The Josie Pages

Field Notes In/On Transition. The slow daze of February   continues to chill my brain and body. I feel like my life is moving in slow motion as the days whiz by me. I did go to ICBC and apply for my new BCID. Apparently you have to wait up to 45 days now. I got my last one in like a week. But I guess they are trying to work out the kinks of combining the BC pic IDs (DL & BCID for us non drivers) with our “Care Cards” or medical IDs. I think it’s a good idea, but have absolutely no trust that the so called “Liberal”  (As I’ve said dozens of times on here already: the worst use of a word in the English language is the BC “Liberals” calling themselves Liberal. they haven’t in fact looked up that word. The only thing these jerks are “liberal” with is giving tax breaks to Natural resource corps, and other fatcat buddies of theirs. They loathe the gen pop of BC. They loathe you, and don’t want you to vote. Like all conservative parties, the less of us disenfranchised folk

Field Notes In/On Transition I’m having a really hard time coming up with blog posts in the last few months. It seems the every day of being Trans has become just that, an everyday thing, barely worth mentioning, except that of course that’s not really the case.  I haven’t done one of my big “Josie Fashion” shoots in a long time. Though, I plan to do a big one for my 50th post, whenever I get to that milestone, which should be soon, as this is number 48! In fact, I keep deleting whole passages and starting over. But last night when I was chatting with my great friend Leanne I had a bit of an epiphany, or at least was able to put my gut feeling that I’ve been trying to write about for a week, into words, finally. I’ve come to understand in the last few weeks of having a much better time dealing with work, and keeping a professional attitude and so on. I realized that I have always while standing on the fringe of whatever work or friend or whatever group, I have always taken