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Me too. But some of you already knew that.

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Coincidental with my Class of 68’ 50th high school reunion, the reports of Republicans bullying Dr. Christine Blasey Ford, who question her memory of the attempted rape by Supreme Court nominee, Brett Kavanaugh, it has thrown me into a bit of depression. I’ve been triggered. I am here, in a motel room in San Jose California, where in an hour my high school reunion is to take place.

Earlier this afternoon I drove to the two location where I was sexually abused and raped. I  remember all the details. I may not know the name of my attackers, but my body and brain remember how it felt to be force to masturbate a man who was one of my paper route customers. I was 12 years old.

I resist to compulsion to go wash my hands for, God only knows, the millionth time.

Then there was the rape when I was 15 years old. Someone who purported to want to help me audition as a rhythm-guitar player in a garage band and had offered to drive me to a house in Willow Glen, a neighborhood in San Jose. But he h…

“Oh, I’ve heard about that happening.”

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An unexpected (and unforgettable) end of story.

A couple of weekends ago I went to visit my Mom. My sister arrived unexpectedly a short time later with her grandson, who is eight years old. Figuring the last thing the little guy wanted to do on a summer afternoon was to sit indoors with three older women, I said, “Let’s walk to the convenience store at the gas station, it’s only three blocks away, I’ll buy you a candy bar.”

We trundled off talking about candy and as we passed the elementary school a block away, he asked, “How old are you?” Hum, I thought to myself, I wonder why he wants to know my age? “I’m sixty-seven, almost sixty-eight,” I replied.

“Oh, then you’re older than my dad. He’s fifty-one,” he remarked.

Then he asked, “Do you have any children?”

At this point, I realized I had never spoken to my niece, his mother, about how much and how soon he should be informed about my ‘real’ position in the family tree. I concluded I would answer him honestly and hope for the best. (H…

My thoughts after 10 years as Lisa.

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On the third Saturday in July of 2008, I took a leap of faith. It was either that or leap to my death. As scared as I was of what lay ahead, it was less frightening than the though of never having experienced what it felt like to live authentically. I'm happy to still be here, as Lisa.

A topic garnering much attention in social sciences is intersectionality; the categorizations of race, class, and gender as they apply to a given individual or group, regarded as creating overlapping and interdependent systems of discrimination or disadvantage.

Add to this idea the questions we ask and the answers we get as we explore our world as children and in our youth. What assumptions, expectations and conclusions do we draw? Do they set us up for success or failure? Same-sex attracted, and transgender and non-binary persons navigate and view life through a lens that often makes them imagine a future that is frightening. Fear of rejection, ridicule and abandonmen…

“You can ride on my lap.”

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Added a Postscript at 8:00 p.m. PDT on April 25, 2018
Five years ago I spent a week in Fort Lauderdale to attend a trans-related medical symposium. One of the highlights of the event was meeting Jazz Jenning and her mother in person. Jazz is the well-known trans girl who became famous when Barbara Walters interviewed her in  2008 at the age of five.


The other highlight was spending each night with my first cousin, Carlos, and his wife, who live in Ft. Lauderdale.

Carlos drove me to the airport on Tuesday for my return trip to Vancouver, via Chicago. Seconds after he drove away my phone vibrated. It was a text message from United Airlines telling me my 4:15 flight to Chicago was delayed until after 7:00 p.m.

I entered the airport and went to the United counter. I told them I had a problem. I was scheduled to catch a connecting flight to Chicago for Vancouver about the same time I would be boarding my plane in Ft. Lauderdale.  There were no later flights from Chicago to Vancouver on Un…