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...I wear a pentagram around my neck ...A simple reminder to me ...Of the fact that I am Wiccan ...No matter where I may be.
...This little piece of metal ...Is not a good luck charm ...It isn't meant to protect me ...From any physical harm.
...It's not for identification ...For all the world to see ...It's a simple undertanding ...Between The Lady and me.
...It reminds me to be thankful ...For my blessings every day ...And to strive to serve her better ...In all I do and say.
...It's also a daily reminder ...Of the peace and love I share ...With all who put themselves in her hands ...And gives themselves to her care.
...So, I wear a pentagram around my neck ...Reminding no one but me
...That the Lord and Lady are in charge of my life... If only I'll let them be...
(poem by Nauddia & DrumSong)
My mother asked me if I am Gay. I said 'Does it matter?' She said 'You're my daughter' I told her 'Yes' She said 'Who made you that way?' I guess it mattered.
My boss asked me if I am Gay. I said 'Does it matter?' He said 'No not really' I told him 'Yes' He said 'You're fired' I guess it mattered.
My friend asked me if I am gay. I asked 'Does it matter?' She said 'Not really' I told her 'Yes' She said 'Don't call me anymore' I guess it mattered.
My lover asked me 'Do you love me?' I said 'Does it matter?' She said 'Yes' I told her 'I love you' She said 'let me hold you in my arms' For the first time in my life something mattered.
My God asked 'Do you love yourself?' I said 'Does it matter?' He said 'Yes' I asked 'How can I love myself? I am Gay!' He said 'That is the way I made you'
Let your heart show you the way Listen to the song in you.
...It's there in whatever puts stars in your eyes and makes your heart sing.
...Listen to your feelings and you will hear who you are and what you must do.
...Listen to your needs and you will know where to find what you are looking for.
...Listen to the wisdom within. It is trying to lead you to your destiny.
... Listen to the song in you and your life will be full of harmony.
...You will be who you were meant to be. you will be complete and at peace and happier than you have ever been -- if only you will
...We are born into the World... ...Like a blank canvas ...And each person that crosses our path ...Takes up the brush ...And makes his mark ...Upon our surface. ...So it is that we develop. ...And we must realize there comes a day ...That we must take up the brush ...And finish the work ...For only we can determine ...If we are to be Just another painting
...You enter the shrine from above, through the roof hole, the smoke of the hearthfire curling around you as you descend the ladder made of lashed saplings. Smoke purifies. The roof hole is an opening as the vagina is a passageway. Emerge and return. The shrine is a square room of whitewashed mud-brick walls. On a raised platform heaped high with skins and woven blankets, the old women sit, playing their round, flat drums and chanting. Behind them, on the wall, a paint and plaster image of the Goddess raises her arms and legs and gives birth to three sculptured bulls' heads. In the corner stands the birth stool, its high back carved into sacred horns. On the stool squats a sweating woman, breathing hard in heavy labor. Women support her back and grasp her sides. You join them, sponging her face with cool water as the chief midwife rubs her vulva with warm oil. The old women chant: Great Woman Mother of birds Your shrine is sticky with beeswax and feathers Your shrine is loud with throbs with the beat of wings You are the vessel beaked and breasted You contain us as earth contains us as sky contains stars our ancestors our yet unborn We pour through you life after life the vessel dips into the river water pours out on earth earth drinks of us as corn sucks rain from your breast as rain feeds the river Great Sky Woman your shrine is deep in the cradling earth your shrine is the spirit's resting place beginning place We are your vessel You are milk on the wing We contain you as the body contains breath as the breast contains milk You pour through us life after life as breath pours through us the ancestors the yet unborn return our bodies are their vessels earth drinks of us as rain feeds the river The spirit rises on the wing The room bums with power; you hear bees; you taste honey. The woman cries out, her contractions ripple through you like the be wings that carry you up as you match breath with breath as you been trained to do. The bird comes for you and you ride her out into the free sky where the stars are smeared like breast milk in a vessel of dark brew. They are the souls of the dead; they are the unborn. They are a vast field of grain and here is your grandmother walking toward you holding three different stalks of wheat from three fields. "Plant these together," she says. Then she is gone. The bird plucks a star like a glowing fruit with her beak. The wings beat with your breath. "She's crowning!" the women cry. "Bear down. Push!" You cry out together with one voice The child slides free. "A girl!" the women cry in delight. They give her to her mother, who holds her close as the old women chant a song of praise: A great gift, a precious gift Has come to us . . . You catch the birth blood in a bowl to pour over the fields. The child's skin is covered with the waxy vernix that protected her in the womb. The old women rub it into her body and smear some on their faces. "It make you beautiful," they say. The shrine is filled with song and laughter. Tomorrow you will walk the fields. You will find seeds of three different kinds of grain and plant them together. When you have planted and harvested and planted again, season after season, your daughters and daughters' daughters following after, you will have something new: a heavy headed kernel, easy to thresh, a gift to the people from the ancestors. You have brought the knowledge through, for you are a priestess of the women's mysteries, shaman of the birth chamber, ancestor-speaker, the bird s rider, a woman of knowledge.
