Head Bangers’ Ball

Two new adventures last night. First, helping Pam (my sis-in-law) at the door taking tickets and checking IDs at the Eagles.  Second, a metal music show. I took out my hearing aids for this one, opting for foam earplugs instead.  And what fun!

Can a 59-year-old fall in love with a genre so riotous? Yes! I felt like a child lining a parade route, horns and drums pounding a primal reverberation in my chest.

And the crowd? The range of ages was staggering. The leathers and spikes and tattoos and chained wallets were donned by nice people. They were old and young.  I saw shorts, dresses, boots, denims, nose rings, dreads, shaved heads and sweaty jumping folks.

It was such fun!

Would I do this again someday.  Yes! Only maybe I’ll try a henna tattoo in one my arm first, LOL. Hey, I gotta start small.  😉

Photo credit 20120413 – Heavy Metal – 72 by T. Kenbrock

My Heart.1

Trans Pride in Seattle – June 2017.  My trans son, Jordan (left), his wife Tara (center), and my daughter Heather (right).  Such beautiful people; such warming smiles.  I am very proud and blessed.  Heather drove over to spend this special time with Jordan and Tara!

 

 

Reblog: My Transgender Son

Transition Update: 2 Months on T

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Jordan Pegasus

For the past two months, I have been injecting 25 mg of testosterone subcutaneously every week. The prescription says to do intramuscular injections, but according to my doctor, subcutaneous injections work just as well. I opted to do injections of 25 mg each week, instead of the standard dose of 50 mg every two weeks because I wanted to minimize potential mood swings as the testosterone (“T” for short) cycles out of my system. I’m still taking the standard dose of 200 mg a month, just injecting a smaller amount more frequently. In lieu of driving to the clinic every week for my injections, I learned how to inject myself (through my doctor’s instructions) and was amazed at how quickly I got over my fear of needles.

Here are some of the changes I’ve noticed:

My voice has deepened. I am still speaking in the same general register as I…

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Coke & Peanuts

My sister, Nettie, introduced me to Coke and peanuts. I guess it was a “thing” way back when. With my first ever bottle of Coke laced with peanuts on the bottom, I awoke to the dynamic duo of sweet and salty.  My love affair with the combo ensued.

When I think of Coke, I think of Nettie.  Bet she would have gotten a kick out of these “Coke Bottle Women” by Cranky Messiah.

coke bottle women by cranky messiah

The photographer writes that he shot this from his truck.  He spotted the art on the side of a building in Baltimore, Maryland.

 

Via daily prompt:  Bottle

 

In the Company of a Pregnant Woman

In some families pregnant women abound, but not mine.

I saw my niece yesterday, happily reminded of all the excitement and hope reflected in her pregnant form.

She radiates. Sometimes you catch a glimpse of exhaustion. Sometimes a glow. Her smile reminds that her life has changed forever.  I have time now to watch, listen, and let the moments in.

When chaos is stilled it is a joy to soak up the rays of a new life on the horizon.

via Daily Prompt:  Radiate

photo:  The Pregnant Woman by Tobias Abel