Gentilly Girl- a part of the 99%

April 29, 2008

The Lost Neighborhood Lives!

Today the Greater New Orleans Community Data Center (GNOCDC), released their repopulation maps for the city. The data is based on mail deliveries to addresses, LRA Grants received and those selling their home to the Road Home.

What I found from this map is that our little neighborhood is doing far better than I had expected. There are only four sell-outs, and from the numbers of folks receiving LRA Grants, it looks to me that we should have 95% of our folks home and into their houses soon. (Can’t find my block-by-block house count currently) As our little area has been occupied since 1821 (not the houses, but the properties), this makes me very happy.

Eight more days to go and we move back into our darling home. Yard still looks like crap, but ya’s gonna do?

April 27, 2008

Thou Shalt Kill, But Not Look At “Skin”

The Religious Reich and their Conservative allies never cease to amaze and piss me off. I am so tired of these throwbacks to the 3rd millennium B.C.E..

Take a look at this and then let the comments fly.

I hate these un-Human fuckmooks.

April 24, 2008


Filed under: New Orleans — Morwen Madrigal @ 12:12 am

These last 24 hours have not been fun. Betts had to bring me home tonight because I couldn’t be around people. I was freakin’ out.
Please understand dear readers, my folks did Little Theatre. I was involved, but I was always cast as a girl. (I was a great soprano) I hated the boy’s jibes about me wearing pink satin, but what the Hell. I liked performing. I love the stage, but the next day at school could be tough.

One night, I had to pee after the play. I found a boy’s potty (remember, I was supposedly a boy.)  I did my thing , and as I was washing my hands, someone grabbed me by the neck. My head was pushed into a urinal and he “did” me. I tried to scream, but his hands were around my throat. I passed out from that.
I’m not ready to make nice over this shit. I’m mad as Hell. How the fuck can someone do this to a child?

You child rapist’s, know that Morwen will be on your fucking asses. You will never see a trial. Your last sight will be my 9MM. I’m in pain, but I will fight for the kids. What was done to me shall not be repeated. I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU.

I’m finally seeing this shit. My neck pains fianally make sense.Tried to kill me you fuckmook? Fuck you… I survived.

No Jury in the world will convict me. Know that now. I will protect the kids.You hurt the kids, fuck you. I will be there to correct the fucking eqaution.  This is where I stand.I know evil, but I survived it.

This is where I fucking stand. No harm comes on my watch.

I’m the GentillyGirl, and this is my freakin’ watch.

April 21, 2008

Question For the Day

Filed under: Aside — Tags: — Morwen Madrigal @ 9:36 am

I’m awake hours before my life shift, and something struck me:

Is the Chimp-in-Charge actually Aaron Burr in a reincarnation?

Let the shit fly kids.

April 18, 2008 Is Here

Filed under: New Orleans — Tags: — Morwen Madrigal @ 3:52 pm

From the N.O. CityBusiness News. Read it!

I am not going to comment here at this point in time. I’m waiting to see the “results” or their “investigations”.

April 17, 2008

Mid-April House Repair Pics

Filed under: New Orleans,Our House,Rebuilding — Tags: , , — Morwen Madrigal @ 4:32 pm

Some shots from yesterday’s work and two of the house before the Flood. Most of the appliances are there, but still in boxes. (New pics are at the end of the set.)

April 15, 2008

They Stole My Vagina, and How I Found It

Filed under: Inter/Trans-Sexed,Trans-Feminist,V-Day — Tags: , , — Morwen Madrigal @ 2:52 am

At the risk of getting screamed at and having the Polizi drag me to Gitmo in defense of their twisted fucking culture, here comes my homage to my vagina for V-Day.

I came into this world with a vagina. (And I came out of one too) It was part of my being, the plan… Nature. Bio-chemistry and genetics created a very different creature… one that contained all forms of Humanity. I was just a little collection of protoplasm who had a vagina. Had…

They took it away from me. That little part of my body that was mine by birthright, and they took it away. Why did this happen? Well, my being violated a bullshit Societal concept: I didn’t fit the Gender Polarity rules. I had to be “fixed” in order to preserve the status quo. I was a teratology (literally: a monster) that had to be exorcised. Having something resembling a penis and a vagina? Shocking.

