This past Saturday, on 21-June-2025, which not coincidentally was Litha (Summer Solstice), Jenni and I were handfasted. Before twenty-five of our closest friends, we declared our love for one another, now and for the rest of our lives. Handfasting is a Pagan tradition. Jenni and I are both Pagan, though from somewhat different traditions.
I personally have remained active in the community since my transition back in late 2010. But I know many of the “elders” have gone stealth, and I understand that desire. I agree with Moriel though. Our community needs us. And we need them, especially now.
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Today, though, there is an international movement to oppress us through the law and we are attacked nearly every day by transphobic politicians and activists. Today’s generation of people just coming to terms with their gender face a very hostile environment and have difficult obstacles to overcome. That is why I got back in touch with the trans community a few years ago after being absent from it for two decades.
I attended the local Pride celebration on Saturday, 1-June-2024. It was my first Pride since 2012, back in Houston. Lots of things conspired in the interim to keep me away, none of which are really relevant now.
I am a well educated woman, a lesbian, and an eclectic Pagan. I am loving and giving. I am a caretaker type, who often fails miserably at self care. I have fibromyalgia, seizure disorder, and AFib.
I am complex, complicated, and worth the effort.
An Aging Trans Woman 