Your dream will not become a reality until you shift from Very Important to an Emergency!
I've faced worse things in my life than prison
Trans women are getting killed EVERYDAY & you think the struggle is over because you can put a ring on a finger?!
We are all stronger, smarter, talented, beautiful, and more resilient than we were told.
They wanted to force me to be someone that I wasn't. They wanted me to delegitimize myself as a trans woman - and I was not taking that. As a trans woman - as a proud black trans woman - I was not going to allow the system to delegitimize and hyper-sexualize and take my identity away from me.
I would have rather been punished for asserting myself than become another victim of hatred.
Children should have the joy of living in far lands, in other persons, in other times - a delightful double existence; and this joy they will find, for the most part, in their story books. Their lessons, too, history and geography, should cultivate their conceptive powers. If the children do not live in the times of his history lesson, be not at home in the climate his geography book describes, why, these lessons will fail of their purpose.
Princeton is quite integrated. Women are professors at Princeton. Women are students at Princeton. That began in the 1970s.
My first passion was running: I excelled at that starting till the end of the high school. I pretty much cover about 20 miles a night on stage. I basically rechanneled all the athleticism and adrenaline, and everything that's exciting about sports into music. That was my secret weapon, because in Ukrainian punk rock scene - where everything was very gloomy - being athletic was not cool. I didn't publicize anything about my sport past, but I rolled in onstage with a background nobody had, and I became instantly recognized as the wildest performer in the punk-rock scene.
All I can say is what you already know: some days are treasure. Not many, but I think in almost every life there are a few. That was one of mine, and when I'm blue -- when life comes down on me and everything looks tawdry and cheap, the way Joyland Avenue did on a rainy day -- I go back to it, if only to remind myself that life isn't always a butcher's game. Sometimes the prizes are real. Sometimes they are precious.