I am Who I am

By the grace of God, and God's grace is not wasted on me.

That's one of my favorite verses from the Bible. 

I'm engaged in a bit of Internet warfare with several despicable assholes who thought they would use my sexuality against me.  They took a picture of me from this blog of me in a dress.  Actually, it's one of my favorite pictures.  I'm not wearing a wig, just a dress, and I look like Tony Curtis in Some Like it Hot.  The post reads, "I Yam Not a Drag Queen!  I just look good in a dress."  And I do.  So, these low-life cretins, obviously without a sense of humor, thought they could show that picture of me and embarrass my cousins into not supporting me.  Sad thing is, it worked a little.  Some of the cousins whom I thought would have had my back immediately, didn't.  Others from whom I expected nothing, totally had me covered. 

I'm not just rambling; I'm focused on making a point.  Here it is:  I think my being Gay is a blessing.  I think my life has been blessed a million times over because of it.  I am blessed by friends, by family, by colleagues, by strangers passing me on the street.  When I walk, I bounce.  I bounce because I am happy with my life.  I am at peace with me.  These creeps thought they could use Me against Me.  Wrong, assholes.  My being Gay is my greatest strength.  It is the source of my humor, my intellect, my point of view.  When I buried several dozen really good friends back in the 80s and early 90s, it toughened me.  I can eat most fuckers alive for breakfast and spit out their bones.  I have no fear.  Not of bigotry, not of stupidity, not of religion, not of anything.  Like Popeye says, "I yam whats I yam, and that's what I yam!"  And like I said in the beginning of this post, I am what I am, by the grace of God, and God's grace is not wasted on me.

If you're interested in the side-bar drama to this post, it can be found here, here and also here.

Comments

[fragileindustries]

It's a fact, honey. The worst fights are family fights. If you ever wanted proof that you are all Redbone family, you've got it right here. Outsiders, like me, will look on and shake our heads and not get it. Like in-laws at a nasty Thanksgiving, we outsiders will come away shaking our heads at the convoluted nature of these arguments, their bitterness, and say to ourselves, these folks aren't fighting about anything real! We outsiders haven't lived inside the family to know that the buttons that get pushed most painfully are pushed by the ones who sewed them on. I don't get how can anyone argue that a joyously and sincerely claimed family heritage can be denied for any reason. But then, there's a lot I don't get because I wasn't there to get my buttons pushed, much less sewn on. Screw 'em. You're gay and fabulously so. You're Redbone, and fabulously so. It doesn't have to be a joint enterprise -- experience is better shared but no less valid if solitary.
Screw 'em, I say.

[Jillian Xenia]

go you !!!
be proud!!!
<3