everything had to work out right…and, it did!(more on that later) Oh…and, I forgot to mention—I was “dressed” from the time I left the house, until I arrived back home on Sunday night. Yay!! Going through security went smoothly…even got ‘ma’amed”(first of many times!). The flight was smooth and easy, and quick(Yay, I had things to do!! (teehee). The next challenges were picking up my luggage and using the MARTA train to travel north, stopping near the hotel. All good there too! I think a couple people were looking at me…but, hey, I’m cute, maybe that was the reason. 
So, now I’m getting off the train, and I know it’s only around a ½ mile to the hotel, so, in my infinite wisdom, I decide to walk over there…I needed some exercise anyway, so off I went. I think it took 30 minutes to walk that half mile—traffic lights galore(grrr), plus hauling almost as much weight as I weigh…but still, I could see the “Crowne Plaza—Ravinia” sign in front of me! “One foot in front of the other, Kelli girl, you can do it, this is where you’ve wanted to go and what you’ve wanted to do for SUCH a long time….” And, I did it!!
I didn’t see any trumpeters blowing a tribute, or banners welcoming me, specifically(next year), but that’s ok, I arrived, safe and sound, and no significant complications. That wouldn’t be quite the truth going back home….but anyway, now it was time to celebrate!
I checked in…though that turned out to be a bit of a trick(I forgot the name Bridgett used to check into her room, oooops), but they finally relented in giving me a key(I practiced my eye-batting and pouting techniques on the plane). I then proceeded up to my room, and then went “Ahhhh”…as I layed on the bed for a few minutes. But not for long! I’m HERE!! And, I gots lots things to doose!! I changed clothes, freshened up a bit, and then headed back down to the lobby. I needed to sign in/register for the conference, so I asked someone at a nearby table where I needed to go. But first, I wanted to see if there was anyone familiar roaming around the front of the hotel, the lobby, and also over at what appeared to be the hotel bar. And, well, yes there WAS someone familiar in there!! OMG…it... was…really…HER! I bet my eyes were as big as her…uhumm, you know…. when I first set eyes on Chloe Prince!
Wow, it was really her, giving me the warmest of hugs!! She then invited me over to their tables for pizza and a drink. And, although I didn’t recognize her at first(duh!), there was Tara, a long time Y360 friend. It was just too cool to have those girls there, along with many others that I didn’t know before, but were of course, just as nice and friendly as Chloe and Tara.(remember, this was, with one exception(albeit a BIG exception, my first time out back in December), the first time I was with other girls in a public setting(I had met Riz in August of 2006, and Jessica, in July of 2007(first time ever dressed with another girl, and also someone else see me dressed—2 of her neighbors)) So, after awhile, Chloe took me down to the registration room, where I met the lovely Debbie Dunkle! But, I had forgot to bring my registration code with me, so, it was back upstairs for that. But, before going back down, we went to her room, and Chloe offered to give me a personal makeover—YAY!! How could I pass that up?? That was SUCH a fun time! But the best part for me was just getting to talk with and be with her. She’s been SO good to me over the past year or so….longer actually…and talking to her, finally, in person…not to mention watching her make me up purtee, was one of THE highlights of my whole time in Atlanta, it really was. I have many wonderful sisters/girlfriends, mostly online, but Chloe’s right “there”, near, or at the top of that fabulous list. I am SO blessed. Thank you so much, Chloe, for helping me start off my time at SCC in a most fabulous way! ((HUGS))
We then parted ways for awhile, as I needed to change again, shave, etc., and hopefully meet up with my roommate Bridgett, and see what her plans were for the evening. And, there she was, the one and only, Bridgett Sommers!! Another heroine to my rescue!
