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

Yikes! It's past 1:00 am this morning. I'm supposed to be finally receiving my special Dillard University 150th anniversary goodies in the mail today. I am an alumni of an HBCU, and I'm not ashamed of it. In a few years' time, it will be my graduating class' 25th reunion, and I'm so wanting to return back to Fair Dillard for the festivities, albeit this time as a trans woman of color under the name Kayleah H. Madison. Yesterday was yet another Sunday spent not getting groceries, but catching up on sleep, which I wound up doing a lot for no apparent reason. Hell, what would you expect on Sundays where waiting for a taxi is the equivalent of watching a lame-ass rom-com! Watching the NCAA tournament wasn't in the cards for me, especially since both Marquette and Wisconsin got blown out in their first-round games anyway. Neither of them were going to go far anyway. I stared at the calendar, counting down the weeks until I make my maiden voyage to the BTAC...

Don’t let this classic photo of mine fool you into thinking my hair has fully grown back to it 2013 length, as depicted here...or was it 2012? I digress.  I can say that I DO miss having my hair like this. I do agree now that I did apply too much makeup here, but try to remember this was back when I was still living in a motel room earlier this decade. Then again, I could’ve used a look like this for last summer’s Forest City Pageant! Hey, you never know what could’ve happen had I played with makeup more often during my slumber at the Clayton House Motel.  Some of my trans sisters have written autobiographies about their lives, from their beginnings to when they discovered they were different, to when they eventually made the transition to whom they are now. Writers like Janet Mock, Dahlia Husu, and Pamela Hayes have paved the way before me. I started writing Cocoon2Butterfly almost three years ago, and eventually lost the interest to type my story. How should I constru...