Sick of People's Rights

I am a child of the 1960s and 70s; half of each, and the other kids I went to school with in New York City and 'Jersey were a mixed bag of races and creeds.  My 2nd grade love was Chinese, my best friend throughout Jr and Sr High was Puerto Rican and my date to the senior prom was Jewish.  Our class President was Black.  I thought life was like that everywhere.  Still, I'm a bigot,  but against those who refuse to share so that we all might have a chance at a better quality of life.

I'm getting a tad tired of the country's attempt, ONCE AGAIN, to prove there is Equal Representation for All, when every show, radio program and commercial demonstrates how rare I am to be a straight, childless Caucasian woman with old-fashioned morals;  and most galling, HOW WRONG THAT IS.  I keep looking for people "Who look (and think) like me," the same plea used to justify today's same-sex, mixed-race, single-eyebrow Madison Avenue ads. The older I get the fewer friends with whom to connect; can't you make my final years a bit more pleasant, please, by bringing about change in a more balanced approach?  Why must it be one way or the other?

I've said before I don't care if people sleep with sheep, I'm just tired of having it shoved in my face. That's why I don't watch Porn.  I flipped on Saturday Night Live last night and saw screaming-band, Man-e-skin, made up of what appeared to be a young woman pretending to be Keith Richards; a less-dramatic male guitarist; a drummer of undetermined sex with really long hair; and the singer (don't dare call him the front-man): a tall, skinny fellow in drag.  I couldn't understand a word even with the subtitles and thought it was hideous, but I do admire their achievement, even if it doesn't seem particularly original.  I guess I've outgrown SNL.

I still believe it's dangerous to indulge impressionable minds with trans-gendering, how can they possibly make such important decisions at 4 and 5?  I was a tomboy and have always felt comfortable doing masculine things; always wanting to prove I could do what they could, or rather what was ascribed to the boys.  I'm sure the opposite is true. When I want to wear a tie, I do.  I have no compulsion to getting into a knock-down-drag-out brawl, but I'm not supposed to because I'm a girl.  My first husband taught me to smoke, drink and curse like a sailor; I was a willing pupil.  I've since lost two out of three of those habits.

Change the rules...don't change the sex. Would I have been happier as a transgender child dealing with more taunting than for just being Polish?  Maybe, but it wasn't necessary to change my anatomy in order to act the way I felt.  Why can't that in itself be enough?

I think that's all I better say for today, nothing personal.  I just learned the property I'm parked on is about to be sold and so I'm royally screwed and must search for new housing, probably in a different state. That sucks.