We are at the
end of another year and another decade. It’s that week leading up to the start
of a new year. It’s that week when many take stock of what they’d planned to
accomplish, what they actually accomplished, and what will roll over to the new
list of plans likely to never be crossed off or the boxes ticked.
I had never met Nancy Novak. I’d heard her name, but our paths had never crossed. She was working at Coca-Cola. Novak’s Bar & Grill didn’t exist. Nancy was throwing parties for other people and serving drinks to friends in her modest house in North St. Louis across a short stand-alone bar too short to lie on for body shots. Although, drunken attempts were likely made by the Gayborhood/Mich Light football folks. If it could be done, they were the ones to do it!
attended my second Transgender Spectrum Conference in St. Louis. This year I
also agreed to participate in two ways I had not the previous year.
I spent a chunk
of the morning being interviewed by a volunteer interviewer for the Trans
Spectrum Oral History Project for the Washington University archives. It was
basically 45 minutes or so of narrative with a number of questions and conversation
with the orator/interviewer. The subject was the story about my transition from
female to male. It was a pretty laid-back exchange and the time passed quickly.
I didn’t plan on taking a break from this blog, but it appears that I did. I’ve mostly been busy writing for my online magazine/blog Trans Speak.
Check it out if you have a moment. On that site I am featuring stories written by trans persons, for trans, about trans. There is more of a slant on human interest rather than a site filled entirely of news articles. I will continue to make personal blog posts on this page and will be back with more soon.
over with…or so I thought. As if it wasn’t enough for everyone to fight nearly
the entire month of June – in the name of community and togetherness, mind you;
it seems that waking to the re-hashing of recent events is the way many are
choosing to start off July.
Fine, I’m game.
Here goes. I have just a few thoughts I am going to share about our 2019 Pride
season. Take from them as is your will to do.