Will Ivanka read this? I hope so.
I know the family of the writer of this letter, Isabel Rose. Her family is one of the most prominent and philanthropic families in New York City. The Rose family endowed major gifts to the New York Public Library, the Planetarium at the Museum of Natural History, Lincoln Center, the Metropolitan Museum, and many other major cultural institutions.
She wrote a public letter to Ivanka Trump, from one mother to another. She wrote about her child, who is transgender. It was incredibly brave of her to tell her story in public. The letter is beautifully written, sincere, and heartfelt.
I hope Ivanka reads it.
I am posting only a portion. I hope you will read it in its entirety.
My name is Isabel Rose and I bet if we played a quick game of Six Degrees of Separation we would discover many mutual acquaintances. This shouldn’t come as a…
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When I was a very small child I saw two young gymnast working out. Dressed in white, they gleamed in the sunlight. Their bodies were clean, pure and strong. I witnessed beauty for the first time and it stunned me.
At the age of 57 I have decided to build a physique that embraces that admiration. This has been a lifetime dream. In the age of instagram and selfies, that shouldn’t be a remarkable proclamation. But for me it defies a life of shame and self loathing. What does bodybuilding have to do with childhood sexual abuse? For me everything. The first assault exiled me from my body, my masculine body in particular.
My story is complicated. I ask for your patience as I attempt to examine my experience with sexual abuse. The more I write, the more I share, the more details I uncover. This blog is first and foremost for me to just be free, to break the silence, to reveal the secrets. I also hope it can inspire others to find a way out of whatever life has dealt them. Never give up on the you you’ve wanted to be.
The picture is from the mid-late 80’s. One of the few I’ve always liked, maybe because it is out of focus.
Arrrrrggghh! I see I’ve already posted this. Don’t know what to do about it but try harder next time to pay attention to what I’m doing…
On my bookshelf you can see
my inner self revealed to thee.
Maybe Hen’s Teeth and Horse’s Toes
won’t go far to show you me,
but Frames of Mind should give a hint
of where my time is largely spent.
Crack in the Cosmic Egg is from
an elderly college alum
who still values Games People Play
and Alan Watts any old day.a
User Illusion blew my mind
also Denial of Death in its kind,
and I include for brilliance
the author of Concilience.
Sheldon Kopp told me what to do
if Buddha I should run into,
while The Dream and the Underworld
gave me frights, sanity a whirl.
And here’s an old one we all knew
none other than Miss Nancy Drew.
So now you know me stem to stern.
What can I expect from you in turn?
Respect for all life.
Support, support, support!
I knew it was coming, but it still broke my heart to see the news yesterday. Our federal government has officially turned its back on one of the most vulnerable groups in our society: Transgender children like mine.
Here in my dark blue state, my kiddo is pretty insulated (for now – more trouble is brewing), but I shudder to think what’s in store for the kids everywhere else. They are now at the mercy of whatever misinformed, bigoted policies their local governments and schools districts choose to cook up.
Debi Jackson: Mom. Warrior. Hero.
It’s a coincidence that I just happened to finish this podcast episode. It’s about a woman with a child like mine who lives in one of the many states where I wouldn’t dream of living, now that it’s open season on trans kids. Listen to Red State Mama. This mama will rock your…
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