At least to me.
Marsha "Pay It No Mind" Johnson.
A gay liberation activist, model (click here), gay rigts advocate, drag performer (self proclaimed "drag queen"), mental illness warrior, original member of Gay LIberation Front (GLF), founding member of STAR (Street Transvestite Action Revolutionaries), a central figure in the Stonewall Inn riots and lovingly called the "Mayor of Christopher Street".
In the Summer of 1992, her body was found on the shore of the Hudson River. The police (with little investigation) dubbeed her death a suicide; her family and friends were not convinced, but no other informaiton has been brought forward to date.
Netflix is running a movie of her life (at least, for now) called, "The Death and LIfe of Marsha P. Johnson."
At least to me.
The story behind this young lost life is heartbreaking while still empowering.
This life lost gave way to judicial precedence and luxury of life for many more to come. The true sorrow is the young men who not only took this life also took others that same fated night, but sit in a state paid box still breathing and enjoying what little plesures they may create for themselves.
Though one man is on death row the other will rot away learning and continuing on even in an incarcerated state. That luxury is not available to the others because of the selfish and insecure spirits of those criminials. May they live very, very, very long existences.
1 - 10: 10
At least to me.
This one took me by pleasurable surprise!
Researching for this article, I came across Ms. Jorgensen while looking through a gallery of other trans mentionables. However, after reading through her articles and stories, I am not upset to have spent the time. She was a revolutionary woman. She only wanted to be her, but managed to create one hell of a story just being her. (She was rather cheeky, too.)
Born and raised in the Bronx to an average working class family, she graduated high school then served in the military. After being discharged, she went to community college, then to photography school and, finally, to dental school.
It was around this time she became aware of sexual reassignment and began taking estrogen. In 1951, she obtained permission to enter Denmark and undergo multiple surgeries to correct her body. In 1953, she returned to the US being instantly inundained with reporters and publicity seekers. She brushed aside their deliberate attacks on her and denounced that if people wanted to know her story they would have to pay her for it. And, oh gurl, did they!
Her story is funny, fascinating and such a wonderful read.
1-10: Definite 10.
(Just because I can I've attached her favorite performance piece below.)
One vote can make a difference! Your vote could be the one!
Never discount your influence!
Find your polling station...
Evidently, not trusting people to follow through and/or wanting to feel the satisfaction of having my own thing done and seeing it through beginning to end are signs of low-grade anxiety according to this particular counselor.
Now, to let you know, my knee jerk reaction was to tell them to piss off, but I got curious and decided to dig...here's some of the things I found and what I thought of them in reference to me and my mental health.
Before I go too far, let me preempt this by saying, this is my views for me only. I understand each of these disorders is pertinent to someone's life, but they may not apply to me. This is just how I feel about them in REFERENCE TO ME ONLY!!
Types of Disorders:
In Reference to me:
In Reference to Me:
What does it ALL mean?
- Do I believe I have an anxiety disorder?...No.
- Do I believe that there are times in my life where I can be anxious?...Absolutely.
- Do I let things bother me to the point of dibilitation?...No
- What does it ultimatley mean?...I need to stop worrying about the stupid shit and put my attention to making me and my world better.
- What if I am wrong?...Then I am wrong and the world will go on.
Have a (...), everyone!
Insulin isn’t a luxury; it’s the difference between life and death for those who need it.
That was the question that started my trip down the rabbit hole of my perceptions of the political process, parties and candidates.
What the hell do I need to register to vote for? I don't even know any of the platforms or candidates.
Did you cringe? I did. So I gotta say...
I am fully aware that I am partially responsible for the clusterfuck our country has become because I didn't bother to have a voice. I also didn't bother to complain about what the sitting President of the time did because I wasn't even registered so I felt I had no right to comment.
So here is where I start. I am not politicially educated (my family kept/keeps that to themselves), but I am learning. I may not have all the answers, but I know what my community needs and what my brothers/sisters/nb family/etc. want. So...
My name is Mandi. I am going to be a VOTING American. I will learn and make votes based on what wil make the best efforts for my community and country.
It takes just a few quick minutes or come on out to
Capital Square in Madison, WI on Tuesday 5p-9p
I'll be more than happy to help you reigster.
I'll even take care of the paperwork for you!
I have spent quite a few years writing short stories that never quite fit into the 'normal' genre. When I came across the different erotica genres I was overjoyed. I had found my writing family. I hope that everyone enjoys what I've written. Please feel free to send me a comment/suggestion good/bad/indifferent. I appreciate all feedback! Bright Blessings!