Trans Sister

My sister, who was formally physically a man, is now living in San Francisco. We pretty much just communicate by e-mail these days. But I am looking forward to visiting her again sometime this year. Hopefully in the spring. I hit myself with a wet noodle every time I refer to her as him.

I caucuses with the Democratic Party yesterday, and, successfully advances a pro-LGBT resolution that I got off of the Equality web site. I got to read the resolution in front of a small group and I am happy with how I did.

I will be a delegate to the precinct level, and, will hopefully be on the resolutions committee. I am looking forward to learning more about that.

Also, my wonderful trans sister is not the only one seeing a psychiatrist for depression. I thought I would let you know. Also, I am feeling much, much better. Although, I really refuse to take that zyprexa stuff. It scares me.

Also, I ordered a book from Amazon on Anger Management. I probably should have read it decades ago.

People with mental illness really are stigmatized.

I would hope that my trans sister remains in San Francisco permanently. Do NOT move to Texas.

Thank you, everyone, for all your wonderful e-mails. I hope you will read this blog as an open letter so that I may present my thoughts better, and, avoid the dreaded "Reply All" Button; kind-of like the "nuclear option." But, that is getting too political. I mean it as hyperbole. I can't give that up. Then I would really be depressed.

I would hope that the out-of-work people would realize that the job market in the US has been like one of those insubstantial sandy islands during a hurricane. The sand disappears, the island gets smaller, the houses fall into the water, and they are stuck with less.

Jim