Views from a BrewTown Sista (aka The Chronicles of Kayleah H. Madison)

There I was, sitting in this makeshift classroom in our hotel with my sisters for a series of classes to, well, empower us in this chaotic world of The Pumpkin Head. I had been in an invisible makeshift shell that had been re-created thanks to my not getting involved with getting to know my fellow sisters. It was my vacation from work, yes, however, everyday while I was at BTAC, my hotel room also felt like a goddamn prison away from home. Four years coming here, and it's the second time in as many years that I have a room to myself. I at first expected someone to room with, but thanks to the possible scare tactics of political nonsense, some decided to stay home. Great. More time to stare at a white stucco ceiling, maybe to see if a cockroach or spider found its way to occupy my lonliness. My perennial bout of moodiness returns like a five o' clock shadow on my face. Some of the girls I've known since my first BTAC convention back in 2019. Yet times change, as they always ...

With trans people like me under pressure of erasure thanks to ongoing regulations with the ever-so-Nazi-like Pumpkin Head Administration, this year's Black Trans Advocacy Coalition (BTAC) was as much of a rallying cry as ever. Maybe thanks to Texas' own trans issues of their own, including the potential threat for all trans people living in the Lone Star State to be forced to de-transition,the convention's attendance was smaller than the year before, for multiple reasons. Nevertheless, BTAC must go on, despite all the negative calamities, heeding this year's slogan: "Redefining Our Resilience--I Am UnErasable".  There were newer faces this time around, while not seeing the familiar ones that I'd seen in past BTACs. My hotel room only had me there the entire week, wondering if a late attendee was going to arrive. No soap here. Matter of fact, I had packed so quickly I Door Dashed some items to the hotel from the nearest Walmart. Yes, I know what you're ...

One year earlier, I had made my first-ever trip to the wildly popular convenient store/gas station, Buc-ee's. This Lake Jackson,TX-based franchise has gained a massive popularity due to its enormous size and various range of snacks and novelty items...plus, they make their own food, including pizza, bakery, beef jerky, and especially their own mouth-watering brisket sandwiches. They take a HUGE piece of brisket and chop it up AS YOU WATCH them prepare a bunch of brisket burgers, brisket burritos, and sliced BBQ pork sandwiches as big as a softball, or your fist.  I wanted to get one SO bad, however my friends went to eat a "free" breakfast at a Holiday Inn Express as we drove into Texas last year. The usual crap. I should also mention about how we drove from Milwaukee/Rockford 17 hours just to get there on that Sunday morning. During the night, I was driving through Oklahoma on the way to the Buc-ee's in Melissa,TX when I was passing a semi-truck and head a loud THUD ...

Alrighty folks. Once again, I've spaced out from posting anything new in recent months. In a nutshell, Donald Trump is once again elected as president, and he basically suckered this country into voting for him; Kamala Harris, the sudden Democratic candidate after Joe Biden dropped out all of a sudden, had momentum in their first televised debate. Matter of fact, Harris whooped Donny Boy's ass. Yet, it was Pumpkin Head's successful, $215 million anti-trans campaign that got him over the top. Many GOP candidates followed his trail, even though their info given was complete bullshit. The voters responded for Pumpkin Head in greater numbers than first believed. Hell, even Black men and Latinos voted for this creep. 33% of voters stayed home, not wanting to believe their votes would matter. Oh, would've they! Many of us were vehemently pissed at seeing this blonde-haired bully back as Commander-in-Chief, myself included. I'm still wondering what made him dislike the Tra...

As I'm typing this, it's Labor Day Weekend 2024. Yep, another summer is about to bite the dust in a few weeks. While I'm thankful for still having my gig driving folks around to and from their respective medical appointments,  it's been a bizarre summer for me. More or less, a bizarre 2024 in general.  Since I have noticed I've not posted anything on my blogpage in over a year, you can blame me for not keeping this damn page current. Adding crap on Facebook is easy.  Remembering that I had a blogpage when you're thinking about everything else in my world is entirely different.  Especially when you've been trying over a decade to construct an autobiography using the contents of past blogs from this page to tell a story.  Yet not every story can be made simply by memory alone. There are moments from my childhood I may remember well, but others are not worth retelling. Hell, it's not making me become a wealthy sucker anytime soon.  I realized I hadn't m...

Previously...(Part 2)