I’ve been publishing version of this every Martin Luther King Day since I joined in 2005. It is especially apropos this year since it also represents part of my journey and so qualifies as a part of my autobiography.
If you haven’t been following along, but would like to, I have links:
I am an activist for my people. As I have grown older, I have more likely performed my activism with my words, which is the tool I have had at hand.
Sometimes I am repetitive. I am a teacher. Some lessons are hard. That’s a clue to the fact that they are important. Important lessons need to be taught more than once, again and again, time and again, using different words, approaching the issue from different points of view. That’s what I do. Some of you claim that I do it “ad nauseam.” It’s your nausea, not mine.
Many of you know me as the transsexual woman (or whatever you call me…I’m sure that it is not favorable in many instances). Some of you know me as an artist or a poet. Some of you see the teacher in me. Or the glbt activist and PFLAG parent. I am all of these. I am a human being.
I was born in a place and time. I have absorbed the life lessons presented to me since then. I am still learning.
I’ve tried to pass on what I have learned. I continue to make that effort, in whatever new venues are available, wherever I can find an opened eye or ear.