I removed a pic about Bruce/Caitlyn Jenner, as it was offensive for a transgendered friend of mine, whom I known a while, this was not my intention.
 
I support all that is LGBT, obviously.  I support transgender friends and I know many personally and some celebrities, like Chaz Bono, Cher’s son.  He’s supportive of LGBT equality.  Caitlyn, courageous in her own right, but surrounded too much around Hollywood cameras, deep inside Bruce still lingers and he was never supportive of gay rights, despite many gay rumors of encounters, especially marriage equality prior to June but has since changed mind. She wasn’t truly excited about the national decision when interviewed by Ellen. Even Ellen raised an eyebrow and so did others.  With a family she’s engrossed in, come on, that’s not a real family.  Take off the gobs of makeup, turn off the cameras.

Transgendered people need a better role model. Themselves alone should be all they need.  It’s like being a lesbian, sure nowadays, there are many role models, but they weren’t around for me in 1983, when I came to terms of who I really was. I didn’t realize there was a label to properly describe it.

Acceptance is what we all seek…but even though our worlds views has been greatly transformed since I was 17, many are still hiding internally, locked in closets, scared and scarred.  Its simple to look into the mirror and tell your reflection, you are not who I am. 

We change ourselves to match how we feel inside. We change our appearances, we stop wearing pants and adorn dresses and makeup, shave our legs and traded boots for high heels. Dresses our mother’s had us in, disappears into wife beaters and jeans, hair cut short, shoving socks into our boxers, acting out boy parts when we played cowboys and indians.

That was me, hating having boobs, still do. Getting dirty, climbing trees, playing with trucks and GI Joes, acting like the boys of cousins many and less like the girl my parents had.  Girls started making me feel funny internally.  Making me feel embarrassed when I was caught staring. Gym class, locker rooms, and showers, I went insane.  I apologize to my friends if I made you feel creeped out. I was picked on about my weight in school mostly by the boys so bad and having all these changes going on in me…suicide weighed heavily on my mind…and I tried.

The feelings are similar for anyone in the LGBT community, more so for someone who is Bi, they are in turmoil twice.

First kisses, first base, stealing second and rounding third heading to home base, first love and that First heartache. It’s all the same regardless of what team we batted for.

To go through a transformation of true self, I applaud.  Having the balls or none at all to free the mind of true gender indentity, is all that matters. Some live their lives as male yet keep their female parts, and vise versa. Some have surgeries to change themselves altogether, is courageous.  Taking it public with cameras and tv shows, with a cast of overly priced characters, to give an audience a reality program to the highest bidders, who isn’t overly excited about America’s decision for Equality…all of a sudden, getting involved with Human Rights, becoming a poster child for LGBT rights, speaking for Transgendered people, still surrounded by flash bulbs and money.  This is why I do not support Caitlyn Jenner. She’s still the same old Bruce, but in high heels.

My mother is more deserving of Woman of The Year.  She’s dedicated most of her life to helping others.  She’s been hit, bitten, knocked down, yelled at by people she’s tried to care for.  Caring for others and not so much herself.  Loving wife to my father, stuck by him through good times and bad, especially the last 4 years of his life. It’s heartbreaking to watch a loved one go from a tall strong man to one where you have to wipe his bottom or use a urinal to losing him forever. Cancer survivor. Loved by her family and friends and still caring for people.

Where is her award?