We had a nice talk, and then I proceeded to get ready for the evening, not exactly knowing what I was going to do. I told her that I still needed to register, so I went back down for that. Not long after, Chloe saw me and asked if I was going to Agatha’s Mystery Dinner Theatre. No, not at all, I couldn’t afford it($65)….well, she said someone had to cancel and she had a ticket available. Cool! Sure I’ll go! So, I decided to go up and change clothes again(familiar theme amongst most of us girls while there I’m sure)…and, I almost missed the bus! But, I made it, and I’m glad I did, because I had a lovely and fun time. I sat with Chloe(of course), and made some new friends on the bus over there, and at the dinner table. Everyone had a part to play during the course of the show, which was cool. The 2 actors were quite funny…lame once in awhile, but for the most part it was a fun show. (A sorta play on Annie Oakley) One girl sitting close to us particularly enjoyed it, she was laughing SO loud and often! Little did I know then that this particular gal would play a big part in helping me arrive home on Sunday. Anyway, the show was now over, and we rode back, and I was sitting with Chloe, and she once again, gave me good advice, on how to have fun as much as possible and don’t hold back….knowing that I am somewhat shy, or reticent, when I’m around people I don’t know well. I took her advice to heart…but, I still had those “moments” over my time there. I have to admit, the whole thing was overwhelming at times. But, overall, I think I did pretty good. So, once I got back to the hotel, it was quickly “beddy-bye” time for me. Just too tired…not only from the traveling, and traveling for the first time as Kelli… and, yes, a bit of nerves, but not bad really…I was just exhausted…not getting enough sleep the week before leaving....and I guess the 30 minute hot shower contributed to my fatigue.
Thursday, October 2
For the previous 5 days, I had a total of around 18 hours’ sleep…so, yeah, I was exhausted, and even though I had wanted to attend a 9 o’clock seminar that morning, I’m glad a “slept in” (8:30), since I would need that rest for the rest of the week/weekend! Bridgett had just returned from a run, so we coordinated our plans for the day. There was one other seminar I wanted to attend that day, but mostly I was free to do whatever. So we decided to try the mall for lunch and some shopping afterwards, which freed up most of my morning to mingle and check out the vendor area. There were some nice things I wouldn’t have minded buying there…but, without much money available, I just “window” shopped while there. I really wanted one of those cute little jewelry trees one vendor was selling…oh well, next year. After awhile I went back upstairs to get ready for the mall. This, of course, would be another “first” for me, going shopping(and eating too) en femme. And, as food courts usually are around noonish, it was BUSY! I think I did fine though…it helped that Bridgett was with me, along with Cheryl Jackson, oh and also, our mutual URNA chat room friend, Larry from Toronto—that’s literally what he goes by in that room, “Larry from Toronto”(I’m assuming there are no other Toronto’s in the world.). He was sweet, not that I didn’t think he would be….but, you know, most guys on the ‘Net are like—WEIRD!! Anyway, we had a nice lunch together, and, although I was not particularly looking at people and seeing if they were “looking” at me/us…I’m sure there were a few…but then again, maybe not, but by that point, I really didn’t care, and from my previous day’s experience traveling as me, I wasn’t all that concerned. I had on fairly short denim skirt(what was I supposed to do while in Atlanta, hide my most precious feminine attributes?? >wink< ), a pink tank with a tan hoodie with a pair of tan 3” wedges. No, I’m not exactly “fashion conscience”, like SOOO many girls I met while there in Atlanta, OMG!!(I think that’s great, more power to them!) But, I got by ok while there I think. Anyway, after lunch, Bridgett and I split from Cheryl and Larry and did bit ‘o shoppin’. I mostly watched Bridgett shop actually. But, we did find some great bargains at a couple of stores….can’t think of their names at the moment…wait, Arden B. was one…and Charlotte Rae, I think...anyway, I found a lovely little black dress(never had an “LBD” before), ties over one shoulder, off the other(showing my “K” tatt btw, yay!), and fairly short(duh). (yes, I know, I didn’t have much money…but a couple of girls the day before graciously gave me some spending money, and good thing, or this shopping “swarwey” wouldn’t have been possible) Sweet Bridgett, after I found another dress to wear (and by then the cash was dwindling) for Saturday night, said she would buy it for me!(ya shoulda seen my face then!
) It was all pink, which, for me, was perfect, since this would be my first “ball”(behave!) and pink being by far my fave color….and, above the knees of course. Yay, I now had more options for Friday and Saturday nights! We also paid visits to a MAC store and a VS store…both shockers there, eh girls?? We separated for a bit after that….so, I went to Claire’s and bought a few hoopies. We connected again,, and then I went back on my own to the hotel, walking over with some sweet and fun young kids(ok, I “almost” were their ages). All in all a most pleasant experience for a first time mall chickie. 
