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Kids, today is Thanksgiving, and by all rights, I have very little to be thankful for. I dont see you anymore, and I speak to you rarely. One thing I am thankful for is your existance. I hope someday that you can understand how hurt I am, and how much I do love you. I am a piece of trash that some want to throw away and act as if I dont exist. I am, and will always be, your Dad.

[Monument] (This blog entry was posted from "Monument." It is a loving testament to my children that I am unable to see due to the transsexualism. )

Happy thanksgiving! As I sit here in my empty apartment I can’t help but reflect on all I’ve lost in the past year. I have moved from Indiana to Washington DC. I have been told by a court that I can’t see my children. (Did I abuse or molest my children? No, I informed my ex-wife that I was on HRT, and that I wasn’t going to lie about the changes that they were seeing in me….that is my crime. ) I sit here thinking of the reactions of my family, that I am selfish, or that im going to hell. So, Im currently dealing with the loss of my entire family, my friends, my great job, and all of this is in the name of transitioning. Am I full time? No, I still have a ways to go before that happens. (I plan on having FFS with Dr Douglas Ousterhout within the next 2 years, and then I will go full time.) Being fully passable isn’t a luxury in my line of work; it’s a necessity since it’s the only thing between me and the streets. I don’t have a doctor here in DC and there has been a snag with my medical insurance, so my meds aren’t being covered either. I have no partner to hold tight. No significant other to ride this storm out. Everyday is a struggle to survive. My life is FUCKED. So what the hell do I have to be thankful for?


Happy Thanksgiving? Yes. I have great people that love me like Lisa, Gwyn, Christian, Connie, Melissa P, Angie D, Ethan and Karen, and others. I have a roof over my head, and food to eat. I have clothes to wear. I am healthy and alive. I have a decent job. It is true that I am rebuilding my life, from the ground up. While I don’t have much right now, what I do have is pure. My peeps love me for who I am, not what I am. They cry with me when Im down, and laugh with me when Im up. They truly can see past the semi-male exterior to see the woman that lives inside my body. So yes I do give thanks, even in this pit of sorrow. While the rest of the world eats turkey and stuffing, I will do laundry and plan for my weekend ahead at work. While I’ve been down about this all week, now I sit here with a warm smile across my face….thankful for all that I have. I love you all.

Marti Abernathey
http://www.tranzsisterradio.com
http://www.transadvocate.com

Join Marty for a post Thanksgiving extravaganza on tonight’s Turkey Day addition of the T-Party. http://www.tranzsisterradio.com.