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November 9, 2018 at 8:19 pm #22595
I grew up in the San Francisco bay area,hung out in north beach in the beat clubs
It was the birth place of the counter culture. After I returned from 4 years in the navy,and the Vietnam war,I blended back into the San Francisco street scene. When Andy Warhol brought candy darling into the eye of the changing culture, running with the Angels of Light street Theater,holly woodlawn who was holly from the song,”walk on the wild side”,you really had to be there. friends that helped shape the transition I would pass through. The merry pranksters,and allen Ginsburg,doing his thing in north beach.
hanging out with the sisters of perpetual indulgence,finding my true self.
And then was born Christina angelica,and the birth pains were ripping.,knowing Bambi Lake and finding my place in the new culture.
Meeting Janis Joplin in a club down in north beach she grabbed my hunger for severe blues and pulled me into real life.
hanging out at the boom boom room,blues club run bye hate when my memory stops working. oh yeh started by John Lee Hooker,being there when the Stones blew in to jam,after their concert at the Oakland coliseum
that was the best time,and the beginning.
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December 1, 2018 at 11:24 pm #26716
sorry to repeat a video but this is the real video,not just the song.
being at an age where i may cross into the cosmic at some future time,I would hope my passing would show as much grace as David does in the video.
i would love to have this video played when I depart.
December 1, 2018 at 7:31 am #26525
writing something offline,and will post it when I finish,about my gender nature as gender outlaw as kate bornstein’s book is titled, I will try to lay out my evolution over the years.
search kates book,it will be informational ib your journey I believe. sorry about typos kb is messing up a bit.
November 28, 2018 at 4:03 pm #25999
I thought Dame Veronica might like this one written again a long time ago.
Eye of Salamander, Heart of Newt
Collections of defences, suit of armor made of glass
There is no central heating, high above this plane of grass
Something in the distance, has the odor of the grave
This is no place for children, even fathers can be brave
The lightning from its voice, has a motion swift and true
A dagger of deception, flying straight for you
Demons have a calling, though not one of greed
Emancipations whisper, harbors notions of great need
I am the bringer of conviction, the center of the art
But only fools will follow me, to the places far apart
Mansions have their seasons, left alone upon a hill
Anger is no secret, to the knight who still must kill
Bring no laughter to this table, it is bitter in its gall
There is no place for dreaming, in this green room down the hall
Place your faith in alabaster statues, hid in notches on the wall
Say a prayer to heal a monster, just a human after all
Within a box, covered in ebony, a diamond for its key
Lie the ashes of desire, to be cast silently away at sea
It is simple in its danger, this parting from the way
Bring no master to this banquet, but the sinner has to stay
Call the name of reason, scream it to the stars
The fault of justice, may impart a meaning, namely ours
For the sake of the defender, no sound may break his lips
Not when the anchor has been weighed, from these crimson ships
Gather a convention, of the brightest and the best
Send them into the night, to a place they face the test
A cinema is not the world, a fiction does not ring true
Going down has no return, not for me and you
Anunitu (C) 2001
November 28, 2018 at 3:42 pm #25995
another thing I wrote a long time ago.
Only Dead Roses..
Framed behind memories, in plastic and glass
Pressed into service, the moments will pass
Congress of energy, broken and torn
Cast upon waters, dark and forlorn
All this be memory, that fades in the light
Coming to haunt you only at night
Flowers are fragile, as beauty must be
But shadows are waiting close by the sea
To whisper the secrets, to you and to me
Of resurrecting the Roses, and setting them free
it was written for a friend who died
November 28, 2018 at 3:28 pm #25993
Just thought I would drop this in here,it is something i Wrote some time ago.
From a life newly formed, interaction is the norm
Over years the rules grow, shaping, shifting,overflow
At a moment of introspection, we inquire true direction
Can we ponder re-invention, without the mire of detention
As a mind that freely flows, can we remain within the rows
Follow blindly social unction, ever seeking different junction
passing through contemplation, of a path beyond our station
so much pressure to be the same, is it just a silly game
Older, wiser, all alone, marked our path with flesh and bone
Would I sorrow looking back, always wonder about the lack
Sitting, dreaming of the things, I have done, spreading wide my wings
No regretting going my way, i did it all, in the drift and sway
If a life is truly ours, then we must reach out for the stars
In the evening of our years, remember laughter, never tears
never wishing what I could have done, I have flown to touch the sun
If I fell with melting wings, even so, plunging downward, still my heart sings
Anunitu (C) 2001
November 28, 2018 at 12:09 pm #25957
This was originally my post,but I have returned in a new incarnation for reasons best left off from discussion.
Hello Dame Veronica,like in the shinning,:I’mmm.BACK”
November 16, 2018 at 3:01 pm #23999Anonymous
when i got out of the navy,and confronted my mother about being trans,she being VERY religious did the you will burn in hell rant on me,it did not make me feel I could share my feelings or be open with anyone for many years,and i am still paranoid about being out with people,why i am, glad for being here
November 10, 2018 at 10:00 am #22643Dame Veronica GraunwolfAmbassadorAMBASSADOR
WOW! What a trip into the past and best years of my life, trying to bury what I had just spent my last four years.in Nam doing. Thank you for sharing……..
Dame Veronica Graunwolf
November 16, 2018 at 10:22 am #23909Anonymous
I was trying to help a FTM on a site,but had a hard time explaining to him what it takes to survive in a male world,i mentioned being confronted by a DI in boot,and the need for strong armor against verbal assaults,he had run into taunts in presenting male,felt sorry for him. guy stuff is not for the faint in heart,as is presenting female in transition.
November 10, 2018 at 11:07 am #22647Anonymous
I was lucky being in the navy,no in country ground pounding,,met a guy at my first base who was a CB whose entire company was whiped out,he survived by being under all the bodies,he took a long while to get over that,survivors guilt and stuff.
November 10, 2018 at 6:13 am #22625Cloe (CC) WebbManaging AmbassadorMANAGING AMBASSADOR
Wow, thank you J G! All I can do is help to keep the momentum rolling. Knowing how scared I was of dealing with this 25 yrs ago makes me admire how brave you all were even further back.
With all my love,
November 10, 2018 at 4:17 am #22614Anonymous
Here is a bit of history you should know.
Te Stonewall riots. it used to be you could be arrested being dressed in clothing not meeting your gender ID. it was the street queens that fought back after being messed with by the police all the time.
This was the beginning to gay and transgender RIGHTS
Never forget how we may live without being targeted,also when I was in the navy I worried I might be court marshaled for being trans,some were and were got dishonorable discharges,that hounded them for life. NEVER AGAIN!
November 10, 2018 at 12:51 am #22611Anonymous
Watching this video of david bowie makes me cry every time.
November 10, 2018 at 12:45 am #22610Anonymous
i found this david bowie video very reflective of the trans life.
November 10, 2018 at 12:30 am #22608Anonymous
this is a pic of candy darling if you wondered who she was.
November 9, 2018 at 8:33 pm #22599Anonymous
meeting and becoming good friends with my soul sister
Veronica Klaus,who came to visit me in the hospital after my surgery.
She did her surgery a few years back.
November 9, 2018 at 8:24 pm #22598Anonymous
John lee shook my growing self to the core.
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