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January 30, 2006

98557.

On Craigslist, I have a few friends that I share a huge part of my life with. I call them friends, because, well, they know more about me that most people do. I've met a few of them in real life (IRL), and really admire quite a few of them for their insane smarty-ness, humor, insight and priceless advice. I'm not really talking about the main women's forum, but another forum that's not listed with the others, that most of us know each other pretty well, and it's only open to women, or those who identify as women.

Which brings me to a lovely poster that has been posting for a while, 98557. The handle she used is gender neutral, because when she started, she didn't know how she was going to be accepted. She started off by letting us know right away that she was a non-passable male to female transgendered. She opened herself up to any questions anyone ever had about transgendered people but were afraid to ask. She was also dying of esophageal cancer and a host of other ailments. She was poor, and without family and without someone to love her the way she wanted. About 10 years ago, her son sought her out, to find that his "father" was now living as a man, but wanted so desperately to be a woman. They wound up building a relationship that was such a source of pride to 9. She loved him with all of her heart.

9 had insights into things that you would never expect. Everything was so well thought out, so caring and deep. We learned as time went by that she was in excruitiating pain *every day* of her life. I can't really convey the connection that she made with so many people properly here. Most people who read this don't really have a whole lot of experience with transgendered people, and that's ok. She was just so happy that she was accepted in our little place as a woman, 100%.

Last week, 9 took her own life, as a way to end the physical suffering that she was going through. She wanted to die on her terms, no one else’s. She said goodbye to us, and that was it. For days we wondered if it happened, what happens if no one finds her, etc. Her son got in touch with us and let us know that she passed on last week. Her pain was gone. She kept a journal online, and wrote her own obituary, so I thought I'd post it here with a little background, since it probably won't be in any papers.

Dear Diary,

If any readers are bothered by this graphic (and possibly morbid) content, please stop reading.

My obituary:

'I', born January 1954, died January 2006.

Survived by son, 'X', a CA policeman; daughter, 'Y', who resides in Oxnard, CA; and daughter 'Z' of Tucson, AZ.

'He' served in the Marine Corps 1972-1978, attaining the rank of Sergeant. He then worked for Litton GC&S from 1978-1987. In July 1986, his second son 'W', age 6, died in Oxnard, CA, a pedestrian fatality. From 1987 through 2002, 'I' worked in the US Postal Service as an Electronic Technician.

Starting in 1974, he suffered increasing health problems. In 2002, he became too disabled to continue working. The medical profession, despite sincere attempts, was unable to arrive at a satisfactory explanation of all symptoms. In January 2006, after all financial assets and savings were depleted, and unable to obtain satisfactory pain relief, he committed suicide.

'He' was a union activist, an anti-child abuse advocate, an anti-domestic violence advocate and volunteer, as well as a LBGTQ advocate. In 2003, after twenty years of denial, the medical/psychological community recognized his assertion that he was, in fact, transgendered.

The author of this obituary is 'me', that is why what would be ordinarily considered "too personal" or "too embarrassing" to be included in an obituary is here. I have always considered that we as human beings communicate too little that is of real life significance!

I sincerely hope that my children and friends are not embarrassed by what I have disclosed publicly... I have always advocated telling the simple truth simply.

I die not in despair, but in hope.

If any feel I have injured them, I apologize. If any feel they have done me injury, I forgive.

Good-bye 9. Thanks for the advice, the wisdom and the insight you've given into a life that I couldn't imagine. You'll be missed.

January 25, 2006

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January 05, 2006

Grown up.

It's been a while since I've updated this. Since M's mom died, it's been a very busy time. About 2 weeks after her death, we went to Mexico for our wedding...

From Novemeber 2 through the 11th, M and I were in Cabo San Lucas for our wedding celebration/all you can drink marathon. The event was attended by about 90 people, 90 of our most bestest and dearest friends. The most wonderful people you can imagine, all in one place. I feel bad for the rest of the world that weekend, because we really got all the good ones by us. Our families flew in from all over, our friends were there with bells on despite the staggering cost, and they threw down. Hard. Our wedding party was beyond compare, helping with everything under the sun. And we drank. And drank. And drank. The fact that I didn't vomit the whole time is amazing to me. Pacifico and Margaritas is really the only thing the entered my body that whole time. The setting was perfect for the ceremony: sunset on Medano Beach. Everyone looked gorgeous...oh, I can't even convey how fucking amazing it was. Just what we needed to get through a shitty time. A good amount of friends and family to cry with, laugh with, dance with and drink with. I love those people.

