Today was really strange… my soul was searching for something. I had the choice of two meetings, and I went for one and then walked away from it.
Came home and jumped into the bed. When I woke up Betts asked me what was going on, and I answered: I wanted something bigger and better. (That’s why I fought for with the founding of the GCIA.) Something is haunting me, and I CAN name it: A Socialist Society in New Orleans.
This is a crucial period of History. Jefferson called for this. (His premonition about the danger our city placed upon the nascent Republic in 1803 is finally coming to be.) We ARE….
Everybody has a choice, but the proof of the pudding comes out in the end. I’ve been a staunch defender of the Constitution and the Founders for 3+ decades, but I did have an Epiphany since the Flood. I have become a Social Democratic type of creature. In fact, I’m no longer part of the old two-party system…. I am of the New Orleans Party. It’s like 1927 kids… the world is changing.
This where being a Transsexual comes in: we must live within our “realities”. The culture of NOLA allows latitude for so many… we all can live in our own skins, so to speak. HERE, one can be real. (Can you see the power in that?) Alright… consider the political aspect of that position.
Can you see the effect this can have upon a racially and economically-based populace? Can you see where being yourself is the most powerful thing one can do or be? That you are not a slave, but a determinant? To take control of your life and that of your prodginy?
To fucking stand forth for yourself… to state that you are Human, and yes… you freakin’ matter?
Then get on the wagon kids… we must create the New World. I’m stepping out, and I want you to shake your tushes with all of us. Oyster has written on this topic, just as many other NOLA Bloggers have done.
Maybe it takes someone from the Otherworld to make a change… (just blew out the secrecy thing from the Psyches being Trans, but screw it!. I AM!)
Welcome to the New World.