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Southern Lady's Everyday is a test for us! We have to try harder to make it workout, if we did something and it did not come out the way it should have, then, we must try it again. Have you ever tried something new or have you ever tried to change the things that you do? We have to deal with this everyday. All we have to do is leave the safety of our home. Last week we had to deal with Harvey's and the rocks that were thrown at my door, well, all we got from that was "we will take care of it" yet till now we have not heard anything about what they took care of, so as for as we are concerned nothing happen to those that chose to discriminate and be rude to us. It is like everything that happens is just swept under the rug, so we did not win anything, just another waste of time as for as we can see. For some reason everyday we have people coming to our Shemale pages talking "I am a shemale, I want to be shemale," yet they show a fake photo of some girl that is not their photo, why do you feel that you need to lie, what is that? You think that if you post a photo of a girl that makes you a shemale, wrong, very wrong, it makes you a liar in my eyes, because you do not have what it takes to be a real shemale. Do you think that we just woke up and got on Facebook and said we are shemales no, we did not, we were shemales long before we knew what Facebook was. My friend was born here in Ga, but as for myself I was brought here to try and change me back into a man by my ex- wife, she thought that if she moved me here to Ga. I would not want to dress anymore, well it was not because of where I lived that I wanted to dress, it was because as far as I am concerned it was for the best. My heath had placed me in a world where all I wanted was to be a girl, I could not change the way I was feeling and moving me here was just a delay of what was to come. Soon we were not together anymore, now all I had to do was open that door. As I walked out into the public I could see the hate and the cruelness of the way these people think. I worked here and tried hard to make a living, fighting everyday for my rights as a human being just to live here. I have been refused housing and banned from places to shop and eat, yet I could have just moved away at anytime, but that would have been the easy part. As Madame Jacqueline would say " I never do anything easy," so I stayed here and everyday I try to teach others that we are not some kind of monsters, we are just people living and dressing the way we feel is good for us. Today sometimes we fight because I have tried to protect her in the name of love, but it is because I don't want anyone to hurt her in any way. I would kill for her if it was to come to that, yet it may have gotten us to where we are at. Your freedom does not come free, there is always a price to be paid by someone. I though I paid that price when I went to war, but I guess that was not enough for you, was it? Today I am still fighting that war for my freedom and I will continue to do so, as long as there is a breath in my heart. As Southern Acts moves forward toward the future we stand against any and all discrimination from anyone that chooses to step in our way. If for any reason you don't like what I write or what I say, it would be best if you just walk away. I am not the type of person that will let it go, this is something that you should know. Step into my world and I will surely give you a word. We are THE "VOICE'S OF THE MISFORTUNES" AND TRUST ME WE HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY. YOU DO NOT HAVE OUR PERMISSION TO SHARE THIS OR ANYTHING WE POST COPYRIGHTS © 2013 SOUTHERN ACTS WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS WORLD TODAY? NO ONE HAS THE RIGHT TO SHARE THIS POST. I am trying to understand why so many people are judging others by the way the look, talk, dress, act, or maybe just being themselves. Maybe there is no hope for people like myself that just want to live the way we choose to live. When I walk in a store, it is because I need something from that store or I would not be there. I do not walk in a store to be judged or laughed at by anyone, because there is none of you out there is has that power, you are not God, you cannot walk on water, you cannot do anything for me or anyone else. The only right you have is to be what you want to be, and I don’t give a shit what that is, don’t you understand that. You may choose to judge me and others that are different than yourself, but in the end you will be the one that will be judged by your own God, just think of all the crap that you have given to others in your useless life, but wait I am not judging you here, just stating the facts, useless, is just that useless, and if the shoe fix wear it. I have written my stores of war and how it has caused me to not want to be that man that you tried to make me, even though I was different before I left to fight when I came home I was judged for doing what you told me was right, why is that? I now sit in my home and I am not left alone, I am judged and attacked by you, society, yes that is what you are called, it is the worst of them all. Because you think that you have the right to judge anyone that is different, you have now become part of a world that needs to be shown the way. I have tried hard as I may and yet at no justice for myself, I am still sitting here being judged by you. Why is that? I see everyday where someone is being judged by someone, and there is really not cause for this, we are all part of Mankind, We were not born as individuals, but part of a human race, and this is all of our home, not just yours or anyone else’s. It is for us to make it a better place; we are the only ones that can change this. If we choose to just sit there and allow one to judge another than we have already lost, there is no point in trying to live together. I am glad that I don’t think like that and I would never do so. I believe that as long there is breath in my heart I will stand against hatred and discrimination and ignorance. I believe that for whatever reasons I still live today, it is because I still have