WHAT IS THE TRANSGENDERED UMBRELLA! BY: JAMIE LEE


TRANSGENDERED UMBRELLA

The following are the individuals under the Transgendered Umbrella, separately unique and seperately labeled!

TRANSSEXUAL: This is an individual, who feels that they were born, in the wrong body at birth! MTF- Male to Female – FTM- Female to Male

PRE-OP: This is a Transsexual before the SRS-Sexual Reconstructive Surgery.
POST-OP: This is a transsexual after the SRS-Sexual Reconstructive Surgery.

Scientific facts, currently view trans-sexuality, as caused by genetics. We used to be referred to, as Transsexual Women. And real women were referred to as Genetic Females. Now, because of science, Transsexual women can be referred to as Genetic females, and Genetic Women (As previously defined) are now referred to as Natal Women.

CROSS DRESSER: This is an individual who wears the cloths of the opposite gender and may not do it again for many months.

DRAG QUEEN: This is usually an individual in the Gay Community, who puts on women’s cloths, dresses flamboyant, and puts on shows.

I welcome, comments and opinions. Any suggestions will be greatly appreciated.

JamieLee – Transgender Advocate

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JAMIE LEE – A Moth Into A Butterfly- About Me


BECAUSE SHE IS ME!
AND I AM HER!
SHE IS SOMETHING I HAVE FELT
WITHIN MY HEART AND SOUL
FOREVER! – JAMIE LEE

I am about to face another year of hopes, dreams and aspirations.  I will face another year of the trials and tribulations endeavoring, to survive the brutal reality of my own existence and fate, once again.  Trying to be free of the constant torment in which I live.  The constant fears of life and death!  The thoughts that I am some kind of unusual or irregular thing or occurrence, which is considered, to be some type of curiosity and monstrosity!  There are some religious theories that death is genderless!  If this theory is remotely true, then it strikes the most intense feelings in me of being forlorn and lost in eternity forever.  Struggling since birth, for freedom, independence, acceptance & understanding,

And especially the compassion towards, freeing the incarcerated woman within me!  I have had many dreams that upon my death, I will be walking through a field of flowers, in a white gown, proudly standing and knowing that I am finally set free, and am the essence of me in my femininity and will be waiting for the people that I love!, knowing that my incarceration is over And the fear!  The fear that all this is just a false dream, and there is truly nothing, realizing that life is just an illusion.

Another year of peering at my own worst enemy, the mirror! The object that reminds me how handicapped and ugly I am! But it tantalizes me with the rare occasions of being able to see the divineness and beauty growing within me, only for a second. At those rare and special occasions, I do look and feel beautiful!

Welcome to my world, I am like a Butterfly, though I haven’t been so.  There was a time when I had no wings to fly and gravity held me down with fierceness.  Life was a constant struggle just to survive!  I thought I had found my path, and then a storm would come and set me in someplace completely different, always feeling I was thrown around like a twig.  Finally I grew weak and felt the need to wrap myself in a protective cocoon and escape the onslaught of struggle after struggle. Many times I thought I had given up.

I don’t know how long I slept in the darkness of that cocoon, my incarceration, but it seemed a lifetime.  One day I woke and knew that I must break out,  the walls no longer served to protect me; they simply kept me from stretching out into the fullness of my being.  The walls I had surrounded myself with had become more uncomfortable than all the storms,  I had endured on the outside of my walls.  And I found myself struggling harder than ever before, only now to escape those walls;  I had hid behind with sweet relief.  I was stuck in a prison of my own making!  I squirmed and struggled, pushed and prodded until one day, one glorious day,  I could see daylight through a tiny crack in my wall.  This renewed my desire to escape, and I worked until I was able to finally pull myself up and out of my cocoon.  I was free!  The more I stretched in the sunlight, the more I noticed that something was different.  I had changed.  The more I stretched in the sunlight, the more I noticed that I was free!  I basked in the glory of it all.

This is the year, to document and re-think things.  My joy will not be tied up in circumstances, however,  I am going to try to focus on the things, that feel right in my heart and not, the things that I strove for and failed.  It will be a tremendous test of my will & strength.  The tougher times are inspiring me to try and make this the best year of my life!

It inspires me to look at and document for the first time, my success, and what I have received and accomplished. And to also to pay honor to all those people which have preserved and stuck by me, constantly encouraging me.  And finally the time to recognize the ones that I have hurt!

