All of these legal theories hurt my brain. I tried to use my powers of clairvoyance, but they have been lacking in the last few months. I’ve lost nearly every game of poker that I’ve played recently. However, I’m hoping that I can at least offer you some encouraging words to hold on to until the Court decision is handed down – possibly in June. In our country, we freely throw around the terms “Freedom of Speech”, “The Right to Vote”, “1st Amendment Right”, or even “2nd Amendment Right”. On some level, all of us are familiar with the rights (more…)
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27
Mar
2013
SCOTUS on Prop 8 and DOMA
17
Sep
2012
Destiny
September 17, 1999 It had been almost three months since being discharged from a two week hospital stay after my suicide attempt. Having no home to go back to I was lucky enough to have a caring boss, Chet, that allowed me to stay in a spare bedroom. Chet and Joann were wonderful people. I still owe a great deal to Chet for saving my life for it was he that found me unconscious in my foyer after not showing up at work for two days. I was close enough to death that had he not found me when he did, I (more…)
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29
Jul
2012
Tired of Being Tired
I wished I had learned by now that attempting to cry myself to sleep neither makes the head pain go away or helps me fall asleep. I wish I could go to bed and fall asleep for more than a couple hours. Each night I crawl in bed with heavy eyes, an exhausted body and a crushing pain on the left side of my head. Each morning, I exit the bed with heavy eyes, an exhausted body, a crushing pain on the left side of my head and nausea. The people around me tell me they understand, but they truly (more…)
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08
Jun
2011
Observations of an 11 Year Old
The legislative session is over and I’m thinking I need to lighten up a bit and enjoy the summer. For the last 11 years I have been living in a gender role that is different than the one I spent my first 29 years in. There are understandably a few things that I miss about my old life. I really miss my first name, Justin. I miss being a Dad. Sometimes I even miss being a chauvinistic, misogynistic pig, but karma is a real bitch on that one. Of all the things I miss, I wouldn’t say I would want to go back (more…)
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USAF Discharge (1991)
A short narrative about the following documents: I entered an enlistment in the United States Air Force in June 1990. During basic training I was assigned to the Drum and Bugle Corps. Afterward, I was stationed at Lowry AFB, in Colorado for Space Systems Electronics Training. During my stay at Lowry, I visited a base counselor because my new wife and I were having troubles at home. She “outed” me to the counselor. He was actually a kind and respectful man. This is an issue I would not discuss because it embarrassed me and I still didn’t know what exactly (more…)
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