I kinda did a radical thing this week. I deleted facebook. After reducing friends/family it seemed that I just had 'dramabook' in smaller doses instead of getting rid of the problem. It seems that facebook has become the place for folks to lay down all their ills, problems, marriage issues, political disgust, and frequently folks are trolled to just pick arguments. What exactly do you win when you get the best of someone on an internet fight? More drama? Heartburn? A higher dose of Prozac? I'm embarking on a new journey of sorts. So far I have more energy, I feel lighter when I wake up and I don't feel "chained" to updating people about my life. Who cares about it anyways?
I've gone rogue-
SVJ
Getting Savvy with Savannah
Traveling Through My Transgendered Life
Tuesday, June 27, 2017
Sunday, March 19, 2017
Less People, Less Problems
When I was little my mother used to say that she was going "soul searching" when she was in deep thought or pondering a major life choice. I kept thinking.....Soul Searching? Where did it go? How do you loose it to begin with? How do you identify it when you've found it again? I later learned that it was just a metaphor for doing some deep thinking. I've recently discovered that I've spent the majority of my life trying to impress people that don't deserve to seconds of my time.
Christmas cards to people who don't care, affection to folks who never return it, hero worship to people I've put on pedestals but would never give me the time of day, kiss the ass of people who I wanted to be friends with because I too wanted to be cool like them.....but never realizing I would never EVER be good enough for them. They decided a long time ago that I would not be in their inner circle and no matter how hard I tried I would never make it.
So I deleted 100 extra friends on facebook. Then another 100 more when I realized I was just collecting 'friends' on facebook and some of them I had never even met in real life. Then another 75 when I realized that even more were people I'd never meet, talk to, travel to, or invite to a special event like a wedding, baptismal, funeral or anniversary party. How long had I been off my path that I surrounded myself with nobody's and wondered why I never felt loved? I pushed away folks that I did love, because I was too worried about the folks that didn't love me.
Seriously what the fuck? So I deleted another 25. I started to feel more free, positive energy, connecting with people who actually matter. How long did I burry my head in the sand? Why did I do this to begin with? Oh yeah.....I'm a people pleaser. I have begged my whole life to be apart of the cool crowd never realizing that no matter what I did I was never going to sit with the cool kids at the lunch table.
I had connected myself to people who just wanted my time at their events, money for their charities, advice when they needed it, and my endless admiration of them to build them up. Never asking myself, what is in it for me? I've come to the conclusion that I need to make my circle smaller. Therefor less people, and less problems. Its painful on one hand because it could result in hurt feelings but .....I tend to think: they'd do the same thing in a blink of an eye. Self care is not selfish.
-SVJ
Christmas cards to people who don't care, affection to folks who never return it, hero worship to people I've put on pedestals but would never give me the time of day, kiss the ass of people who I wanted to be friends with because I too wanted to be cool like them.....but never realizing I would never EVER be good enough for them. They decided a long time ago that I would not be in their inner circle and no matter how hard I tried I would never make it.
So I deleted 100 extra friends on facebook. Then another 100 more when I realized I was just collecting 'friends' on facebook and some of them I had never even met in real life. Then another 75 when I realized that even more were people I'd never meet, talk to, travel to, or invite to a special event like a wedding, baptismal, funeral or anniversary party. How long had I been off my path that I surrounded myself with nobody's and wondered why I never felt loved? I pushed away folks that I did love, because I was too worried about the folks that didn't love me.
Seriously what the fuck? So I deleted another 25. I started to feel more free, positive energy, connecting with people who actually matter. How long did I burry my head in the sand? Why did I do this to begin with? Oh yeah.....I'm a people pleaser. I have begged my whole life to be apart of the cool crowd never realizing that no matter what I did I was never going to sit with the cool kids at the lunch table.
I had connected myself to people who just wanted my time at their events, money for their charities, advice when they needed it, and my endless admiration of them to build them up. Never asking myself, what is in it for me? I've come to the conclusion that I need to make my circle smaller. Therefor less people, and less problems. Its painful on one hand because it could result in hurt feelings but .....I tend to think: they'd do the same thing in a blink of an eye. Self care is not selfish.
-SVJ
Thursday, December 22, 2016
Delta Airline
- This whole Delta Airlines b/s reminds me of public school in rural Idaho when teachers used to tell me as a child: Well they wouldn't treat you like a faggot if you didn't act like one. Or a police officer telling me that I can't be raped because I was a prostitute as a teenager.
- Kicking someone off a plane because they spoke a different language is racist. Trying to put someone in their place by forcing them to assimilate to the culture around them is ethnocentric and not a...n American value. Sanctioning someone for speaking in a different language than your own is discrimination.
- Equally expecting someone to remain calm, when they're being targeted for an assigned stigma you hold about someone else's culture, speaks to the level of privilege you hold over someone who is actually being victimized. I want you to know that I see you sticking up for Delta. I see you treating the victim as inferior.
- I see you. You disgust me.
Tuesday, October 11, 2016
National Coming Out Day
National Coming Out Day
Most people associate National Coming
Out Day with Gay & Lesbians but for me in the LGBT community it
takes on a different meaning as a transgender woman. I first started
transitioning in the second grade and living a double life. At home I
would pretend to be what my parents wanted and when I was at school I
would be honest but be bullied for it. I can remember many occasions
when I complained to administration or teachers and they all said the
same thing: stop being yourself and you won't have the problem.
