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

Going through some past facebook postings here. When I mention an anniversary in my life, i'd want to make sure I remember the actual date. Take the moment my life changed forever during the month of April 1998 back in Milwaukee. To this day I can only know that it happened on a Tuesday. I paid $75 for a dominatrix to transform me into something beautiful. Shame that person wanted nothing to do with me after that. Do I remember the actual DATE of this re-creation? Not really. I went to see some old calendars to locate when that moment actually happened, but since it's my history, I can always make up the date and pass the knowledge unto you. You're still reading this blog, so I am assuming it's all true. (and yes, I do know the little joke about when a person assumes something-makes an ASS out of U and ME!) Well, tonight's nightly voyage about my facebook's storied history has alerted me that the actual date of my actual transition is a whole lot sooner than

What to do on a chilly Saturday in late March....not much. When your options are between seeing some grease monkeys attempting to improve a 1969 Dodge Challenger, seeing Sherri Shepard hosting an updated version of The Newlywed Game, or watching a bunch of cats on Animal Planet, the choices of being slumped over are endless. Remember, I don't have the pleasure of having that many friends to hang around with. Not even my church friends, who are mainly white & near middle-aged, gives me a ring just to say "hello". It always sucks. The weekends are when my cell phone is the most silent, because nobody calls me. with the exception of those "ghost callers" that I constantly get weekly. What are ghost callers, you ask? Well, when you get calls from phone numbers you don't recognize and are basically silent when you pick up the phone, let alone the little 'click' of the hang-ups. The only thing that gets wasted are the minutes on my damn cell phone! 

I was going to post a current pic of myself on this blog. Seems that I haven't been as photogenic as first thought. (searching through newer pics.) OK, this is from February: Winter was still a bitch in my area, and I once again whined my ass off about when am I ever going to drive again. Thankfully, this blog is only a step in the right direction. Not only has this made me cope on what I can and can't change about my past and look forward to the future. (whoops! time to make some coffee. well, expresso, actually.) You know I received a call from one of those talent agencies expressing my interest to be in advertising? I am well aware that society is slowly becoming more accepting to transpeople, as long as it doesn't interfere with how and where we relieve ourselves. Our plumbing is nobody's goddamn business but our own!  I have been seeing too much shit about the LGBT way of life from the conservative religious side of politics. Do they ACTUALLY KNOW someone th