Through friends at church I met Kaycee. She was fourteen years younger than me and traveled all over the world in her work. I, on the other hand, had come through some very tough times—alcoholism and mental illness—and worked from job to job without much direction. So I knew there was no possibility of a love interest developing between us. When she asked me to take the Myers-Briggs personality profile test for the fun of it, I kidded her, telling her: “I have no personality.” She reviewed her list of 35 personality traits she wanted in a soul-mate and was surprised that I had 34 that matched. Embarrassed, I said, “I have a list, too.” When she replied, “I know what’s on your list. You just want to make sure she’s breathing!” we laughed with gusto. Was love at work here? I wondered. “We’re friends—that’s all,” she said.
I invited her to a movie. Sitting next to her I had this incredible urge to hold her hand. Like a little kid, slowly I inched my hand toward hers. I waited until I got the nerve, then gently placed my hand on hers. Oh, oh, oh, the electricity, the chemistry! My past or her youth, it did not matter; this was the feeling of love and remarkably, she allowed my hand to stay on hers.
I was falling in love, but what about her? One day I asked if we could wash her red conversable and then go to a park just to sit and talk. We got to the park and walked across the grass to a bench, where I felt my heart race as I gasped and told her I loved her. She had this funny look on her face; when I started to walk away, over my shoulder I heard her say: “I love you, too.” I jumped into the air with joy.
Love overcomes all. When I thought life had gotten the best of me and figured that no one could ever love me, along came one who only saw my heart, not my scarred life and uneven past. They say love is blind, but my experience is that unconditional love inspires us to be our best. And through ten years of marriage to Kaycee, that awesome power called love has transformed and healed us both. That’s the story of love.
Transsexuals have hoodwinked today's society into believing they were born in the wrong body. Transsexualism is perhaps the most well organized and successful medical and psychological fraud ever. It is impossible to change gender except in Fantasyland. This is a joke on both the patient and society, and it is not funny.
Cut away all the body parts you want, install all the implants you can find and then take all the female hormones you can handle. If you started as a man, you end up as a man, but one now with no genitals, full of implants, and loaded with female hormones. It is a pitiful look at how far we will go to commit fraud.
I do not blame the patient who is hurting with a mental disorder. Like the anorexic who says they are fat when they weigh 80 lbs., the transsexual claims to be trapped in the wrong body. They both need extensive talk therapy, not surgery.
The lawmakers have been putty in the hands of the homosexual/transgender activists, changing birth records to support the fraud. How dumb can it get? Men walking around playing dress up and getting job. "Give me a break!" Too many phony people with phony birth records for me, let's get back to "real genders."
