| The Sun In Drag You are the Sun in drag. You are God hiding from yourself. Remove all the "mine"----that is the veil. Why ever worry about Anything? Listen to what your friend Hafiz Knows for certain: The appearance of this world Is a Magi's brillant trick, though its affairs are Nothing into nothing. You are a divine elephant with amnesia Trying to live in an ant Hole. Sweetheart, O sweetheart You are God in Drag! Hafiz (1320-1389) |
| The day I found out about my surgery date was typical in many ways of the reactions I would receive from the people around me. My sisters were very happy for me. Their enthusiasm for my desire to transition has always strengthened my resolve. My brothers were less supportive. When I told one of my brothers about the surgery date, he responded by telling me I was "out of my f---ing mind!" I suppose I was expecting a less than enthusistic response, but the harshness he displayed really caught me off guard and it hurt me plenty. My Dad's response to my news was a little more heartwarming. He told me it wasn't my brother's life or his life to control. It was my life to do as I pleased, and what he needed to do was find a way to accept it. I have always butted heads with my father. But as time has passed I have come to appreciate his ability to be able to adapt to new and oftentimes uncomfortable situations. His comments left me with a tear in my eye and weakness in my knees. The next 2-1/2 months would be difficult enough to endure, even without all the negativity that my transition seemed to evoke in some people. I was more determined than ever to make my dream come true. I wanted to spend the next 11 weeks with a single purpose in mind. I knew for this surgery to be a success I needed to prepare intently, and tap into my reserve of tenacity. BACK NEXT |