For those who struggle.

I just finished Tiffany Shar's "Daring to hope". It really gave me pause to reflect. Don't miss it.

I'll have to own up to it, but I hate to. Sometimes I am such a cry baby. It must make some of you believe that I actually think my suffering is worse than what the rest of you experience. I am very sorry, please forgive me.

Each of us have our own struggles and I would not want to try to figure out whose is worst. To those who can remember being rejected in school, because you were a dork or too effeminate, my heart goes out to you. To those who had stupid names, big ears, or buck teeth, I wish I could have been there to hug you.

To those who have never heard the words, I love you directed at them, I love you. To those who have been caught in your sister's or mom's clothes and the aftermath is not over, I wish that I could be there to help you.

I am sure there are more ways to torment a T person than there are stars in the sky. By saying T, I am also including Cross Dressers, and Drag queens.

I have realized that our community is no place for the faint of heart; that each one of us has experienced sometimes untold suffering. I wish I was one of those money'd people who could just run around visiting other folk in our community, take you to dinner, and shopping.

I pray that each one of you will have a day tomorrow that is better than today was.

My love to all of you.

Gwendolyn