I arrived back at the hotel, and not long afterwards, I had to get ready for the evening dinner, back at the mall, at Hudson Grille….and, yes, I received another “freebee”, this time offered by Debbie Dunkle’s lovely wife, Sandy. (By this time, I was wondering if my name really was “Dorothy” and I truly was on a Yellow Brick Road.... ) I rode a shuttle over with my Saturday night roomie Tracy and her her friend Deja, and other girls too. As per usual, I didn’t eat very much…I just have to be careful while dining out, with my screwy food allergies. But anyway, not long after finishing, I was SO pleasantly surprised by a visit from not only Bridgett, but her(and mine too!) good friend Candice, from Boston(she's a good friend via the URNA chat room). OH I had been wanting to meet this girl for SO long! Her nickname in the chat room there is “Sweet Boston Candy”---and she definitely IS one of the sweetest girls I know. I almost started to cry after we hugged…but she said to not do that, and to just be happy that we finally met. After dinner, and after taking some outside photos, we all piled back into the shuttle and back to the hotel. I didn’t have any set plans that night—just “hangin’ around” the hotel, the bar there, or wherever. I did go into the bar for a bit, mingled some…but, I also needed some alone time, to gather my thoughts. It had been a whirlwind 36-ish hours up to that point, and I felt I needed some time to sort things through. Maybe that sounds odd…but, remember, this was only the 2nd time I had ever been out, anyplace, ever…if you can count my whole time at SCC plus the traveling as “one time out”. My first time was last December, on my birthday, no less…and in San Francisco, the so-called “capital of trans”(it sure ain’t Greenville !
). Pretty good deal, with these first two outings, me thinks! So, I layed down on the bed, watching the VP debate…and, that had me so excited that I ….fell asleep. For about an hour…and then I freshened up and went back downstairs, hopefully finding Bridgett and Candy…but, no luck, and I feel like mingling much anymore that night, so I went back upstairs and took another refreshing shower. (Yeah, I know—“Party pooper”, that’s me.) Bridgett came in around 1am…I think…and I said that maybe tomorrow we can all, me her and Candy, go someplace to eat, dancing, etc., and she said that’ll work. “Nite-nite Bridgett” “Nite-nite Kelli”
Friday, October 3
Being the Internet/chat addict that I am, I awoke around 5am, to get an early start on chatting and IM messages…and, I sure didn’t see many girls up at that hour! I did get into the URNA chat room though…but, hardly anyone was there…I guess most were in Atlanta! (What was cool though, was later that day, while chatting on Yahoo Messenger, was making contact with a girl, Adrienne, that I hadn’t chatted with for over a year…and, there she was, as I was sitting in the “mecca” of trans-celebration!) So, after awhile, I picked up a bagel, a drink, and went back upstairs to get ready for the day. (Btw, I wore a white long-sleeved sweater with a pink tank underneath, along with a denim skirt and 2” tan wedges--hmmm, sounds familiar. And all either were from Goodwill or Payless…kinda sad isn't it? But, at the same time, some really good bargains…plus, with our finances as they are….sigh.) Another BIG day planned, this time with seminars, the career fair, luncheons, a lovely dinner(and lovely dinner companions!) and, although not originally planned--a fun time at the hotel bar. Let’s start with the seminars. The first was at 9am, with Donna Rose. What an amazing, and of course, obviously gorgeous, woman!! I thoroughly enjoyed her talk…and, I wish it could have lasted another hour. I did get to introduce myself after her talk. And, that was just my first brush with celebrity that day! The next seminar was with Jessica McKinnon, a voice trainer/educator. This was my first exposure to any type of voice training, and I enjoyed her presentation, so much so, that I signed up for a private voice lesson the next morning, up in her suite. (more on that later) I sat with a new friend, Michelle from Boston, whom I had met the day before…and, btw, I absolutely LOVE you Boston girls! It seems like I met at least 7 or 8 while at SCC—all lovely, all friendly, all fun! (I think Boston just moved into 2nd place on places to move to eventually, hehe.). And, so, after that seminar, I had lunch with Michelle, and also with a few Jersey gals. And, again, I ate little…but that’s ok, I was just SOOO happy, being there at this Conference! After parting with Michelle, and going up to freshen up, I went back down for the Career Fair. It was good, and informative, but not being in a position just yet to change jobs/careers, or move from here, I just mostly talked to a couple of presenters and picked up some literature. After that, I went to the vendor area and browsed. No purchases, just browsing. No cash, no purchases. >pout< I LOVED the jewelry trees one vendor had, they had the body of gorgeously dressed women, with various “branches” to hang necklaces and such, on each side…but, oh well, next time.
