My various definitions of “pride”

Time to get caught up with another of F.C.’s “June Jour” suggestions.  This one asks flat-out, “What does the word ‘pride’ mean to you?”  Hmmm…

As you can guess from the end of that last paragraph, I have to scratch my head sometimes to come up of a time when I’ve experienced a sense of pride (what F.C. also asks in that prompt).  Perhaps the times when I’ve felt the most proud of myself have been when I made a significant accomplishment.  Graduating from high school so many years ago is the most obvious moment of pride in my life… although that was tempered a bit by the future that would await me.  Oh, I knew what my post-high school plans were; it’s just that I was scared to death of it (the less I have to think about what awaited me, the better).  Then there’s the times when I worked toward gainful employment, especially the moment when I was offered the job that led me to moving to Madison, this after several months being jobless.

When I could’ve but didn’t dress up

I want to tell you about what I did — and didn’t — do this past Thursday night.  First off, what I did do was attend a little get-together that raised funds for the LGBT pride parade in Madison this August.  It was a rather simple party, with just under a couple dozen supporters and Board of Directors membership of Madison’s LGBT community center, held in the home and garden of one of the center’s longtime supporters in one of Madison’s more cozier and aesthetically pleasing neighborhoods (lots of shade trees, narrow and winding streets, beautifully manicured yards).

Thoughts on Loving, 50 years and 1 day later

“There’ll be 100 million people right here in this country who will be shocked and offended and appalled and the two of you will just have to ride that out, maybe every day for the rest of your lives. You could try to ignore those people, or you could feel sorry for them and for their prejudice and their bigotry and their blind hatred and stupid fears, but where necessary you’ll just have to cling tight to each other and say ‘screw all those people!'”
– Matt Drayton to his future son-in-law in Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner (1967)

As important as it was to remember the one-year anniversary of the Pulse Nightclub tragedy on Monday, another important anniversary that also occurred on Monday should not be forgotten:  June 12 was also “Loving Day.”  What’s that, you ask?  Well, it has to do with probably one of the most important decisions ever made by the United States Supreme Court — the case of Loving v. Virginia, which was cited as precedence for a much more publicized case 48 years later.

Thoughts on Pulse, one year later

I had started work on another post about a different subject this morning, but the significance of this particular day (June 12) has ordered me to take a different direction tonight.  Today is, of course, the one-year anniversary of the tragedy at the Pulse nightclub in Orlando, Florida, in which 49 lovely lives were cut short in horrific fashion.

Extended thoughts about a LGBT center somewhere

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.

#TBT: How I first heard of the word “crossdresser”

“Skip!  Skip!  Can you maybe make it next week?  I hate to miss Brian’s birthday; and Friday, the transvestites are back on Donahue.”
– the title character, speaking to one of his alien brethren in a 1986 episode of ALF

I want to start this post with the definition of “crossdressing,” as found here:  “the act of wearing items of clothing and other accoutrements commonly associated with the opposite sex within a particular society.”

Why do I use that word?  Well, I first started dressing in women’s clothing back when I was 11 years old going on 12.  Even back then, I knew that putting on women’s undergarments or anything else feminine was considered taboo and against societal (and more immediately, familial) norms.  But while I knew the definition at the time, I didn’t know of the word.  To me, it was nothing more than “putting on clothing that belonged to my mom or my sister or, before that, what was found in that spare bedroom where we lived.”

Three weeks and one day later

A serious question for all of you:  How do you feel right now?  It’s for sure that things have seemed quite scary since the election of He Who Doesn’t Need To Be Named Here Since He Has His Name On Everything.  My heart sunk after that night, felt really low the next day, and has been stuck with that low feeling ever since.

Random stuff: Rainbow Laces

In the past, you’ve probably seen me talk about efforts in some corners of the sports world to help build acceptance and inclusion towards those in the LGBTQ community, including the “You Can Play” movement in hockey and Canadian football, the use of rainbow-colored tape for hockey sticks, and even recognition of LGBT people from the Olympics to baseball’s first pitch.  But they’re not the only sports or sporting organizations to advance toward LGBTQ inclusiveness, as this image helps prove.

A pair of rainbow laces (image source here)

A poem: “Darkness”

Presented without any extra comment, a poem that sums up how I’ve been feeling this week.

“Darkness”

Oh, what a lovely day!
What a thrill to be outside today!
Walking down the street
Without a cloud in the sky
Friendly people passing by
Seemingly not a care in the world
As I let the freedom to be me unfurl

But… wait…

The mo(u)rning after

It’s after 6AM in Madison as I write this, and by now you’ve already heard the news:  A vain, egotistical, lewd, misogynistic, hateful, womanizing deviant and male chauvinist has earned enough electoral votes to become the next President of the United States.  A moment virtually the whole world had been dreading has now come to fruition.  It had been a moment I worried about as well, more so during the past week.  I admit the past several nights, I haven’t gotten enough sleep as I should.  It’s hard to make your brain relax when something with such big impact as who America’s president could be is so scary.  Yeah, not even thinking about, say, some dirt road in far northern Ontario that you saw on Google Maps’ Street View just earlier in the day is enough. *sigh*