Monday, October 10, 2016

I am Jack's rampant hypocrisy

I'm probably going to lose some of the two readers I have, but this is important for me to say. I'm not excusing Donald Trump's words or behavior toward women. Please understand I'm eating buckets full of pride with this post, this isn't something I'm very happy about, and I'm still not voting for him.

Donald Trump has said some horrible things about women, and has sexually assaulted some. I initially was angry, and hurt, because for all of his shortcomings I do respect him. I wish he wasn't such a lecherous jackass, but you take the good with the bad.

 I was taken to the woodshed by God for not forgiving him. Emotionally, it was excruciatingly painful for me. I cried, I threw a fit, but in the end, I realized that I fall far short of God's best for me multiple times a minute every day. And I ask God to forgive me and try to do better. But what right do I have to ask for forgiveness, if I have no forgiveness for others? So I got smacked in the face with my own hypocrisy and self-righteousness. Two things I didn't realize were there, and that revelation made me hate myself.

So, DJ, if you ever read this, I'm sorry for holding forgiveness from you, while asking it for myself. I do forgive you, and I do love you. Let's both try harder to be better people.

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Letter to Arec Barrwin


I'm a transsexual. I get all kinds of shit flung at me, almost daily, so I understand how something like what the New Yorker said could hurt. It sucks when people talk trash about you, especuially if it isn't true. I deal with criticism by proving my detractors wrong , for example, those like me are labeled 'perverts', I live a celibate and single life to prove them wrong. I live above criticism. I know that for the most part so do you (the cocksucker thing was a bit much, but we all snap, I totally get it), so don't let what they (anyone) say hurt you. You're an awesome hubby and Daddy, and you've been knocked down several times in your career, but you always get back up. So get up, Alec. Your fans (including me) have and always will love you. We've got your back. Fuck the New Yorker. Prove them wrong.

All the Best,

Traci Kristine

Thursday, August 11, 2016

Dear Pastor

I don't know your name. I'm the girl whose family you took me from. You convinced them that the best thing to do was distance themselves from me. I don't think you fully appreciate what you have done to not just me, but my family. Growing up I was very close to them. Family reunions and gatherings were the highlights of my year. I couldn't wait to see my Grandparents, uncles and cousins. And when I grew older, my parents, sisters and nephews. I have a niece that I've never seen. I love them all, so much that it causes me physical pain as well as emotional. The pain is more than I can bear sometimes. I have gender dysphoria, and for that you have condemned me to life without that which means most to me. This is something that I was born with. Something confirmed by two medical doctors, and a licensed therapist. I think of my family every day, several times a day. And I cry. Because I know that with the exception of my Mother, I may never see them again, much less share a meal over a holiday. I'm struggling so hard with forgiving you. I'm struggling even more with loving you as I should, I really want to, but I'm not there yet. I ask you, in the name of Christ to give me my family back. You can end this. Please. I'm begging you. Please stop this.