I often wish I could hold the 7 year
old version of me in my arms and tell her that she is loved
unconditionally. Additionally let her know that despite the
psychological damage inflicted upon me by other children, and the
physical abuse I had to endure everyday, someday it would be much
worse. Its no wonder that we lie to our children and tell them that
it gets better. Why would you want to grow up if you knew that life
was going to be just as hard if not worse?
Studies show us that 41 percent of
trans people commit suicide by age 30, 86 percent endure daily abuses
at home or work, 40 percent are unemployed or unemployable, 3 out of
4 have been raped or sexually assaulted, and many are without stable
housing. How would I let the 7 year old version of me know not to
give up but that it gets worse as you get older? In some states I’m
not even allowed to use the restroom or retain a job in America. Yet,
I’m expected to be patriotic, and love my country all at the same
time.
How would I tell her that most of your
friends and family won't understand and that you'll live a very
lonely existence in a society that neither wants you, or will give
you equal rights? All that I could offer her is that it doesn't get
better at all, but you get stronger. You start to realize the way
people behave, bully, legislate, and discriminate have nothing to do
with you. They are in fact the ones that are broken, insecure,
unstable, and live their life in a constant state of fear. Fear of
minorities, women, and educated folks who want to make a difference
in society.
Almost every great civil rights leader
has been murdered because the idea that freedom, love, and peace are
so threatening to people who are unable to use their sociological
imagination to envision a society that plays together, gets along,
and lives in harmony with nature. However just because they are
unable to live an honest life, one full of joy and happiness doesn’t
mean you can't pursue yours. You are entitled to live in a society
that is free of violence against you, a significant other that loves
you, and a place where you can rest at night, without fear of
repercussions.
I would plead with her that some pretty
shitty things will happen so that you can stay alive but that your
past does not define you. A rose is still a rose, no matter what it
goes though. Don't let oppression make you feel like you need to
identify with it. You do not need to become a self-fulfilling
prophecy just because the institutions that were supposed to help
you, are designed to oppressed you instead. That just because the
majority of who you encounter with will make you feel ugly, shameful,
and sad, doesn't mean you need to believe them. What they think, and
how they treat others, defines them, not you.
I would then kiss her on the cheek and
tell her that no matter what, even when you are just surviving, you
are inspiring others not to give up. You will educate others so that
7 year olds, 30 years from now will have an easier life than what you
lived. Its okay to survive. You will overcome despite adversity.
Coming out is the bravest thing you will ever do, just never look
back because even if you're moving forward you're still advancing
towards your dreams.
Saturday, October 1, 2016
Should I Stay Or Should I Go?
Sometimes I get so many mixed messages online its hard to tell if people want me to talk to them or not. Granted I tend to let them start the conversation because I don't want people to think that I'm "trapping" them into something they may not like. So my profile is brutally honest, and even my screen name is: transgendered. There's no mistaking.....
SVJ
Then there are days like this....that I'm absolutely puzzled. In the long run I'll just ignore him but for a few minutes I feel bad thinking that I've done something wrong until I've analyzed what happened.
Then.....there are times its pretty clear they want to be left alone even though THEY CONTACTED ME. .....but in the long run, I just run for the hills- SVJ
Sunday, September 25, 2016
Institutionalized Racism
Another date goes bust this evening. He didn't stand near me, always walked 2-3 steps ahead of me, constantly over talked me, interrupted and we had a very strongly worded conversation about institutionalized racism. He kept denying that people get discriminated against or during one part of our conversation he said I could keep a job if I didn't 'broadcast" I was transgendered.
Heavy sigh.....
I kept sitting down in hopes that he would talk to me, make eye contact. He never did....always looked on guard and looking around as if he was scanning to see who was seeing him in public with me. When he dropped me off, he didn't even say anything nice, or a casual good bye. Just, "Okay I'm going to go hang out with my daughter now, bye.' I felt so shamed, and little as if I embarrassed him to be in public with him.
Came home, wrote about it on facebook. He through a hissy fit, and told me to fuck off. I guess that's one less Christmas card I have to send out.
Heavy sigh.....
I kept sitting down in hopes that he would talk to me, make eye contact. He never did....always looked on guard and looking around as if he was scanning to see who was seeing him in public with me. When he dropped me off, he didn't even say anything nice, or a casual good bye. Just, "Okay I'm going to go hang out with my daughter now, bye.' I felt so shamed, and little as if I embarrassed him to be in public with him.
Came home, wrote about it on facebook. He through a hissy fit, and told me to fuck off. I guess that's one less Christmas card I have to send out.
Friday, September 23, 2016
Fag
This is my daily life folks. Walking to the mailbox, shopping for groceries, applying for a job, checking in on an apartment for rent, asking for directions, needing assistance from a police officers, questioning a teacher, being emailed on a dating site, or being called at home.
I'm a fag.
I've been called fag, faggot, and queer my whole life. No matter how much good I do for the world, how I try to help others in need, or how educated I become.
I'm a fag.
I'm a fag.
I've been called fag, faggot, and queer my whole life. No matter how much good I do for the world, how I try to help others in need, or how educated I become.
I'm a fag.
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