So they sewed my vagina shut, and then proceeded to create an extension of my urethra to give me a viable penis. Didn’t matter if I was rendered sterile… I just had to look right and fulfill a role as the first-born male. Maybe I wanted to be a woman, but once again, I didn’t get to make that call.
No one asked me what I wanted to be. I was just a piece of meat to be molded for Society’s shit. Call it a form of Female Genital Mutilation. That little part of me that could allow the creation of new Life was gone. My part in the great Chain of Life was negated. I would never be able to feel myself, my special gift, again. So much Light and love left me.
I couldn’t find my vagina for decades. That which I knew was mine was invisible. I had been “raped” in the most horrible of ways: my “self” was taken away. In time this would prove how close to the edge I felt inside. Trying to live up to expectations brought me to many dangerous situations… all because I had to Be, but my vision was not what others saw. I was looking for my vagina.

After many years of research, I figured I was a Transsexual. Something went wrong hormonally in utero. I had one false start on correcting this, but later would take the plunge into Living. This though was only swapping one role in Life for another. My freakin’ life was nothing but a vast stage, an act, a sham. I was still looking for my vagina.

Look at it this way: I gave up family and friends in order to take this “other path”. That’s what the psyches told us years ago. We had to be created again. We were convinced to start living a lie. It was, supposedly, the only way to find ourselves. We had to kill our pasts. This is a terrible road to walk down… half of my tribe will not live past the age of thirty. It’s a lonely walk.

Been there and done it, but I still couldn’t find my vagina.

Since ’01 I have been living a life that is closer to what I am. I have been vocal about who I am and what I am not. Living a lie would not end the pain I have lived with for an entire life. My life has meaning, and I am that meaning even though I couldn’t find my vagina. To know thyself is everything. Actually, it’s the only important thing in Life. From that point all flows. It’s the epiphany that all of us must come to in our lives. It is the end game.

Even with the above thoughts I was still in turmoil. My vagina was missing and I had no way to create new life. My purpose in this life was stymied. I continued to mourn over my missing vagina. I was not complete, even though I have a wonderful life partner, many fantastic people in my life and own a house in my most beloved New Orleans. I have the American Dream, but something was still “not there”.

Three days after the Federal Flood of New Orleans, I found my vagina, my little friend that was always with me in spirit, but not visible to me. One of my aunts told me the truth: I came into this life as both, everything… I am all, and that was taken away because of Patriarchal fuckmooks and their putrid shit mores. My vagina is still between my thighs. It may be only marked by the scar of my mutilation, my violation, but it’s still there. My vagina talks to me, reminds me of what I’m supposed to be doing in this incarnation.

I can’t cry over the Past anymore. It’s water under the bridge, and I found my little friend and in doing so, I found my life. My life is finally real. There can be no other form of living.

I rub my little friend, my vagina from time to time. I feel her inside of me, right to the centre of my being. Life courses through my body as it was meant to do. The vibrations of these feelings touch every part of my soul. I have come full circle, and it freakin’ feels good.

And in closing this out, though I may not be able to physically give life now, I can do so in other ways. I am a friend, a confidant… the fighter from Hades. I am a “Mother”. Helping folks realize their selves is a form of birth, and I can do that.

But I couldn’t do that without my vagina.

During the writing of this PhDaisy turned me onto a quote from Eudora Welty that sums up so much of what I “feel”:

“Greater than scene…is situation. Greater than situation is implication. Greater than all of these is a single, entire human being, who will never be confined in any frame”

April 14, 2008

Can We Say, “No Shit”?

Filed under: Fools,Louisiana,Politicians,Racism — Tags: , , , , — Morwen Madrigal @ 6:56 pm

From the AP comes this miracle of rocket science political polling:

 “White voters made much of the difference. Clinton had more support from white voters than Obama received in the poll. In head-to-head matchups against McCain, Clinton received just over 26 percent support from white voters, while Obama received only 16 percent support from the white voters surveyed.

“Race is obviously entering into the extremely poor numbers he’s receiving from white voters,” Pinsonat said.”

Okay, this is a fucking no-brainer: much of the swamp state is nothing but a bunch of racist and backwards idiots. Why waste the $$$ to do a poll when the results are a given?

And on a side issue that D-BB has about my posting this stuff and my attitude: I STILL RULE.  *giggles*

April 11, 2008

St. Tammany population is too low, say parish officials

Filed under: Fools,New Orleans — Tags: , — Morwen Madrigal @ 7:25 pm

What? They can’ find enough racist redneck jerks?

What a freakin’ world.

April 10, 2008

And Another One Bites the Dust…

State Senator Derrick Shepard will be indicted today at 2 pm for money laundering.

These fuckmooks can’t even cover their trails.

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