And then, we got back from Mexico and a week later went to Erie, PA, where M's family is from...

Thanksgiving in Erie = Cold as fuck. Snow, lots of snow. It was lovely though. I met M's mom's mother for the first time, and she is really having a tough time dealing with J's death. She's got slight dementia and is a bit senile, so it's hard for her to grasp fully what happened. It's really hard to hear her ask "Did she know she was dying? Couldn't anyone help her?" over and over again. Heartbreaking. We also hung with his Dad's family, and they're a partying bunch. Fun and shit, all of them. Never a sulky look, or family drama for the most part. Everyone just loves to hang with each other, and they were right there to help us through our first holiday without J. Sad as it was, it was nice to have them all there.

Then, we came home from Erie, and needed to find the house we wanted to buy...

We had our eye on a few houses, and had been back to 2 of them a few times. It was scary though. Buying a house isn't something that you do lightly, right? So we thought about it and said, "How many times do you have to see a house before you buy it? How many houses do you need to see? 10? 20? 30?" Well, after seeing about 24, we went back to house #8. We loved this house. Loved it. So we bought it. We actually close on it tomorrow, the 6th of January. I'm leaving out a lot of the crap that sucked about buying it, like being fucked over by our lender until we fired her, giving us only about 10 days to come up with financing, and lots of other lovely tidbits that kept me faxing and copying and searching until the 11th hour...who cares? We move this weekend, mother fuckers!

Then, in order to bypass another holiday in Dallas so soon after tragedy, we headed to California...

Ah, Christmas in Southern California. Palm trees, smog, terrible (TERRIBLE) drivers and the 405. What more could you ask for? We spent Christmas Eve in LA with M's sister and dad, where we ate steaks at a posh-but-amazing steakhouse in Beverly Hills called Mastros. I live in Steakcountry, mind you, and these were the *best* steaks any of us had ever had. Great wine, great food. Missing mom and wife. Very sad for all, most bittersweet. Then on Christmas day, all of us headed down to San Diego to visit with my mom. We stayed there till Wednesday, then went back up to LA through New Years. It was a looooooooooooong trip. Long. But nice, when M and I weren't at each others throats, bickering like high schoolers.

So, I have good reason for not writing in a while. I've done some work on my short stories, which are coming along pretty well, I must say. This weekend my younger brother is flying from Stockton to help us move, and then next week my best friend from SF and my other brother are coming to help set up the house. I can wait to see everyone!

As far as my New Years resolutions go, I have a lot of goals this year:

1. Get pregnant. We'll see how this goes.
2. To lose an extreme amount of weight. I've been battling with this one physically and emotionally for a while. While I excersize regularly, I've been drinking too much and I haven't been eating as well as I should. Better than most, but my body doesn't work that way. Looking at a 115 lb girl eating McDonalds with scorn while I eat fresh veggies doesn't help, so I need a new idea. Working out isn't enough, and it's really taking it's toll on me. I've sort of slipped into a depression about it, and that's not helping either. I don't know what the next step is, but when we get into this house, it needs to happen. I may have to quit drinking all together. Losing 60-80 lbs. is no small feat. I'll keep you posted.
3. To be a grown up. Well, not really a grown up, but someone who is more thoughtful, and less impulsive. I've been better over the past year or so at not jumping to conclusions, to not judge (as) harshly. I had been going through some things I wrote over the past years, mostly offline stuff, and I was sort of shocked by how my feelings toward certain things had changed. Not my core values, but the way that I feel like I should approach things. I still get hostile and angry, but it takes more now for it to happen. I don't mean that I don't give a shit, I just feel like too much energy is wasted. I enjoy being happy. I love being married. I love my husband and our little lives here in Texas. I hate the way our government is run, I hate the administration, I hate the horrors we face as a human race, but I also know my limits more. I know what I can do to help it, and what I can't. What works and what is futile. Granted, ask me about all of this when I'm drunk and you'll get an entirely different point of view.

Happy New Year!