plenty to say. I find myself getting weak and allowing myself to treat someone with hate, it is not because of what color or what race or gender, it is because they have chosen to step into my little world and open their big mouth. That is when I will attack and show them what they are really like, it is easy to be an asshole and it is easier to be a fool. There are some that are very passive and do not chose to speak out for themselves, than there are those like myself, that will get in your face. I am called a Shout Out Load Gay person, yet I have never called myself gay. I am a shout out person that is because I want you to hear what I have to say. I will never stand there and allow one to judge another, and if you choose to do so in my presence then you’ll be dealing with me from that time on, and believe me when I say, you really don’t want me in your face, because I’m sure going to put you in your place. You will find that I am not that passive person that you may think I would be, just because I am wearing a dress, I am not, trust me. I am a soldier, a warrior and I have a battle to fight, I was taught by life to stand and fight for what I think is right, because I do know the difference between right and wrong, not like some of you. The only right thing to you is what you believe in; this is not how that works. A law officers duty is to protect, it does not matter that he does not like the person that he needs to protect, it only matters that it is his job, that is what he gets paid to do, and the best, part, is that the one that he has chosen to judge, is helping pay his wages. That works for store clerks and any other jerk that thinks they have rights, they only have a job, and it is only because of people as myself, that give them that right. They did not earn it. So again I fight and I stand against your wall of hatred, You have chosen to be the way you are, because you have never known better, it is my duty and my destiny to stand in front of you, to get in your face, to put your ass, in your place. I hope that you read what I write, and find that what I say is true. There is one thing I do know, I will never lie to you. I have no reason to. The whole thing in a nut shell is that those of you that have chosen to judge someone will surely be going to hell. WRITTEN BY BOBBIE JEAN CHIASSON EDITED BY STEVEN LAWHORN COPYRIGHTS © 2013 SOUTHERN ACTS YOU DO NOT HAVE OUR PERMISSION TO SHARE THIS I touched a old stump Ok, Today I made a chose to post what I felt like posting about a man that I have grown to respect as a Human being that was Given a Job that was at the time imposable to fix, it took years to get us in the mess that we are in, you cannot expect him to fix it in four years. Why do you think that he is the only one that runs this country anyway? That is what the Congress is supposed to be helping him with. I grow up in a world where the hate against Colored People were a common thing, the hatred that one race had against another race was unreal. These People Came from a proud people they were enslaved and tortured to no in, then sole to the Southern farmers to make them rich. These were the people of a Nation of their own it was called Africa. Just think if you were the Chief of your tribe and then one day you are nothing but a slave to the White Man rules and laws. Just think of how it would have been to live in the dirt with chains around your legs so that you could not run. Just think what it would feel like to see your mate that was your Queen in your country to be raped and beaten by the White slave owner. ….......Can feel their pain, I can.......... I touched a old stump, that was the hanging tree for the Black slaves that the White owners could not control, because of the great spirit that they possessed in them as Warrior's, they were hung in that tree. I could feel the pain of this one Black soul that touched me with his heart, How could one race, that called itself “”””Mankind””” do that to another race, no sure how to feel about you now. I was in tears listing to the soul of this man, screaming as he was beaten down to near death, then beaten some more just because a white man though that he had the power over this human being, Little did the White man know that you cannot take the soul of a person away from them. It is my soul that speaks here. It is my soul that feels the pain of so many that have been wrongly treated because they were born of a different Color then you. I want to say that there is no true WHITE race of people any more, we are all of a Mixed Color and one day,,,( If you don't destroy us first).. WE WILL ALL BE THE SAME COLOR P.S. This just me talking out load here, But Who care what I say, I am just a Man in a Dress. What I think and say is not important to you, because you are that WHITE MAN. A true African Warrior
WE ARE “THE MISFORTUNES”
Sometimes I sit here and ask myself, Why, what is it that drives me to write, There is but only one thing that it can be. I have been trained all my life to do what was right, every step I took, gets me closer to that book the one that will stand out from all the rest, It will be Called " THE BEST OF THE BEST JUST THE SOUTH As A writer I have come to know you. I have tried to find what it is you like to read. I can since that sometimes when I write I may have this need to make you feel what I write. Every time I write I learn, I learn about myself, first and then I learn about my partner, because I write a lot about her. We have stepped into a real big pile of shit here. Because I have chosen to speak the truth, some of you have chosen to judge us, because of the way we look. Think about this, did your Country’s founders not wear wigs; did they not dress in fancy clothes? When Your Jesus walked on earth, did he not wear a skirt? They were 12 men and no pants to be found; today you would say they are wearing a gown. From where I sit, you seem to forget, the truth of it all, will drive you right up a wall. Let it be known that as time passes on. You will learn the truth, about you. You call yourself an American, but yet what have you done to make this so? Reasonable question, can you tell the truth. You have