My next seminar was with Jennifer Boylan. And, other than just being here, and traveling there and back, and of course, being with my friends, one of THE main things I wanted to do while at SCC was to attend one of Ms. Boylan’s seminars. Just before going in the Maplewood B room, I ran into(not literally, she could hurt me if I did
) Chloe, and she was going to see Jenny (oh yes, I’m on a first-name basis with her ) also! Being that I had wanted to meet Ms. Boylan ever since reading her wonderful book, “She’s Not There”, I just HAD to sit in the front row. For the first hour, she mostly read passages from her new book, “I’m Looking Through You”, of which I haven’t read yet…was planning to before leaving for Atlanta, just ran outta time, yada yada….and, she interspersed that with her infectious humor, actually throughout her session. I enjoyed my time with her even more than I thought I would! And, afterwords, she signed autographs—yes, I brought both books with me! I even asked her a couple of questions, and had my photo taken with her—YAY! 
Wow….I’m now sitting here at home, thinking about being with her…and really, my whole time down there...and, it’s been almost a week now since arriving back home…and, I’m getting tearful thinking about how special a time I had…and, wishing it could have lasted longer. But hey, magic happened, for me, and no doubt for MANY other girls last week, and, at least for me, it was quite an emotional time too.
So, anyway, my next stop was back to the room, since Bridgett, Candice and I had dinner plans that evening. When I arrived in the room, I heard someone in the bathroom, and, I thought it was Bridgett. “No no, uh-uh…”…it was Candice! Getting ready, and since she was staying at another hotel, it just made sense for her to get ready with us. She is SUCH a fun girl! And, I thought I had nice legs—omg, Candice has WAY better…well, she should, she rides her bicycle over 5000 miles a year!
After we were all done making ourselves perfect(I had on a new black dress, the same one I mentioned earlier), and, not knowing exactly where we wanted to go for dinner, we hung around the bar for a bit, and asked around for some good places to dine, and also some cool dance venues, because one thing I did want to do with Candice was dance with her(and Bridgett also of course), since she has a bit of a “reputation”(no, not THAT kind 
) as a great dancer, and I was hoping to discover that. There was a club, “Le Buzz”, that was fairly local, and that catered to TG’s, and supposedly had dancing available, but then we heard that, at least that night, it was just going to be a drag show….so, we ended up not going there, after dinner. Well, as it happened, that club DID have dancing…but, but the time we found that out, it was too late. Oh well, at least we had a nice(and, OMG, at least to me…though the girls took care of me and my share of the bill—Expensive!!) meal together…along with a bit of flirting with the waiters and waitresses. (All innocent here! >wink< ) That dinner though, was part of the true essence of my time at SCC—forging close friendships, and, hopefully, having them last a lifetime. After dinner, it was back to the Ravinia. I found a couple of friends to talk to, and then I kinda lost touch with Bridgett and Candice, and eventually I went back upstairs to rest a bit. But, I didn’t wanna stay up there…I wanted to have some more fun with friends that night, so I went back down to the hotel bar, and, there they were! “There she is!”, said Candice, so I joined them, for what turned out to be the next 3 hours! More good times with them, and with other girls who came by to say “Hi”. I’d like to give a special “Hello” and thank you to two in particular—Danielle and Rebecca. You girls were so much fun! Danielle seemed to be admiring Candice’s legs…no argument there….and, after some coaxing, Candice relented and allowed(yeah, like she wasn’t gently teasing Danielle in the first place, hehe )(well, girl, you were!) Danielle to massage her feet. Yes, in the bar. But, hey, it was like, 2am now…”who cares”, right?? After awhile, I asked(or, maybe Danielle asked me…can’t remember, hehe) Danielle if I could take her place. Now, I didn’t actually plan to massage Candice’s, or anyone’s feet that night…especially in a hotel bar…but hey, it was fun, and Candice certainly seemed to enjoy it. >wink< Soon we were all getting tired…it was now around 3am…and, I was actually the last one out of the bar that night. Yes, me, “Ms. “Temperance”” 
