Just out trying to have a little fun,
I used to do it alot out in the sun.
I was very “HOT” looking in those days,
I sure had fun playing the game my way.

I would wear my short shorts and miniskirts,
And I didn’t care who it hurt.
I was just as happy as could be,
Because I was to busy just being me.

It was fun to look good,
And look good that I would.
I was not afraid to show my a*s,
Because to me it was just a gas.

Would love to me with young men,
But that was way back then.
Now I have gotten to old,
All I have left are stories to be told.

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I find myself battling with depression everyday of my life,
I sometimes feel that I just want to give up the fight.
But because of the faith I have in God,
That’s thoughts that I must put aside.

Because giving up on life, would be a sin,
In my faith I believe that Jesus, died for them.
So that would be wrong for me to do,
Plus I would just be a failure, to you.

I really would like to go to Heaven when I die,
So I fight to keep those feelings inside.
I want to live my life free of sin,
So that my new life can begin.

It’s really hard to fight this battle alone,
But I have no choice here because I have no one at home.
My caretaker, just does that,
She just cares for me, and that is that.

We never talk about my passing or how I really feel,
She’s just the type that it’s no big deal.
When I die, I will be gone,
It is then that she will just move on.

Living as a trans, has been hard on me,
Living here in Ga. Has been a battle for me, you see.
Because there are people here that have just hated me,
It didn’t matter that I was the best that I could be.

They did all they could to shut me down, you see,
All they ever did was showed hatred toward me.
That’s why I will be glad when it’s all over for me,
It will be good to be in Heaven, with Thee.


Hopping I’ve inspired you as I give praise to My Lord.
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My Life Like This Was No Fun.

Hope all is well here today,
I have finally found my way.
Back to see you again,
This is where it all started from the beginning.

I don’t get this way much,
Because I have change in a way as such.
That I don’t stand for anything,
Like I did when I did in the beginning.

I have found that most transgenders don’t care,
They like it in the closet, so they can stay there.
I stopped fighting for their rights,
Because they didn’t know what they were about.

Little did you know, what I went through,
Just to stand up, for you.
I got beaten and raped just for being a trans,
But no one here seen to care if I was a woman or a man.

I did what I thought was right,
But I will no longer stand and fight.
My time here is done,
And I can tell you, my life like this was no fun.

Hopping I’ve inspired you as I give praise to My Lord.
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I know I have not posted anything here in a while, but my life is so messed up now that I am not sure which way to turn. As you know I have lived as a transwoman for a long time and I had never let it bother me, what others though of me, but here lately it has really been getting to me. Because of my health and the fact that death is knocking at my door, I have been trying to put the pieces back together with my family and friends. But it does not look like it is working out very well for me. They still seem to be ashamed of what I am and still do not want to have anything to do with me. I can see it now, the News Paper will say that I am survived by no one because no one wants to be a part of my life.

I have tried hard to do the right thing and talk to them but they refuse to talk to me, so all I can do now is to forgive them for saying that I was a disgrace to their lives and to the family.

Well the way I see this is that I did what I felt I had to do to live and what they though of me did not matter, yes it does hurt me that they feel that way, but there is nothing I can do about what they think, I can only control myself, not them.

I know that what I did was for my own good and I am sure that God will still love me for me, God does not judge me for wearing a dress, he will judge me for the rest of what I have done and for that I ask him for forgiveness, and that is all I can do there.

I guest the point I am trying to make here is that no matter what you do, someone will want to judge you. I am glad that I lived the way I did, but it had a cost, now I am alone at the end of my life and will die alone. So before you make a choice as I did, you maybe should really think it out a little better then I did. Although I would do it all again if it came down to it.

I am not sorry for the life I lived, but I am glad that I am able to forgive.

Thank you for being here for me and hope that you can live your life free.

My friends on Facebook will not even share anything I post with my picture on it, and they are suppose to be friends.

Hoping I’ve inspired you as I give praise to My Lord.
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Living As A Transwoman.

Good evening my friends. I hope that your life is going well for you and you have everything you need. I am sorry that I have not been on here much anymore, but I have changed my blog over to Southern Acts because I needed a break from the stress of blogging here on Facebook. 

I have had a hard life here in South< Ga. where I have chosen to live, but the only one I can blame is myself, because I really could have move the hell away from here, but I felt that I needed to try and teach these people that being Trans is not wrong and that we are human beings just like they are, even if they don’t want to except that. I will say that I have no regrets for staying here, but it was not an easy life for me. When I was a little younger I could stand up for myself, but now that I have gotten older and in really bad health I can’t do much of anything anymore. I find it hard to even get dressed up and I don’t go anywhere because of being in a wheelchair all the time, it would make it harder for my friend to deal with me out in the public. I know that I had fun while it lasted and would love to still be doing it. Now all I want to do is sleep because my heart is so weak that I can’t get around, even in our home. My friend has to do everything, even help me get dressed when I feel like trying to.

About all I do now is sit in front of this thing and write my poems and stories, that’s about all I have left to give to you. I found that trying to work and live as a trans here didn’t help me out any, en-fact all it did was make things worst for me, that is why I had a heart attack at work in the first place. It was hard trying to work with a bunch of bigots. 

I tried everything I could to get these people here to understand that we are not monsters, just human beings and that we were not out to hurt anyone, It is just the way we are, I don’t know about you, but I was born this way, and had to live with it everyday of my life, it is my life style, ” I AM WOMAN HEAR ME ROAR” 

All I can tell you is to try and live your life for yourself, because no one else cares. Life is way to short and there are no promises on tomorrows. 

I pray each and every night for just one more day, because at any time God can just take me away.

With that I am going to say that I love you all for being here for me and maybe we’ll meet one day in the heavens above.

With all my love, Miss Bobbie Jean.

This is why I don’t post any pictures anymore.


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This was before.



This is now.

Good evening.

Hi, I have changed my blog to https://southernactsenterprises.wordpress.com/ because of the stress that I have had to deal with here. I am now just trying to finish out my life as a human being and not as a monster that they make me out to be. I am writing my poems and stories on that site to be able to try and enjoy the time I have left. So please follow me there if you don’t mind, because I don’t know when I will be posting on here again. I want to thank you all for supporting me here and hope that you do the same there, I love all of you guys from my heart. Be Blessed in what ever you do, Miss Bobbie Jean.


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It’s sad to say that over 57,000 names are on that wall. Yes I am sorry to say that is what Soldiers do, they die for you. Many men and women have given their lives for your rights. I guest I can say that I was one of the lucky ones that made it home, but even at that I still deal with the facts. It was not a pretty thing and blood was everywhere you looked. I lost two of my best friends over there and wish I had died with them instead of coming home to another war. The people here were fighting for us to get out of Vietnam and things were really bad here then. They showed us no respect and said that we were going to hell. They were the cowards that had rich parents that could keep them in school or send them to Canada, now those same people are back here enjoying the freedom that so many gave their lives for. I don’t understand how the American people could have just let them come back like that. Anyway it is not for me to judge them, only God can do that.
Please just you always try to remember all those that gave their life for yours.
Never forget a Vet.
Written by Miss Bobbie Jean Chiasson
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