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This is a short post which basically revolves around the unexpected meeting I had yesterday with a very special person.
Nearly every Friday afternoon I attend a LGBTQ support group
(virtually) at the Dayton, Ohio Veteran’s Administration hospital.
It is one of the best support groups I have ever been
involved in, and it is rare that all the original attendees still come to the
meetings. It is a very diverse group with everyone from gay men and lesbians to
transgender women like me. Yesterday we had a full house including a new
participant who I assumed to be a questioning lesbian ciswoman.
I turned out to be very wrong and as the hour meeting went
on the moderator very skillfully brought it out of her why she was there. It turns
out she is the wife of a hero. Her spouse is one of the transgender service
persons forced to leave the military by the supreme coward who dodged the draft
“Captain Bone Spurs.” Better known as president tRumpt. When she told their
story, I was wowed and expressed my position that her spouse was a true hero
and would she be joining the group in the future.
Since she said, they were just exploring the area for LGBTQ
contacts, that would be a real possibility. And I was thrilled to have the
chance to meet her. So, I will see if I have the chance after the Christmas
holiday when we have our next support session. I will let you know what
happens.
In the meantime, my wife Liz and I will not be attending any
concerts by the Cincinnati Symphony Orchestra this season. Years ago, I tested
my courage and even found a sequined formal dress to wear to a holiday concert
with Liz. Even though, it was not my favorite form of music, I managed to calm
down and enjoy the show when I learned not everyone else was looking at me.
We even stopped for drinks on the way home (in an Uber) so
we would not have to drive and had a great time. Since Liz is a Wiccan, we don’t
celebrate Christmas as such, we celebrate Yule instead which is close since the
Christians “borrowed” Christmas from the pagans in ancient times. Plus, my
daughter converted to Judaism years ago, so I am pretty much left out of the
Christmas holidays altogether which is a total change from the years with my
second wife who was a fanatic. Poetic justice, I guess.
Even though those days are past me, I am fortunate to still
have Liz’s family to feel the holiday warmth from. I know many in the transgender
community are not so well off this time of year.
For me, just the chance to meet a hero’s wife in person was
a huge gift unto itself. As I said, I hope she comes back for more interaction
and brings the hero with her.
