To My Friends Missing in Action...

So many people, walking along a Path to the Unknown.

So few people willing to spare the time and care to aid other Travelers on the same Journey.

So much love and understanding given freely, only to be rewarded by division and disregard.

So many missing in action.

This is not about the homicides and the suicides, it is about excluding one's sisters due solely to the fact that they aren't full-time or seeking surgery to correct Nature's little speed bump that we call Gender Identity Disorder.

It is forgetting about whence thou came Missy, plain and simple. It is not remembering how you felt when circumstances were different for yourself, when maybe you felt trapped, just knew that things had gone as far as they could go. That you could never be that which you offered up your prayers for each and every night.

Yes, the old TS vs. TG wrestling match that keeps raising its ugly head, and the damage that it brings to so many of the girls as they try to walk through that minefield we call Transgenderism.

It is an injury not only to the recipient, but to the giver as well.

When one girl leaves the Sisterhood, all of us are lessened. If a girl stops telling her story and fades away, we lose another voice in the chorus, and we are absent their life energy and experiences.

If a girl gives up  on realizing her dream of her own life, all of us see a dimming of our wishes.

We, as a subculture in this Society, will never have the victory that we work so hard for as long as we are unable to see a girl as that, a girl!

Part-time, 24/7, Post-op, pre-op, hell.... no op, we all share the same cause for our differing from the dominant population and there is no sane reason for anyone in this disparate group to be putting each other down, for excluding or marginalizing another.

I have lost a friend, or should I say that she has faded away due to the constant bickering and division that still permeates our little sorority. No more chats, no more jokes, no more shoulder to lay my head upon when I need it.

I no longer have the benefit of what she had seen and felt. Knowledge now locked away from me, and maybe you, and just maybe the girl on the other side of town.

My bitterness fills a very large cup... one that I will taste whenever my thoughts pass across certain parts of memory. I will miss my friend all over again.  

And I will worry about her.

She is still my sister, and I have an awful lot of love for her.

Therefore, and I swear this by the Goddess, I will work only for Transgendered issues. I will not flow energy and life into any organization that separates out TGs and TSs.

I will fight back against any disparaging words directed at either "category" of girls.

I am a woman. Even if it only gets to a situation of 24/7, and yet no surgery, I am still a woman.

I am a Transgendered woman.

A vagina is not the prerequisite for that.

An 'F' on my documents will not give me that title.

The only thing that can give me that title is my spirit, and my understanding of  what it really means to be the person that I know that I am.

All the rest is cosmetic.

Dear sister! I hold your hands as I dance under the Moonlight.

Please come and join the Dance again.

Blessed Be dear.

Merry Meet, and Merry Part, and Merry Meet again!