I’m sobbing in a bathtub… I stumbled into this article from a Facebook morning browse. A cis-male that has been touched by the struggle my fellow brothers and sisters and sisters and brothers must push through… I read this. Expecting another psychoanalytical sociological gender pandering blerg… I was stunned.

I’m able to recognize that this could just be an amazingly well written piece by an intuited author that happens to live close to or has intersected with a Transworld in someway… or it could be an honest sharing of a life of horror by someone that I might know today. But either way, I am transfixed.

The message is pure… it feels unadulterated… it resonates clearly with me.

I will print this out.

I will hand copy this intomybulletjournal so the words can more slowly emblaxen themselves into my soul.

I like to think I haven’t been the kind of person who would criticize this person’s life… but now I want to figure out how to make their life easier if it’s possible rather than just reading this and moving on.

Peace to you oh transgender brothers, and sisters, and sister-brothers or brother-sisters… I salute you. I promise to raise my children so they never cross your path in a way that you wouldn’t welcome them with open arms.

I hope that I would be welcomed as well.

Peace, Love and Awareness