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From “Bridge Of Light” to “Trap Queen”

Today I just want to write.

I had almost left blogging, what with a bad year of grade 11, with me getting less than I ever got with my life, and my grandmother passing away, I pretty much turned away from blogging and pleased myself with listening to TV and music. I managed to keep the wanderer alive. But now, while i sit alone in a room with my phone and headphones listening to “Bridge Of Light” by Pink (fabulous song, by the way) I finally decided to resume blogging; though for how long, I really don’t know.

This post is whatever that is coming to my head right now. And that is why it is important. Because when you are alone with your thoughts and you give vent to them, no matter how stupid they sound, you can appreciate on the fact that if you had left them inside, they would turn into nightmares and leave you  uncomfortable for the rest of your life. What i say may not sound right, and I don’t blame you. I’m writing whatever is there to write from me right now, for then i will see the clouds with a light heart, will appreciate  the stars and their music, and can close my eyes and plunge into the Soul with an emotional heart, ready to laugh for a friend, or weep for a stranger.

I’m listening to “Trap Queen” now. Just so you know.

My grade 12 started 2 days earlier. For a person who didn’t even hit a 70%, I’m doing pretty great right now. I guess i learnt something from 11th grade. I can only hope I don’t lose its essence.

Its “Impossible” by James Arthur now.

Whenever I’m with my music, i feel i can  actually change the world. Whenever I read books or watch a particular movie, there are points or moments that makes my heart beat faster, my breath shallow, and at some point my whole life can revolve around it. I can’t care less what happens around me at that time.

“Wildest Dreams”. Taylor Swift.

They march unto the fray,

All reminiscing of their lives before now.
Yet when they face the enemy, their hands are steady
For they know that the wind that blows at their faces speaks of love
And it will forever carry the messages of their hearts
To all corners of the earth.
Till the end of Time.
That is enough.

“I’d Love to Change the World”. Jetta.

From “Bridge Of Light” to “Trap Queen”

Today I just want to write.

I have almost left blogging, what with a bad year of grade 11, with me getting less than I ever got with my life, and my grandmother passing away, I pretty much turned away from blogging and pleased myself with listening to TV and music. I managed to keep the wanderer alive. But now, while i sit alone in a room with my phone and headphones listening to “Bridge Of Light” by Pink (fabulous song, by the way) I finally decided to resume blogging; though for how long, I really don’t know.

This post is whatever that is coming to my head right now. And that is why it is important. Because when you are alone with your thoughts and you give vent to them, no matter how stupid they sound, you can appreciate on the fact that if you had left them inside, they would turn into nightmares and leave you  uncomfortable for the rest of your life. What i say may not sound right, and I don’t blame you. I’m writing whatever is there to write from me right now, for then i will see the clouds with a light heart, will appreciate  the stars and their music, and can close my eyes and plunge into the Soul with an emotional heart, ready to laugh for a friend, or weep for a stranger.

I’m listening to “Trap Queen” now. Just so you know.

My grade 12 started 2 days earlier. For a person who didn’t even hit a 70%, I’m doing pretty great right now. I guess i learnt something from 11th grade. I can only hope I don’t lose its essence.

Its “Impossible” by James Arthur now.

Whenever I’m with my music, i feel i can  actually change the world. Whenever I read books or watch a particular movie, there are points or moments that makes my heart beat faster, my breath shallow, and at some point my whole life can revolve around it. I can’t care less what happens around me at that time.

“Wildest Dreams”. Taylor Swift.

They march unto the fray,

All reminiscing of their lives before now.
Yet when they face the enemy, their hands are steady
For they know that the wind that blows at their faces speaks of love
And it will forever carry the messages of their hearts
To all corners of the earth.
Till the end of Time.
That is enough.

“I’d Love to Change the World”. Jetta.

My Parents Meet Their New Grandkids And Tell Me I’m Fat

My Least Favorite Child Today

October 28, 2015

I don’t want to bury the lead but I have to start off by saying that the first 3,000 mile plane trip Arthur and Charles took was shockingly pleasant.  From LA to Boston and back totaled 11 hours in the air and only two of those minutes contained tears.  One of those minutes belonged to me when I found out my in flight TV was busted.

The only outburst occurred on the first flight at take off when Arthur lost his mind for a minute.  I think he did this just as a warning to let us know he had all the power.  He could make this flight as enjoyable or horrible as he wanted. It was important for him to remind us that that the collective fate of everyone on Jet Blue Flight 405 to Boston rested in the palm of his cute little five month…

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Your Transgender Questions Answered

gendermom

If only the whole world could attend the Gender Odyssey conference.  It would make my daughter’s life so much easier, not to mention mine.  And it would make the rest of the world happier and smarter and kinder, too – I’m sure of it.

In August, I attended this annual conference for the third time, along with about a thousand other lucky souls – including a couple hundred families with kids like mine.  While our kids played in the free day camp, us parents gathered in conference rooms to swap stories, laugh, cry, rage, and learn.  If only everyone could be there and see what I’ve seen, hear the stories I’ve heard.  You’d be so inspired by the devotion of the parents, the smiles on the faces of the wee ones who are making their first friendships with other trans kids, the courage of the ass-kicking transgender teens (they…

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Our Strange and Lonely New World

from Issue #8: Poetry by Floyd Salas

Contrappasso Magazine: International Writing

Photo (CC) G&R @ Flickr Photo (CC) G&R @ Flickr

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My Brother

He was bent in the shadow
of the same father
wore the same anvil of ignorance
like a hexer’s charm
round his neck

But he glowed like a dark sun
while I was shrouded
black and white
and dusk grey
where the skin showed

Grey is the truer color
I wear it like a dark shroud
White is seen at dark
when only the lamp has eyes

But black catches the light more
like windshields in July heat
and hot tar on a wide street

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New Year’s Eve  

The moon goes down in the crowd’s eyes
by half
sinking into the sunken lid

The black night cups the crowd’s horror
It will spill it back again
in the cold day
when vacant eyesockets hold yellow pools
of stale rainwater
and face powder
streaks its white masks

Pinpoint the spot

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Spring Valley High: “We Don’t Know the Whole Story”

The Boeskool

By now, many of you have probably already seen the disturbing video of a high school girl in South Carolina being flipped over and dragged out of her desk by a police officer for refusing to comply with his orders. In case you haven’t seen it yet, the following video captures the scene from two different angles:

After seeing a video like this one, people’s reactions are usually split into two groups:

  1. This is completely and utterly unacceptable.
  2. We don’t know the whole story.

Full disclosure: I happen to belong to group #1.

Turns out he was fired today... But you know what? If this hadn't been recorded on video, he would probably still be working around kids. Turns out he was fired today… But you know what? If this hadn’t been recorded on video, he would probably still be working around kids.

Now, within the racially-charged time that we find ourselves in, it is hard to ignore the fact that the young girl in the video is black and the officer is white. And when…

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Free

I am a long way from home,

the way has been, and still is rough.

Yet my eyes shine, and my heart speaks of love;

For my soul is free.

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