Post-Katrina Update

November 29, 2005

"Fleeing the Hurricane Tyranny", Betty, Opal, and yours truly find ourselves living out in the Pomona Valley of California awaiting the repair of the Treehouse back in New Orleans.

As can be expected, this has been a very trying time for us, but I'm happy to report that we have made friends along the way, and have been helped by some really good folks. To them will always be our undying gratitude.

So now, the question remains about when we are getting to move back into our wonderful house?  I figure around March until June in '06.

The place proved to be a little fortress, but it did take some flood water. Pretty much everything outside of electronics and some kitchen stuffs are heading for the trash. The courtyard took a major hit, but I'll have it in a better condition than it ever was by Mid-Summer. The front yard, well, I'm finally going to rip out the grass and build rock gardens, which is apropo as the Treehouse is the rock upon which we build to create a new New Orleans.

Hopefully all of our community which ran for high ground will return to the city for the rebuilding. I'm also putting together a project that will enable even more of us to settle the place and make it a truly Trans-accepting place. (Details in a couple of weeks.)

On a personal note, after we hit Houston, and aunt of mine told me about my birth, and what kind of Owl had been hatched: I had both sets of Genitalia, and as normally happened back in that era, I was "assigned" male.

This doesn't change my previous thoughts expressed within this site, it just proves that we all DO KNOW about who we are, and what we are not. It's hard-wired babies, trust the old Owl on this one.

Without some very expensive medical tests I cannot distinguish this biological genesis as either extreme DES Trans or Intersex, but it really doesn't matter. In my book, Trans is Trans, and as always, I will continue to educate and reach out to any and all that are part of, or are allies of, our wonderful little community.

There is also more than a little anger associated with this revelation: I was mutilated by the norms of a Culture gone insane. What was a Sacred Gift was marred, and trust me, I'm going to fight like all Hades against this type of madness.

Well, enough of this line of thought. We all have the Season of Lights approaching, and it's the time to count our Blessings and to hold our cherished friends closely.

Please be safe and know that you are never alone dears... never alone.

The Blessings of the Lady!

Lady Morwen niAnne Madrigal