There he is again with his extensive knowledge of gay networks and gay, bi & transgendered people.
What it is to have such an expert in our midst.
He, from his postings knows more gay people than I do - and I've only been around the gay community for about 40 years now. Astonishing.
Mind you he never discusses these issues anywhere but here. He rarely thinks about them except on here. Where then does he get his expertise in this area from?
Makes one think how easy it is to be an expert.
As stated elsewhere on this forum - ex = something that has been - xpert (pronounced spurt) = a drip under pressure.
From 1972 to 1975 I worked with transvestites and transgenders in the strip joints of Syndey, Australia's Kings Cross area. I was co-opted onto a group that helped to counsel teenage trans, usually MTF, runaways who headed for the Cross when life as trans at home and/or school became too much for them to handle.
When I returned to the UK a friend, female, who overheard my brothers discussing my helping trans people, asked to meet me, and again co-opted me to work with trans people here in the UK. I only gave this sideline up six years ago.
Strangely enough about 70% of those who suffered worst at the hands of the homophobic were those from strongly religious homes or areas.
The amount of rubbish posted on this thread has lead me to a moment where I feel that I should make clear my reasons for my attitudes in the matter of both gays and trans people and, in particular, the attitudes of people like Sassy, Hope, and Vlad, to trans and gay people, so here goes and I am damn glad that JC is no longer here as I know just how much shit what I am about to say would head my way from his direction, I have no doubt that Vlad will pass it on to JC, but I have, to be honest, got past the point where I give a tuppenny fuck what others on this forum think of me or my history or my views on various subjects.
Had I been born in 1996 instead of 1946 I would have been MTF transgender. From the age of about seven I wanted nothing more in my life but to be a girl. I hated being a boy.
As has been stated before, my father was a staunch High Anglican, and I made the mistake of talking of my desire to be a girl in his hearing. I got the worst beating of my life and was warned that, should I ever mention the subject in front of him again, my next beating would be my last. Neither my mother nor I were in any doubt as to the truth of his words.
So all of you who decide to read this confession. offered freely and without duress, may now understand my aversion to, one, the Christian Church and its adherents and, two, to those who express such unpleasant attitudes to trans and gay people as those mentioned above, among others.
Yes I was married and have three children, part of the price I had to pay for my father not making my sexuality public. My children are well aware of the above facts and have shown themselves, being of a more modern generation, far more understanding than either my father or the Church in which I was brought up ever were. And NO, I did not declare my sexuality when I joined the Army and it did not have anything to do with my leaving the Army, that was brought about by a recurrence of my asthma.
HOPE SASSY VLADNow challenge my knowledge of gay and transgender issues and my knowledge of just what right bastards Christians can be when they go into pulpit mode.
Do your worst, you cannot hope to match my father!
