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

We're nearing the Memorial Day weekend, and one of my icons from tv is calling it a career this week....and I did get a job. That schedule's not set in stone. I'm going to have my eyes peeled the next several nights as David Letterman is saying goodbye after 33 years on tv. Hell, having no social life to the current thanks to all these nights watching Johnny and Dave. At least it's kept me safe from whatever shit's on the street. A part of my life is coming to a close and it's time to open a new chapter of my life...as Kayleah Madison. On this eve before Letterman's swan song, I'm constructing another blog that I'm sure no one will read unless I give them a link to this. To keep me company, I'm watching/listening to Chicken Run on Netflix. Thanks to this, I am now up to date on both seasons of Orange Is The New Black . So many movies to catch up on, so many reasons to giveth a shit.  Back in 2012, around my 42nd birthday, I never actually s...

They say time is a healer. Or maybe a cruel joke. Maybe it's (in my opinion) the only true enemy in this entire world. No matter how you look at it, time is one things that actually never dies. We humans will only be here for so long; time will keep on movin' on. What the purpose of that is an anniversary has apparently passed me up. A sad one at that, too.  April 1995. I'm still at Dillard University in New Orleans. Got to come see my grandma during the Easter break and work on a class assignment about my family heritage. I spent almost an entire day looking up some info on what kinfolk do I have before my grandparents. Let me tell you something-if I was a white person, this task would be a breeze. Go to the records department at the county clerk's office, there ya go. Doesn't always work that way, especially for black folks like us? When you have grandparents that resided in the pre-Jim Crow South, chances of finding accurate records of your family's namesa...

shit. this is THE song I play when I feel like crawling into a hole...don't feel any better afterwards.

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...