Why is it that when something happens to a trans-person it is their fault?


Every time something has gone wrong in my life it has been said to be my fault because of the way I have chosen to dress, why is that? I dress just like anyone else does, I wear panties and pant or a dress. So why is it my fault? I hope that everyone wears something. I have been told by the law that it was my fault because I should know better then to dress as I do here in south Ga. What if I was in north Ga., would it be ok?
I dress as a woman because that is what I am inside and for the most part on the outside as well. We can search for the real reason why one is called a woman and one be a male, but is there really a good reason? I was always under the believe that I was born in the image of our Lord and God, that God had no gender for God was neither male or female if so then I am neither male nor female.

As John 4:24 states, “God is spirit, and his worshipers must worship in spirit and in truth.” Since God is a spiritual being, He does not possess physical human characteristics. However, sometimes figurative language used in Scripture assigns human characteristics to God in order to make it possible for man to understand God. This assignment of human characteristics to describe God is called “anthropomorphism.” Anthropomorphism is simply a means for God (a spiritual being) to communicate truth about His nature to humanity, physical beings. Since humanity is physical, we are limited in our understanding of those things beyond the physical realm; therefore, anthropomorphism in Scripture helps us to understand who God is.

I can only believe in what I believe in and I cannot control anything that you do. I live in one of the worst place’s here in the United States for people such as I. We are hated to the up most and can be killed at anytime in our lives. I know people that live right around me that will not walk out in pubic dressed up because they fear what may happen to them, and sometimes I can’t say that I blame them. Right here in my own yard I have been threatened to be killed and the law does nothing, because they just don’t care what happens to me.

I have been ran of the road just because someone knew me and did not like the way I dress. I have never understood what makes one person hate another one so much. If anyone has more reason to hated then myself, why? I have not done anything to anyone that I did not know. It is not like I throw myself on other people, when I am only trying to live my life. I have been asked to join a church and then been told that I was of the devil himself, or that I was born of Satan. Hell I don’t know why they would say that to me, when I was invited into their church in the first place, was it just to have something for them to blame because of their own sins.

Don’t get me wrong I know that yes I have sinned and more then likely when sin again before I die, but let he that has not sinned throw the first stone.

I never was one that likes to lie about what I am, sure I always like to pass as a woman as much as I can, but I always want there to be the shadow of a doubt and before thing gets out of hand everyone does who is what….To me it is more important to be truthful then to be in trouble because being to passable in the wrong place can be trouble…

Most of the time this is what brings on some of my depression. Having to deal with these things can make a body depressed. What separates me from most people like me is that I don’t care if I get killed by some asshole that believes he is better then me. If you want someone to kill, try me, lets see if you are man enough to deal with some that has the power of God on their side..and I know for a fact that I have God on my side, trust me.

I write to deal with my depression in my own way, hope that what I write helps someone deal with the things that are going on in their lives…and in part because there are so many being killed because of being Transgender, help let the world know to stop the killing…

Thought for the day would be to try with all your heart to stay strong and always try to understand that you are not alone, and our numbers grow more everyday….

I am Miss Bobbie Jean living in a world full of dreams..



Why is it that we look to the heavens for God when God is right here in our hearts?

Just me …

Why is it that we look to the heavens for God when God is right here in our hearts?

Starry starry night,
You are shining ever so bright.
You have shown me the way,
Your path I know I must stay.

You have given me your love,
The strength that I have comes from above.
When ever I am in doubt,
I find that you are what it is all about.

You have always been truer to me,
More so then I have been to thee.
I use to only pray to you when I was in need,
Now I pray to fill someone else’s need.

You are like my partner and my love,
You have fill my heart from above.
You have given me all that I could ever desire,
You have given me what it is I require.

Lord you inspire me to be a better human being in a world that is so screwed up. As long as I have you in my heart I know that I am never standing alone….

Written by someone dealing with life at it’s end, hoping that heaven will allow me to come in.

My name is Miss Bobbie Jean and yes I have a dream….

This is my new site that I have been trying to get up and running, just been so sick lately…

Living As A Transgender
Living as a transgender, teaching others about discrimination, bullying, and being different.

Living as a transgender, teaching others about discrimination, bullying, and being different.


Good morning ,

I am sorry but I have not been feeling like writing lately or much of anything else here. I am cold (like 25 degree’s)and depressed about being a failure in this life I have chosen to live. I know that things can and maybe will get better for me, I am strong and willing to work at it, but I feel sometimes that I should have made better choices. I like to write a lot and I write about depression to try and help myself and those around me that are feeling that way themselves. Yet it is hard for me to write about something like that when I am the one feeling the depression. I have not been to most of my doctors lately because I am so tired of them telling me what is wrong with me, I know I am dying, and they just make it worst every time I speak with them. Like, do I really want to know if I have cancer now? I don’t think so. just let it go.. because even if I did there would be nothing they could do about it anyway. I think for the most part I am just tired of fighting a useless battle about being what I am here in south Ga. I would have been better off if maybe I would have just left here and went somewhere and lived my life for me, instead I stayed here where I was not wanted and really hated to try and teach people that we are all different in our own ways. Just because someone is different does not mean that they are harmful or monsters that will hurt them. True I am a Transgender person and I have to live this way, just like they are a redneck and they feel they have to live their way, yet I don’t hate them for that, I only dislike them when they think they have the right to judge me.

I cannot blame anyone for the life that I have led here in Ga. It was my choice to stay here and try to make a difference, if I have not then it is my fault if I have failed. I have suffered dearly because of the choice that I made being raped and have been run out of my home then my tries being cut has cost me a lot of money. It toke me a year to be able to afford to replace the tries on the car. I have had to put a fence around my trailer to protect the vehicles, hopefully it will work. 16 tries is a lot to lose. I see where they have organizations that help people like me in other place’s but there is nothing here to help me. I get really tired of fighting this battle alone. It would be nice to know that there is someone out there to help or just to talk with sometimes. Maybe that is one of the reason I get depressed. It is sad that I cannot even go to the flea market and try to sell some of my junk to help make ends meet, because some jackass does not like the way I dress.
I know that my problems are just that, my problems, but you are the only friend that I have to talk to so there it is.
I have lived a hard life fighting for my rights just to live here. I always believed that one was entitled to live the way they chose to, but I was wrong. It looks like we are only allowed to live the way society wants us to live.

Well I have taken my anti-depression pills along with my pain pills so it is kicking in and I feel like laying down for a while.
Thank you for reading this if you have made it this for.
I have not just given up yet, even though I have thought about it a lot, maybe it is because I am a coward and cannot commit to suicide because it takes a lot of courage to do something like that, that means that those that have done it were not weak,just tired of the Bullshit from their peers.

I find that sleeping is my way of not having to deal with anything.
I am what I am, I live as a Transwoman in a world where I am hated and have no support what so ever.