Tag: Los Angeles

A Few Words

God gave you a left hand and a right hand. On one side there are things that happen to you and you’re the victim or receptive or yin. On the other side, you are the actor, the thinker, the yang. You can’t reduce it to one. It’s both, well at least both. I’m not that smart enough to know how many hands reality has. But you can’t say that you’re a total victim, and you can’t say that you’re a total egotistical controller. We’re all both in varying degrees. So can we please meet in the center? Can we have a mosh pit of love and understanding. I know that some people are “unrelatable” but people change. I used to be a frothing right winger. I grew up. Let’s all stop being total know-it-alls that are completely convinced that the other side is wrong. Certainty is poison. There is no certainty in a complicated system of oppositional actors. Humility, Please?!
By the way, WTF is wrong with you Donald Trump. I’m talking to you as one of those horrible trannies that you want to cleanse out of the military. (BTW, only we can say tranny. Don’t fucking say it if you’re not a tranny.) Grow the fuck up motherfucker! Simmer down my brother. You’re not fucking Christ. Lord. The amount of intellectual certainty in this budding Aquarian Age is just too much. Yeah, we kind of know things because of science, but science is wrong every day.
OK I feel better. It’s such a fucking disaster. Center. Breath. Ground. Know that you’re a dumb ass ape. Life is work.
I’m drunk, but hey, I can write a few words.

The Roots, gender transition, and the promised land.

​I’m listening to The Roots – Undun. I love this album. It’s a concept album about a fictional person from the ghetto and it’s told in reverse order. Sonically, it is challenging and bold. The verses are poignant and mature. I love neo soul beats, and I tend to write a lot in that style with my own music. Questlove definitely knows how to make the beats bite in this album.

I used to listen to this album when I was coming out as transgender in LA and driving home to the valley on the 101, passing billboards for Rolls Royce in my Ford, making money but seeing it all disappear and having my kids taken from me. This music was vital and just dark enough to speak to that striving and struggle in my soul. I was just starting out on my shamanic journey of transformation into authenticity. Now I’m there. I found the promised land. It’s not Rolls Royces and fame. It’s self acceptance and peace with God.

I still have that trusty Ford Fusion. Her battery is almost spent, there’s a gash in one of her tires even though it still is inflated. We’re kinda scarred and beat up, but we are driving on, into the destined night, knowing the new day is already manifesting on the other side of the globe. I just gotta wait for it, sing my songs and praise that beautiful lion that roars in my heart called God.