And then, after going up to the room to gather her things, Candice and I had to say are goodbye’s(Bridgett had went back up an hour earlier), since she had to leave in a few hours, as did Bridgett. Obviously, the least favorite part of my time in Atlanta, parting from friends. I have a feeling I’m speaking here for many girls, but the friendships I have, and now, especially with the girls I’ve actually met in person, run VERY very deep, and it truly is a love of one’s sisters….we’re all in this together, and, hopefully, there will come the day when such conferences won’t be necessary…but, I know, that’s a long way off. If the general public could truly see the close bonds we girls(and no doubt, transmen also) have…and, yes, much of it out of necessity…and how we take care of one another…I think they would be very impressed. And, at the same time, our community needs to reach out TO the general populace, and show them, by our words, and our actions, that we truly belong in this world too. Anyway, by this time I was SO happy to be there that I hardly slept….and little did I know that I could have used more rest, after what happened over the next couple of days.
Saturday, October 4
It’s a good thing I didn’t sleep in, because then I would have missed hugging Bridgett and saying goodbye. I can never thank her enough for allowing me to stay with her, without paying my share of the room…my GOODNESS I have wonderful friends!!
After she left, I got cleaned up and went down for some Internet and later, breakfast. By this time, I knew I only had around $50(Several very sweet and generous girls had given me some money while I was there…some, anonymously, and some not(you know who you are! ((HUGS)) )…and, well, I had spent some of that money shopping…hard to resist!...but, as it ended up, I should have saved that money for the trip home.), but I wanted decent breakfast (I think I lost around 5 lbs. during my time in Atlanta), so I went down to the breakfast restaurant(“La Grotta”, I believe) and ordered toast and tea(well, ok, actually hash browns, a bagel and OJ). Not long after I began eating, I looked up and saw Jenny Boylan and some friends walk in. That morning, I wore a pretty pink/tie-dyed style bandana(and a pink(yes, I have lots!)top and capri’s), and as Jenny walked by, she said, “Well hi Kelli(I think she said my name—maybe it’s just wishful recalling 
), what a cute bandana, I like the look!” I smiled the rest of breakfast. 
Just a bit later, I sat with Allyson, a good friend from Yahoo 360, and who, later that day, during the Saturday luncheon, without her knowing ahead of time, would be given recognition for this event being her first time out in public as Allyson. That recognition couldn’t happen to a nicer girl, believe me. So, I finished breakfast, gave Allyson a hug, and headed up to Jessica McKinnon’s suite, for a private voice lesson. Just finishing her lesson was my long time online friend, Keri Renault, who I had met in the lobby the previous day(it was SO nice to finally meet her!), and it was nice to see her again. I really enjoyed that session with Jessica—she recorded my voice, and will be sending that file to me, and I can use that as a template as I continue working on my voice…which she said was pretty good already(Yay!). Thank you, Jessica! And then, I headed up to get packed…since I had to leave that room and stay with Tracy that evening. I somehow crammed everything into my 3 bags…but, I couldn’t find Tracy…her phone would automatically go into voice mail, and I did leave a message, but I never did hear back from her. Later on I found out why, and everything turned out ok, but it was a bit of a frustrating day. So, it was now around noon, and I had to get my stuff out of the room, but without a room yet to keep my bags, I had to leave them downstairs in the storage room. Which, was ok…but later on, I would need to change clothes for the pool party…but, that eventually turned out ok too. (Again, thank goodness for friends!!) The week before I left for Atlanta, I became acquainted online, with Mandi MacDonald, a gal from the Atlanta area. I think she’d left a message on the SCC Lounge Yahoo Group site, and I clicked on her name/profile, and found her story interesting(working for an airline, in the maintenance dept.—while transitioning…so, you can imagine, in such a “macho” type environment….), and sent her an IM, telling her I’m coming to Atlanta for the SCC event, and then she said we should meet up sometime….and, it worked out that we were able to meet for the Saturday SCC luncheon, and I enjoyed my time with her, and her friend Shawna. I also greatly enjoyed both Donna Rose’s and Mara Keisling's speeches….both true heroines of our community
