Sister Mary Lisa invited anyone who would like to to write about the topic, If I were free of all fear. She intended for us to send her our essays and she could post them on her blog. I loved, loved her essay, so I decided to participate. But I also decided to post it on my own blog.
If I were free of all fear, I would...
get a tattoo, a big one, on my back. One that would be seen when I swim and wear strappy dresses and tank tops, because I can. One that would show my transition, my power, my self, without fear.
sky dive, to feel the thrill, to feel alive as my body is forced to tune in to every sensation.
just say it. Whatever it is.
announce my blog to my family, and say, guess what. This is me. Take it or leave it, but I’m just so sick of hiding.
tell everyone exactly why I hate the fuckin' church.
write. A book. A memoir. A children’s story. A novel.
dance when I felt like dancing. Dammit.
write what I’m really thinking, now.