Every time I begin a new blog, I have such high hopes. This is the time that I will finally find my "blogger" voice. This is the time that I will be inundated with followers. This is the time that what I say will matter enough to help the world change just that smallest fraction of a degree that we need to avoid the annilation of our ecosystem. Um, the annilation of our ecosystem means we humans bite the big one as well so you would think it might be important enough to get people to make some changes. You know, so we can all survive.
Well, that said, I think that my optimism is pretty well in check after last year's experience of slipping into homelessness without receiving any help from any of the social systems of my dearly departed, never to return, once and never again, pretending to be liberal but run by bankers, adopted home town of San Francisco. I guess being considered gaijin, first in Hawai'i and then in San Francisco, should have taught me that you need be born in a place and to live in that place continuously for all of your life to be truly considered a resident these days. Homerism has taken over the US of A and we do not need to help anyone that we don't consider one of our own. I guess all that hoopla about taking care of disabled veterans like me is just that, hoopla. Believe it or not, I thought that I could go anywhere in the USA and call it home. Um, nope. Not one San Francisco social agency helped us. I was only able to buy the old Chevy van that kept us off the streets by withholding rent money and selling everything I owned that had any value whatsoever. Luckily, my old landlord was able to get close to a thousand dollars more per month for our old apartment so she just used our damage deposit to settle our debt and we were free, as far as official San Francisco cared, to live in our van home forever.
Like the intrepid explorer that I am, I decided to set out on a Greyhound bus rather than choose to live the rest of my life in a way too hot and way too cold and way too moldy van. Upon receiving the understanding that I was feeling way too claustrophobic to continue my bus ride, I got off the bus in a brand new, never before seen city. I got a hotel room and began asking, pleading, um really begging, my partner of twenty years to drive the van to my undisclosed location so that we could start our new life. She didn't want to leave her job but, after much begging on my part, she came to understand that we could never afford to live in San Francisco again and that I was never going to return. The only question was whether my newly discovered paradise was really paradise or whether it was going to be yet another disappointing relocation.
Good news!!!! There is at least one community in our late great republic that puts their money where their mouth is when it comes to caring for vets, even transgender lady vets such as myself. Drum roll for the great reveal... Portland, Oregon. I showed up, homeless with my only shelter being that van that my partner and I lived in for close to five months. Within a month of moving to this wonderfully caring community, my partner was working again and we found a cheap apartment to live in. In Portland Oregon, disabled and homeless vets are helped rather than expected to vacate the city so rich people can move in. Hurray for Portland, the greatest metro area in all the land!
More about me as it is all about me, yes? ;-) I am a writer who never gets paid but I am trying to change that. I am re-editing my ten plays into ebooks and I've begun a new novel as well. I am 19,000 words into my magnus opus about being a trans woman and a disabled vet and living homeless in a van and being an Artificial Intelligence (A.I.) or quite possible lost in an Ark spaceship somewhere between Earth and some as of yet unnamed solar system. The novel is entitled Transgender Pejorative (The Ghost in the A.I. is Born). I believe that it's more Visionary Fiction than Science Fiction. You can find my Smashwords author profile page here and more on visionary fiction here.
So, that's my new start. I'm trying to get hired as a teacher in the Portland area until my writing takes off (egotist! dreamer!). Being an out and proud transgender woman leads me to believe I may be more realistic to believe in my writing than in my chances of getting hired to teach English as a Second Language but Portland has been so incredibly welcoming that I'm beginning to believe that I may have truly found my hometown. Let us hope and pray together that it is so :-)