Peeja Blackbird@blackbirdpeeja
So here we go, years ago I made an agreement to never discuss my family member who went into the for a 30 day stay and came out on estrogen and claiming he was a woman.
At that time I didn’t even know the damage wrong sexed hormones do the human body.
In the same conversation that informed me of this, I was also called a Terf for the first time, by someone very important to me.
“Don’t start with your Terf bullshit”, was how that went.
So I went to ground with sharing nothing more about myself than my animals, art and fighting for what now is my most precious commodity, that golden spark that is female.
To protect myself from being doxxed by own family member, who by the way has a very large following on social media of the Trans Mafia, my identity became my artistic name.
Peeja Blackbird isn’t my Twitter handle, it is the name I gave myself for my bravest act, believing in myself enough to continue evolving my art.
My family haven’t seen the majority of art, I don’t text them when I sell a piece and there is no excited expectation of sharing it with them, that has gone dormant.
As far as they know I am not on social media, easily believed since honestly, I have never cared for it.
I have had to close myself even more from them just to be able to stay in their orbit.
They do not know how different I am these days, that I will not play games in the “nuances”.
I am once again doomed to a half life because the “feels” of men take precedent over my boundaries, even in my own family.
I don’t believe in oneway kindness and thats all I see anymore.
Even know this new dust up is all about kindness, sympathy and how it affects them.
I do not use incorrect pronouns for my relative, just whatever name he has decided on this week.
I actually just avoid most family groups text chains or calls because every-time I hear “she” for a 6’5 man in a relationship with a female who refers to herself as a man, it’s like a death from a 1000 cuts.
I can’t and wouldn’t tell anyone what to do but I do know if it wasn’t for “kindness” I wouldn’t still be forced to live in the shadows.
I am a woman, a female, a mother, a daughter, an aunt, and a sister, I am never sharing those titles with a male.