done nothing, yes nothing, but sit there and see just how much you can get when you put your hand out. Yes you know who and what I am talking about. You sit on your ass, as the country takes care of the children you leave around. You see, I have been reading your history, now this is what I see. You know not where you came, I am sure you do not know your family name, You just think that you were given a place, The same people you came from were carrying guns, they drove off the Indians in their day, you kill and slaughter along the way. There were many tears that were cried because your kin took their lives, but wait that was not enough your kin did a lot more stuff. They enslaved those they could, treating them less than a piece of wood. So here we are today, 200 years later, you have not changed your way. You still take what you can get, but those that fought for that right you forget. Why is this to be, It is because you have become just what your ancestors wanted you to be, People that have chosen to do what it takes to steal, to hurt, to show just how cruel you can be, it is in your nature, you cannot help what they were, Wait maybe it is up to you to change what has been going wrong now for years. When your first people came here they raped and killed and stole all they could, this is the best part, they believed that God told them they could. How can this be, Where is your God, I‘m sorry I do not see. Too many times men had to fight in wars, would you believe that it took all them to set you free, from the time man stood up He has been fighting for what he chose to protect. I did that when my time came, there were many others that did the same, we chose to stand up and say, for freedom we are willing to die this day. How many of you would dare to say such a thing, you haven’t the balls to step in that ring. When I went in, I knew no names, but their faces I remember the same. I look around now, and this is what I see. I see children of the men that I served with back then. Why is it that you think you have the right to judge me, when you really don’t even know me? When I wake up in the morning anew, am I thinking just like you? What is it that I might be able to do? Just to help someone pull through. What are you here for, what have you given in the name of love? Why is it that this is what I see, Maybe it is because of the way you have treated me. I stand up tall, I stand above you all, for this is what I see, I am being the best damn me I can be. WE ARE “THE MISFORTUNES” TODAY I SPEAK FOR ALL THOSE THAT FOR SOME REASON CANNOT SPEAK FOR THEMSELVES. I AM NOT SURE WHAT DRIVES THIS SWORD, WHAT I DO KNOW IS THAT IT IS FREEDOM I AM FIGHTING FOR. NO ONE HAS THE RIGHT TO JUDGE ANOTHER, NO ONE HAS THE RIGHT TO HURT ANOTHER, WHEN WILL YOU PEOPLE LEARN, YOU NEED TO RESPECT THOSE THAT HAVE GIVEN YOU, WHAT YOU ACTUALITY THINK, YOU HAVE EARNED. WAKE UP AND SMELL THE ROSES, YOU HAVE EARNED NOTHING, TILL YOU HAVE WALKED IN THEIR SHOES, RESPECT A VET, IT DOES NOT MATTER IF HE WEARS A DRESS. WHEN YOU NEEDED HIM, HE WAS THE BEST THAT YOU COULD GET. We are a product of Southern Acts and what we do is just for you, what we write is real, because of you this is how we have to deal, with everyday life THANK YOU WRITTEN BY BOBBIE JEAN CHIASSON EDITED BY STEVEN LAWHORN COPYRIGHTS © 2013 SOUTHERN ACTS YOU DO NOT HAVE OUR PERMISSION TO SHARE THIS
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WELCOME TO MY SUMMER PLACE, AS I SIT OUT THE GULF SHORES, WATCHING THE SEAGULLS PLAYING IN THE EVENING LIGHT, SHARE WITH ME THIS TIME TONIGHT. NEW BOOK ON THE SHELF MY SUMMER PLACE YOU WILL HAVE TO CLICK THE PIC. TO MOVE ON. UP EARLY Good morning. Sitting here with my first cup of hot coffee, mm sure smells good... I so love that first cup, kind of makes getting up worth it, sometimes, doesn’t it? Hope you had a good night’s rest. I have not gotten my head right and still not knowing what my pen will write. I sure enjoyed spending the evening with you, sure hope you did have the same feelings too. I am trouble about my life as I sit here at my window. The sun has come up, shinning hot and bright
WALK WITH ME INTO MY SECRET GARDEN
I just ordered Ten copy's of my Newest Book It is one of my best. I have lived this life and there are things that I might have changed along the way, but if I would have I would not be here today. THIS IS MY STORY ABOUT LIVING AS A TRANSGENDER MALE-FEMALE IN SOUTH GA. MISTRESS JENNA & MADAME JACQUELINE CHAPTER FOUR Web Modeling the whole concept of being a Web Model is to show and play, and being in a Duo, the play is much more fun than being alone. I have a little story about two web models I would like to tell you about, and share this with you. It is about love. CHAPTER FIVE A DAY IN A LIFE JUST A TASTE. There was this old truck that stopped out in front of her and two guys got out of it, walking back toward her car, and just cussing and raising hell about something. All she knew was that they were drunk and this surely was not good. They walked up to the car door and starting trying to get inside, when they saw her laying down in the back seat trying to hide, they yelled at her to open the door and said that they would not hurt her, Yeah right two drunken rednecks. That just wasn't going to be good. One of the guys picked up something and broke the window, now it was on. There was no turning back, no help in sight and all hell was fixing to happen. I am going to be a little slow about getting into this story about my friend. As I said it is hard on me to tell this, because we are so close to each other. There are times when we are like two peas in a pod. Well I guess it is time to get into my story, like I said before this is very hard for me to do. It was at the time when the two guys had just found her in the back seat, trying to hide from them. They broke out the window and got to the door knob to open it. She tried hard to hold it and not let them get in, just did not have the strength it would take. She was really scared and there was nothing she could do to stop what was going to happen. If you like what I write, tell me. |
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