So, now it was time for the pool party! Not being much of a “pool girl”, I was slightly hesitant in going…not to mention not wanting to scare anyone with my blindingly white skin…but, with Chloe giving me some of her old(but still good!) bathing suits(yes, one piece—I’m not THAT daring!), and figuring to see her there, I just “had” to go…but, I needed someplace to change clothes. Thankfully, Tracy’s friend Deja was in the lobby area, and I asked her if I could use her room to change, and being the sweetheart that she is, she said fine, that’s cool. She even let me borrow a lovely wrap of hers. I had a fun time at the party, and re-connected with Michelle, who looked very pretty, as she always did every time I saw her. Chloe didn’t show…well, at least I didn’t see her, but that was ok, she can’t babysit me every moment.
So, now it was around 4pm, and still no sign of Tracy. Deja said I could use her room to get ready for the evening’s festivities…and I thanked her for her offer, but I did want to get into my room(I should have coordinated better with Tracy beforehand). I did get an offer from Debbie Dunkle to use her room to dress…but things got a bit chaotic, what with my cell not always working, and going down to the lobby every once in awhile, hoping to see Tracy around someplace. And, for awhile, I did find another girl who let me keep my bags in her room—Bonnie, from Canada, who also offered to let me stay with her that night, in case Tracy didn’t show up. (Thank you, Bonnie!!) Eventually I did see her in the lobby—she was downtown for much of the day, shopping with a friend…and they had some car trouble, and got caught in traffic…which was all perfectly understandable. So, anyway, now I could get into the room…but now it was around 6pm, so we both had to scramble a bit to get ready in time for the dinner and entertainment. I just HAD to wear my new(thank you again, Bridgett!! ) pink dress! I ended up being a bit late(15 minutes abouts) for the dinner, but hey, that was ok, I didn’t eat much anyway(surprise!). After finishing, I went outside the ballroom and made some phone calls. I called Jeannie…I had forgot to call her yesterday(Friday), and I felt bad about that. She said she was doing fine, and was about ready to eat supper(her church was delivering supper every night while I was away). It was good to hear her voice. I also called a couple of girlfriends, one local to me(she was so surprised to hear from me!) and the other, my best friend Jessica, who would have liked to have been there(she was there in 2006), but with too many complications in her life nowadays, her health being one main reason, she just couldn’t make it…but she was glad I called. And I was glad to call them, and at least give them a bit of a taste of what I was feeling, being there, with some of THE coolest and nicest people I have EVER met in my life. I got a bit emotional sitting there…I didn’t wanna break down, out in the lobby there, but it was hard not to, knowing it was my final night. More and more people were leaving the ballroom by then, and mingling, taking photos, etc. I do hope to receive some photos of me from those sweet girls who took my picture!
Now it was around 9pm, and my feet were starting to bother me again…and, I wanted to change into something different, so I went up to the room and changed(cute black n’ purple top, cute black skirt, cute sho---ok Kelli, calm down). And, once again, to think too. SOOO much had happened to me in the past 4 days!! All good!! It was almost surreal….my whole life, with all the accumulated thoughts, feelings I’d had throughout the years….and, now, I was in this place, this truly magic place called the Southern Comfort Conference…and, I honestly had never felt this comfortable my whole life…trying not to cry while typing this….but yes, it was real, finally real, and, along with my travels as my true self, my time at SCC will never, ever be forgotten. Anyway, after getting done changing(and thinking), I went back downstairs. I noticed Tracy, outside the front doors, so I went out to see what she was up to. She was going to a club someplace…a “straight” club, and then asked if I’d like to go. Sure, why not? Well, after waiting around for about 20 minutes, I went back inside. Maybe it was a slight fear—of being out at a “normal” type establishment…or, maybe I was tired…or maybe it was just all a bit too much…yes, I’d been fine, traveling down, and at the mall, going out to eat, etc…and of course, at the hotel….but, for whatever reason, I backed out from going, and, as it turned out, it was really my only regret my whole time away. Tracy said that they had a great time, and possibly even opened some minds there…let’s hope so! I should have went and been a part of that. Next time, I won’t be so hesitant.