Too many times my hopes and dreams were turned into a chaotic mess by me!  How could I expect others to believe in me when I don’t believe in myself?  It is a time to understand the awareness that I have been divinely given, that others, will never experience.  To have an understanding of gender and the human condition!  Along with the roles and hidden unquestioned, within it!

I must recognize the blessings that I received.  I must kneel and be thankful for receiving the very essence of femininity!  The ability to finally cry and show emotions, along with the ability to understand & feel the wondrous cycles of my body and soul, along with its changes.  Especially, the ability to look at the world in a different manner!  The ability to see that I might be a true gift and not damnation!

It is especially the year to be humble and show, my extreme gratitude to my true friends, relatives, family, my wife, my Doctor, Melanie Santiago and her staff, my Therapist, Carol Hershey, and people, who have exhausted their energy and hearts, accepting me!, and helping me.  Because! If it were not for them,  I would have ceased to exist.

To honor their courage, for having an open mind!  Along, with their perseverance to learn, understand & tolerate the true nature of human diversity in its most extreme sense.  I want to thank them for having the wisdom, love, compassion & fortitude, in helping me, bloom, succeed, survive & exist, never turning their backs on me once!  They truly are my hero’s!!

January 1, 2011

Jamie Lee

GLBT – NEWS – Cranky Old Man – Jamie Lee


I am honored to post this on my Blog – Jamie Lee

was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.

One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet.

Cranky Old Man

What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you’re looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . … . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .’I do wish you’d try!’
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . … lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you’re not looking at me.
I’ll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he’ll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don’t mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. …Babies play ’round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future … . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I’ve known.
I’m now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It’s jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I’m loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. …. . ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too!

GLBT NEWS – Jamie Lee


TOYOTA – Commercial –  Great !!!!!!!!!!!

Stav Strashko, a 19-year-old male model born in the Ukraine and raised in Israel for the role. Strashko has a distinctly androgynous appearance and has modeled women’s clothing in the past. He says he gets mistaken for a female fairly often, but believes “the mind sees what it wants.” This may very well be the point of the Auris ad.
We are growing………………………………………Jamie Lee

WORDS OF WISDOM


ESPECIALLY FOR THE TRANSGENDERED COMMUNITY

The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. It’s a very mean and nasty place and I don’t care how tough you are it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain’t about how hard ya hit. It’s about how hard you can get it and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done! Now if you know what you’re worth then go out and get what you’re worth. But ya gotta be willing to take the hits, and not pointing fingers saying you ain’t where you wanna be because of him, or her, or anybody! Cowards do that and that ain’t you! You’re better than that!

Rocky Balboa

 

WHO IS JAMIE LEE?


EDUCATION-SKILLS-TRAINING-EXPIRENCE

CERTIFICATIONS

Law Enforcement-Agent & Supervisor

Private Detective

U.S. ARMY  Sgt. E-5

  • Surveillance
  • Search and Seizure
  • Drug and Alcohol Testing and Counseling
  • Cultural Awareness Trained
  • Domestic Violence, Recognition, Training, and Counseling & Supervision
  • Sex Offender Recognition, Supervision, Surveillance, Training, Counseling & Supervision
  • Megan’s Law Training
  • Investigation Techniques
  • Court Testifying
  • Terrorism Awareness (Trainer)
  • Drug Recognition
  • Interview Techniques
  • Confiscation, Storage, and Reports
  • Digital Photography
  • Fingerprints
  • Employment Counseling
  • Background Investigations
  • Fugitive Apprehension
    • Outlaw Motorcycle Club Training, Supervision, and Experience
    • Chain of Custody Training
    • Prison Transportation
    • Mental Health Supervision, Counseling, and Arrest
    • Pressure Point Control, Use of Force, Mace, Kubaton, Speed Cuffing, Advanced Arrest Procedures,
    • Close contact- self protection

WORDS OF WISDOM


DIVINE INTERVENTION

Remember the past, plan for the future, but live for today, because yesterday is gone and tomorrow may never come.

Each day is a new canvas to paint upon. Make sure your picture is full of life and happiness, and at the end of the day you don’t look at it and wish you had painted something different

Dreams are renewable. No matter what our age or condition, there are still untapped possibilities within us and new beauty waiting to be born.

Dale E. Turner

Jamie Lee