Gentle JoJo Fletcher
Big Black Closet of Rage
Dear Dr. You Know Who You Are, My name is Teegan, and I'm a 47 yr old transgender man. I used to be your patient by another a name, and you shockingly abused your position of power over me. I am writing to give you an update, following our lengthy complaint process.
I'd Rather Play the Harp
Most of my fellow Aces would tell you that they'd rather have cake than have sex, but since weight is an issue for me, I'd rather play the harp. You wouldn't think that my personal preference to abstain would be a matter of any concern to the world at large, but, OH, IT IS!!!
A Story of Happiness
It's too late for Christmas, but I wanted to give everybody here on Vocal a big gift of happiness for the holidays. Here's some real, observable happiness that you can apply to your life in anyway that you like. You can laugh at it; you can scoff at it. You can troll it. You can hate it. You can object to it. You can call it, and me, nasty names. You can seriously question my credentials and whether I have any right to be talking about stuff like this. (I don't; that's why I called it fiction.) But it remains a fact, that this piece of writing is a piece of happiness that was generated by the consciousness field in my brain, just for you people. I enjoyed writing it, and I enjoyed sharing it, and it is real happiness made by me for you. I hope it gives you as much pleasure to receive it as it does me to give it.
Dividing by Zero
I was not a nice person, but then he was not a nice person. We were not nice people. He had no empathy, and I had no boundaries. Both of us were ragingly suicidal and violently angry. We had grudges; we had abandonment issues; we had trauma scars. I had obsessions and he had impulses. The gods of romance who decreed that we were fated to be together were laughing up their sleeves at us, and yet it worked out beautifully. Both of us are still alive, and well, and happily married to each other.
My ex and I were out for an afternoon hike up Stony Creek, a place we had never been before in all our exploring of the spectacular trails around our home. We had the truck with us and we had been going to just 4x4 it. However, we ran into some eroding, gravel cut banks and other sketchy features of the trail and we decided that it was best to park the vehicle and continue on foot.
The Carhartts of Reason
I have said it other places; I am a wilderness chick. The idea of living any place where rugged, canvas work wear is not a fashion statement for men and women alike paralyzes me with horror. I once had a fiancé who tried to make me move to California. Worst relationship of my life. But now is now, and years ago, I was not so sure about my desire to stay up North. A tragically meh little divorce had shattered all my dreams, and I was still hanging out with my ex every chance I got and looking for a reason to live that was not being his wife.
I saw his face, and I knew, I was a liar. My heart was cracked in half. Nothing that I had told myself was true. He was just sitting at the table having coffee, but I couldn't stop staring at his hands. They were – well – unusual. And that's all I'm going to say. But I remembered what it was to be touched like that, and I wanted to cry.