I did go over to the bar, talked to a few girls, but by that time, I was really tired(maybe you should eat more, Kells
), and, feeling kinda down, knowing this would be my last night there…and yes, with my worries back at home always in my mind(I’m sorry, but I just can’t not think about those things….it’s a big part of my life also)…I then went back upstairs, and eventually fell quickly asleep—TOO quickly, because I forgot to wash my makeup off. Oooops! I think Tracy got back around 2am, and she related how fun a time she and her friends had that night. Good for them, I was happy to hear about all of that. And, I really couldn’t complain—it was my fault I didn’t go with them. And besides, I had been having quite possibly the greatest week of my life…especially, obviously, my life as Kelli. So, I slept well that night. 
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What I wrote My Congressman regarding the US Economy
Jon October 1st, 2008 2:11 pm MDTI've been so disgusted listening to the Talking Heads spew bullshit on what needs to be done to get the Economy going again that I decided to write My Congressman. I encourage everyone to do the same, whether your view is in line with mine or diametrically opposed to it. Here's what I wrote My Congressman.
I'm writing to ask you 2 things and also to express my opinion.
1. Please Vote NO on any Tax Payer funded Bailout, of any kind, for Banks and Financial Institutions. As a Tax Payer, I do not want to see my Hard Earned Tax Dollars going to help out Companies or Institutions that have made irresponsible decisions. Large Firms should be treated no differently than Small Firms. If they can't stay afloat on their own, they should be allowed to go under.
2. Do NOT use my Hard Earned Tax Dollars to Subsidize the Mortgages of others. If a person was irresponsible enough to take out a Mortgage larger than they could afford then they should be foreclosed on. People must be held responsible for their actions. It would be grossly unfair to use My Hard Earned Tax Dollars to help pay off someone else's Mortgage. I have a hard enough time paying My Mortgage and My Monthly Bills without the Added Burden of Subsidizing someone else. Taxes are not levied by our Government to Redistribute wealth and it Offends me that it's even being considered.
My opinion on what should happen going forward...
1. Banks should require Substantial Down Payments before rewarding a Mortgage.
2. Banks should Verify Employment and Yearly Income before rewarding a Mortgage.
A comment on 1 and 2 above... This is what Banks always did until Our Government, towards the end of the 1990's, started pushing Banks to loosen their requirements so that more people could own homes. Well, guess what, not everyone can afford to own a home. I think that's pretty clear now and should have been obvious from the beginning.
3. Financial Institutions must be held responsible for the types of Financial Instruments they buy and sell. If they bundle up Worthless Sub Prime Mortgages into Financial Instruments and then can't sell them, well, that's life, they should be stuck with them. If it causes their Collapse, so be it.
To sum it up, Corporations AND Individuals must be held accountable for their actions. Using My and other people's Hard Earned Tax Dollars to Redistribute the Wealth to help the Rich OR the Poor, goes against everything this country stands for and the thought of it makes me sick to my stomach.
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Erowid: Documenting the Complex Relationship between Humans and Psychoactives
Jon September 12th, 2008 1:37 pm MDTJust a neat little site that I ran across...
http://www.erowid.org
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Boston Pride Weekend 2008 Pics
Jon June 17th, 2008 2:11 pm MDTI just put up a Gallery of Assorted Pics from Boston Pride 2008. We had a whole bunch of friends up from Miami and we all had a blast, which I'm sure you can see from the Pics. The majority of pics were taken at Our place in the wee hours after Jacques Cabaret closed for the night.
Enjoy
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