I believe in miracles and dreams that will come true. ...I believe in tender moments and friendship, through and through.
I believe in stardust and moonbeams all aglow. ...I believe there's magic and more there than we know.
I believe in reaching out and touching from the heart. ...I believe that if we touch a gift we can impart.
I believe that if you cry your tears are not in vain. ...And when you're sad and lonely, others know your pain.
I believe that when we laugh a sparkle starts to shine. ...And I just know that spark will spread from more hearts than just mine.
I believe that hidden in the quiet of the night, ...there's magic moths and gypsies a fairy and a sprite.
I believe that if you dance the dances of your heart, ...that greater happiness will find a brand new way to start.
I believe the gifts you have are there for you to share ...And when you give them from the heart, the whole world knows you care.
I believe that if you give, even just to one, ...that gift will grow in magnitude before the day is done.
I believe that comfort comes from giving part of me. ...And if I share with others, there's more for all to see.
I believe that love is still the greatest gift of all, ...and when it's given from the heart then not one of us will fall.
...Follow your dreams ...wherever they may lead ...don't be distracted ...by less worthy needs
...Shelter them, nourish them ...help them grow ...let your heart hold them ...down deep, where dreams go
...Follow your dreams ...pursue them with haste ...life is too precious ...too fleeting to waste
...Be faithful, be loyal ...then all your life through ...the dreams that you follow ...will keep coming true.
...Never sleep on an angry word. ...Never make the other feel absurd. ...Always believe in each other's dreams. ...Keep communication flowing like a stream.
...Speak to each other with a tender heart. ...Remember each day how you felt at the start. ...Treat each other with kindness and respect. ...Love grows only with care not neglect.
...Never forget a special day. ...Never miss a chance to say, ...All the good things that you feel, ...A loving kiss can always heal.
...Desire should make you swoon, ...Each and every day should be a honeymoon. ...Nothing can ever be more important than your lover. ...Never give a passionate thought to any other.
...To make love last for all eternity, ...The "ME" must become "WE". ...When your heart is full of affection, ...Love will always know the right direction.
Collards is green, my dog's name is Blue ...and I'm so lucky to have a sweet thang like you.
Yore hair is like cornsilk a-flapping in the breeze. ...Softer than Blue's and without all them fleas.
You move like the bass, which excite me in May. ...You ain't got no scales but I luv you anyway.
Yo're as satisfy'n as okry jist a-fry'n in the pan. ...Yo're as fragrant as "snuff" right out of the can.
You have some'a yore teeth, for which I am proud; ...I hold my head high when we're in a crowd.
On special occasions, when you shave under yore arms, ...well, I'm in hawg heaven, and awed by yore charms.
Still them fellers at work, they all want to know, ...what I did to deserve such a purdy, young doe.
Like a good roll of duct tape yo're there fer yore man, ...to patch up life's troubles and fix what you can.
Yo're as cute as a junebug a-buzzin' overhead. ...You ain't mean like those far ants I found in my bed.
Cut from the best cloth like a plaid flannel shirt, ...you spark up my life more than a fresh load of dirt.
When you hold me real tight like a padded gunrack, ...my life is complete; Ain't nuttin' I lack.
Yore complexion, it's perfection, like the best vinyl sidin'. ...despite all the years, yore age, it keeps hidin'.
Me 'n' you's like a Moon Pie with a RC cold drank, ...we go together like a skunk goes with stank.
Some men, they buy chocolate for Valentine's Day; ...They git it at Wal-Mart, it's romantic that way.
Some men git roses on that special day ...from the cooler at Kroger. That's impressive," I say.
Some men buy fine diamonds from a flea market booth. ..."Diamonds are forever," they explain, suave and couth.
But for this man, honey, these won't do. ...Cause yor'e too special, you sweet thang you.
I got you a gift, without taste nor odor, ......more useful than diamonds......
I am a Transsexual
More specifically, I am a male to female transsexual.
I am misunderstood.
I am ridiculed.
I am feared.
I am hated.
I am taunted.
I am teased.
I am laughed at.
I am talked about.
I am ignored.
I am avoided
I am abomination.
I am lonely.
I am a transsexual.
I have no legal rights.
Whether I am in the closet,
In denial,
Pre-operative, or
Post-operative;
I am a transsexual.
The words of the childhood hymn haunt me.
Lead me, guide me, walk beside me,
Help me find the way.
Teach me all that I must know, to live with Him some day."
Am I a child of God?
Or a child of something wicked?
Did He send me here?
Or was I cursed to this dismal existence?
And what's this of parents kind and dear?
All I know are tears.
Lead me? Guide me? Walk beside me?
I prayed and prayed,
but feel betrayed.
Teach me all that I must know?
I used to know . . . I think I used to know. Now all I know is that . . .
I am a transsexual.
Denying –
Accepting –
Confused –
Aware –
Timid –
Strong –
In the closet -
Out –
Pre-operative –
Post-operative –
I am a transsexual.
But more simply than all this,
I am a woman.
I hurt –
I feel –
I despise –
I desire -
I need –
I love –
I grieve !!!
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