To sum up a set of major life decisions in a quickie diary post, this is the new me, kids. Get into it!
The secret fact is that this is the old me, too. I’ve spent the last 10 years suppressing my lifelong irreverent sense of humor and hedonism for very good reason, and my record of activism stands on its own. But as I said, it’s been 10 years and I’m gonna let loose a little.
Freaks are beautiful to me. Makeup? Cake it up! Hair? Dyed, fried and laid to the side, please. Music? LOUD. Alcohol? Yes, please. Sexy sexy? HELL YES! It’s FUN to be sexy! It’s fun to act sexy when you’re actually ugly… because that makes you sexy!
So attention all community prudes, censors and TWAATS: You’re on notice. I’m going to continue to raise money for women’s, youth and GLBT causes, provide information and support online, counsel young people, and stand against haters. And I’m going to burn brightly while doing so, while fully and rightfully claiming both my trans history and my womanhood. If “they” don’t like the way I live my life, “they” can choke on it. Cal-pals, full steam ahead!