A New Year with New Problems

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As I write this, we're now in March 2025. Trumpy Dumpty got back into the White House and, with help of Tesla/X founder Elon Musk, have turned this country on its asshole. Pumpkin Head's firing people left & right for no reason, it's making no sense. 

Day One, he basically tells America there's only two genders, which Republicans eat that shit up. Transpeople like me have been watching & worrying what could happen next. But I'm not going down minus a fight. That might be a cliché, but it's the truth. So what if I am just a face in the crowd,  I quietly show my support for my trans family by either wearing a TRANS PRIDE wristband or my trans necklace.  

Sometimes I can't imagine how much time can fly. All these years that come and go when your mind's wandering off with the abyss of work, hobbies, family or sleeping. 25 years of calling Rockford my home, though my heart aches for being back in my native Milwaukee.  I know plenty has changed since I last been home; the neighborhood where I grew up now looks so run down with boarded-up homes, dilapidated and ready for the wrecking ball. Makes me sad seeing it this way. 

I'm going to be officially a senior come October.  This is where time has you by the balls and reminds you the Grim Reaper may be in sight. One snap of its fingers and...it's all over. Singer Angie Stone, whom I was not a devoted fan of, was suddenly killed over the weekend in a brutal highway collision.  Seems an 18-wheeler may have lost control of his rig and hit Stone's vehicle, causing it to turn over a few times off the interstate highway. She died almost instantly.  Life itself can be SO fucking viscous when it comes at you faster than a NASCAR driver doing 180 mph while high on meth. Death comes quicker. Most of us are never ready for the sudden ending. 

I can't predict how much longer I shall have the pleasure of still being able to see the generations of people who'll one day pass me by. All I mainly have are an encyclopedia of memories that circulate in my mind when all alone. True, it's better than being incarcerated by a long shot, but what the fuck did I do with my life that's the problem. 

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