In Celebration of Mom-and Me
In the first 30-days since my legal name change to Kayleah H. Madison, I have downplayed the excitement of being a new person with a new identity and gender. I go do my job driving a cab for a third-rate taxi company, conversate with the passengers, collect the dough, and eventually gas up. Obviously I do use the women's restroom - and get the hell out of there before some cry baby overprotective God- fearing parent expects the worst while I am doing my business! My customers do refer to me in the correct pronouns, like she, her, ma'am, and of course, a woman. Good. Makes me feel better about myself. Every November 24 is usually a somber day for me. Those who've read my older bogs knows what I'm talking about. To those newcomers of my blog, that's the day my mother was called home. For many years I blamed myself for saying the hurtful comments the very last time I spoke to her. One Sunday a few years back, I got to sing the lead with my church choir si