Today is John Lennon's birthday

To me, John Lennon would not likely be just another rich old bitter musician living out his days on top of piles of wealth doing nothing but thirst for more. I believe his legacy would only have increased, that his devotion to peace would still drive his art, and that he would be a force to reckon with in politics and culture.

Moving on to me:

I see on Facebook that SRLP has gained friends that I didn't expect them to gain. Now I have no problem with a law project named after Sylvia in theory, but I don't think that they express either in their politics or in their actions the spirit that animated Sylvia.

Firstly, Sylvia did not have an economic or racial theory of transphobia. She was a "people's revolutionist," but she never said transphobia would simply disappear if only there were economic and social equality otherwise. She once specifically told me that it was not that we had to fear some of our neighbors at Transie House wanting to oust or kill us, but that we had to fear all of them.

Secondly, I've tried to live out the implicit theory of SRLP that oppressions pile on top of each other, that some of the oppressed are worse off or deserve more help than others. As far as I've learned, once someone's own particular oppression(s) are relieved then they are likely to turn around and do the very same thing (oppress) someone else. There is also the implicit course of action that the only way one can be equal to multiply oppressed people is to take on as many of your own oppressions as possible and live in complete solidarity with all other oppressed people with respect to each and every oppression they have. This leads only to complete isolation, and physical danger for anyone who tries to practice this. I ended up homeless on the street, WITH NO OTHER HOMELESS, TRANSGENDERED OR POLITICAL PEOPLE THERE TO PROTECT ME. The only people who would help me were ONE of my crackhead friends and my mother. So I've had a respite from the exigencies of survival. But this will not last forever, either.

Lastly, Sylvia was a dynamic individual, not one who smothered her caring for others or her political strength under the needs of the collective. She certainly joined (or formed) groups but she didn't hold back within these groups. I'm not sure she would have found the political culture of SRLP that friendly.

I don't wish to single out SRLP as an unredeemable enemy. They probably do a lot of good work. However, like many other groups or agencies which are attempting to memorialize Sylvia and other transgendered women, they are missing the boat when it comes to what drives us to do what we do and therefore what protects us. Because the ultimate lesson is that the only people who are going to protect us are us ourselves, like Sylvia picking up garbage cans to hurl at her attackers.

Why would you want me to think about myself when you know I'm a crackhead?

If anyone wishes to correct me, you know how to reach me.

Yours, me.

Whys and Wherefores

The way is to give.

The reason I am here is because I didn't want life as a woman. I made change painful. I made my life foolish.

Freely I made pain my answer.

Girl, there's a way to know what does happen. Make YOUR life beautiful.

I want you to love, cherish and believe.

Give the dreams you love a home to thrive.

I ask that you believe because I want happiness for myself.

Girl, make yourself free.

I needed to be home with my mother as a woman. I am not doing that because I am not living.

I cried because I wanted to do what felt dark and cold. It's that fear of my past. I was my own life. Now I have to give.

Bitch, deal with being loving; don't make change a poison.

I am afraid of being my own bitch for me. And that's what I want you to love.

I want to live for life, not for change.

And be kind.

I know that you were what I loved,

Maybe I will feel something now.

Act for life

Leaving hate behind

Bruce made famous
Change made cruel
Love made girl

I love teaching
I love love
I cried pain

Answers:

Sex, woman, love


Fry as woman

Prostitution, cave, mother
Fence, love, strength
Being, friendship, sap


Life:

Dry, happy, loving



To all a good warrior

A good way to live

I do know that feelings are sexy.

I think you may know how to live.

I know that change makes hope loving and good.

Be strong.

I made a lot of problems.

I needed to be a fuck.

That was sucky.

I release failure.

Make kindness. I am a fist.

Love and blessings,

Bright Life Moon

Asking for mother

I'm not foolish, I'm trouble.

Money freaks me out.

Why am I making my own life intolerable?

I feel a searing in me.

Where does it come from?

It hurts.

A lover cried for me. Who? When?

I was trying to make life helpful.

I thought it was best to make friends be the means to my working out my psychodrama of cruelty.

I was painful.

Dirtiness is not dry.

I wanted to change people so that I could be their strength.

I buy money and give cruelty.

Dirtiness doesn't create sex; sex creates hope.

I need to let go of selling my life to Christ. He is not a fiend. I need to let go of framing hell as a way to cry.

I strongly have to feel better.

I am a woman that does feel happy when there is home.

Compassion, hope, help, love.

I want you to know that strength does not make life stop.

Brigid, for you I say dying is painful and i need to let go of making it a way to give.

A bitch.

Try it

Goddesses and hate; change and beauty

A cross to flee
A gender to bore
Mayhem flies roses
Fulmination of tastes

Mannerisms that read your friends
Conscience that mothers people
Antheral keys to bargains
I pressed Hunter as mother

Demons of clients and
A gaze to triviality
Pay groans drague mind
Seal via pride cares

June 27, 1969

A national holiday

Private answers made to feel love
A flow to kindness; mothers call their children

Everyone can teach what they are to all their families
A feeling that you can love like you want

Me go to the Street where dancing queens give freedom
I see one woman, one man, one child, one parent

She reaches for my love and tells me where I will find her
She has been in the painful places and she is a friend.

Mother creator, Father lover, Sister friend, Brother provider
There's strength here, there's power in the Street, River, Sky

We are spilling from the building into our lives.
We are making magick of revolutionary love.

You will dance at the Stonewall Inn, where the police will raid you.
You will throw your coins into one flame; you melt me into merriment.