Oh, my goodness! It’s been over a week since I posted a blog entry. I could blame the fact that I’ve been preoccupied with work and other stuff, but that’s really too obvious of a target. So, I’ll blame something much more obvious: Having to buy a new computer.
My previous post, which you can read here, had me talking about a place of higher learning not too far from my old neck of the (literal) woods establishing a LGBT resource and support center. After I added it to this blog, I couldn’t help but think about it further…
First off, I can’t say enough how great it is for the University of Wisconsin—Marinette to establish a LGBT center. I’m happy, of course, that it’s happening in the area where I spent the later years of my adolescence. More than that, though, I’m happy for those in Marinette and vicinity who identify as part of the LGBT spectrum or are LGBT allies, for they finally — finally! — have somewhere where they can find resources; obtain information on healthcare, transitioning, support, etc.; or just find a safe, welcoming place where they will not be judged for who they identify as or who they may be attracted to.
Before I get to the main purpose of this post, a side thought: Whoever said that change is the only consistent thing in the world certainly knew a little something about the business world. Case in point: The team I’m on at my place of employment, which will soon undergo a reorganization and shifting of duties. While I understand management’s need to “serve our customers” in an effective manner, no longer having a chance to perform a cool task you really enjoy doing can be the pits. Oh, well. The good thing is that I do still have gainful employment, and there’s always the possibility that another cool task may be coming my way (I love having a bit of variety in my daily work routine).
Another thing about this move that’s the pits is that some of the people I enjoy working with won’t be on the same team as I. One of those people serves as inspiration for this post. This afternoon, he went to the wonderful world of endodontics and undergo a root canal procedure. Yeah, what fun, huh?
I hope you won’t be bored with my sharing a couple of tidbits involving my family. We had our annual Easter get-together yesterday. Yes, Easter isn’t until next weekend, but our schedules (namely, my little sister’s and her weekend with her daughters) had priority over the dictate of the calendar on the wall. Anyway, we had our big to-do yesterday, and while it was enjoyable to see my family, it wasn’t as fun as in years past. The reason for that was my other sister and her two daughters were out sick. One of them, my niece and goddaughter, actually came down with Influenzavirus B late last week and has a 101 degree fever. Yikes!
Someone else in our family also has some health concerns: My mom, who has has had issues with her eyes over the past couple of years. Every 6 to 8 weeks, she needs to see an eye doctor to determine how the pressure and bleeding is fairing inside one of her eyes, and if necessary, receive an injection of medication. Yesterday, Mom let me know that she has cataracts that will need to be operated on. Luckily (sort of), her doctor says her eyes are in suitable enough of a condition that she can put off cataract surgery until next year. At least Mom is nowhere near the point where she’ll be losing her sight any time soon.
So, while the rest of us were enjoying our brunch and catching up on everything going on in our lives, I had fingers crossed in the back of my mind that my niece would get over the flu soon and that my mom’s eye condition would not get serious. Something tells me that with the strong-willed women in our family, both of them will pull through okay.
I’ve been away from WordPress for the past couple of days and I’m wanting to get back into the writing swing of things. Trouble is, I had been wracking my brain about something to write about. Then I came across an A.V. Club article about a certain Chicago television institution — Bozo the Clown. Oh, sure, Bozo may have had a presence in other towns (he was not so much a character as he was a franchise, and I’ll circle back to that term later), but to many in Chicagoland, he was as much a part of the city as the Cubs, the Field Museum, and whatever they call the Sears Tower these days. I imagine many natives of the city still believe this 16 years after Bozo’s show was cancelled by WGN (another Chicago institution in some circles).
But this post isn’t about Bozo or Chicago. Rather, this is about a little something A.V. Club included in its article from way down deep into the Wikipedia wormhole (their term): In the late 1970s and early 1980s, there was something called TV Powww, and it was literally a video game played over broadcast television. So what, you say? The premise was this: A contestant watching TV Powww would be on the phone with the station (either as a random caller or as a name drawn from a barrel of entrants) and play some sort of a “target shoot” variant of video game they saw onscreen.
It’s Friday evening as I write this; I’m here at home; and I’m really, really, wishing I was out of the house. And I was planning to be out of the house tonight. That was until this slight stuffiness and sore throat I woke up with this morning became much nastier as the day wore on. Now, my nostrils are even stuffier, my throat feels even more irritated, and I ache all over. Yeah, suddenly being struck by a cold during the first week of spring is no fun. And it’s even less fun when you were feeling fine literally 24 hours earlier.
As I write this, it’s March 21… or as is also known on the 2017 calendar, the 2nd day of spring! Yeah, I’m a bit excited about it. Well, more reserved than excited. I mean, it’s great that the days are getting longer, which really perks up a person. But since I live in Wisconsin, my enthusiasm has to be tempered a little bit, since winter has a tendency to reel right back and bite us in the *ahem* backside when we least expect it, even if winter can be as relatively tame as the now concluded winter was here in Wisconsin. Today was a reminder that spring takes its time pushing winter to the past: Sure, it was mostly bright and sunny, but the wind was brisk and the chill was present. I’m not one to regularly check the thermometer, but I wouldn’t be surprised if the temperature didn’t rise above 45 degrees.
While I wrote my last post about how Colin Mochrie’s child came out to their family as a transgender woman, a thought was running through my mind. But it wasn’t so much about the fact of one coming out to their family as, well, anything other than a cis-gender straight person. Rather, it was more about how they come out.
An open letter to my supervisor at work (I know who they are, and by the end of this post, you, in a way, will know her as well):
First off, thank you for the annual bonus. I know everyone in our company receives one every year, and I know the money will give my bank account a boost. But this letter isn’t about that. I should advise you that though I will be at work tomorrow (March 8), my mind won’t be. Why, you ask?
That’s right, I’m sure you’ve heard about A Day Without a Woman by now. I’m sure, too, you’ve heard about that big march that happened back in January, not only here in Madison but in Washington and around the world. Continue reading
If you are a crossdresser like me, or are at the very least familiar with the transgender community, you are probably familiar with, or at least heard a little bit about, the name I included in this post’s title:
Yep, Miss Vera. As in Miss Vera’s Finishing School For Boys Who Want To Be Girls, which bills itself as “the world’s first crossdressing academy.” Since the early 1990s, Miss Vera (and, yes, she does have a first name, Veronica, though the title “Miss Vera” gives her so much class) has opened the doors of her New York City apartment to any man who wants to become better at being a female. Whether someone just wants to look a little more feminine or wants to be all-out perfect, Miss Vera and her faculty have been there to instruct and guide any student who’s a crossdresser, transgender, or even cis-gender female into being the best woman they can be through instructions on makeup, hair, clothing, voice, mannerisms, and general feminine comportment. And, yes, it’s all done in a supportive, compassionate environment.