I recall getting some sort of toy cannon that had a spring load to fire plastic balls. I remember having a ‘Rifleman’ toy rifle. I remember receiving a bowling set of a plastic bowling ball and plastic ten pins.
Most of my remaining Christmas season memories during my childhood are accompanied by negative, forgetable events. Essentially, my father was expert at setting me up – bringing out the good, only to be followed by one of his tantrms or another, yelling at me, cursing at me.
To escape that abuse, I inevitably sought comfort in the quiet of my room behind the closed door. Perhaps this is what made me introverted, what brought out my self-isolation, where I found my safety within my self.
Topping that family aggression might seem minor to some, but is massive to me. Our father took a family Christmas picture in 1970. I had no idea about the existence of this family picture til maybe less than a decade ago when I was organsing pictures to take to the UA Library to scan. There it was – a picture with my father and Kathy; Kathy was holding Slim. My image was excluded from that picture, barely seen along the edge.
No mistaking it. Excluding me was deliberate. You see, my father frequently took these family photographs by setting the camera on the tripod and meticulously arranging us before he took the picture. This was no different that Christmas. Likely a picture that he never expected that I would find. Kathy was everything to our father. My presence in my father’s family was a big nothing; exclusion from the Christmas family photograph was proof.
Here’s hoping that you made 2020 a memorable year.
Sùk-sǎn wan Krít-mâat!
A belated Happy Hanukah to you!
A belated Happy Kwanza to you!
A Happy Holidays and Seasons Greetings to all, no matter your persuasion!
Hello to 2021!
Here’s hoping that this coming year will bring you more happiness.
Happy New Year!
Sah Wah Dee Piee Mai!
Boldog Uj Évet Kívánok (B.ú.é.k.)
Feliz Año Nuevo!
Let’s finish with a song.
‘Christmas time is here’:
Thank you, Alana, for inviting me to share your ‘White Christmas’ movie.
Today, I am watching ‘Godfather’. It, too, is a Christmas movie.
To be clear, this essay is not meant to be a downer. It merely presents that dose of reality, or at least it documents my reality. Being Trans, going through Transition, finding acceptance, overcoming rejection, are issues not taken lightly, are obstacles that can encompass your life for many years.
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Timely. This came to my Facebook Feed today:
‘Ten things that I wish I knew before beginning Transition’.
One Trans woman lists what were important steps to her Transition. She mentioned coming out to family, friends, work, etc. Family acceptance (and rejection) remains an important element.
Coming out to people is quite a dilemma. There is no easy answer. You can only do it when it is correct for you, when it is safe for you.
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