In The Wrong Body

Dear Fellow Nigerians and International Visitors:

"As a beautiful black Nigerian woman, I realize that intimacy is very special, regardless if a lover is a woman or a man." - Hon. L. Jacqueline Gillard (Activist and Afro African American Thinker)

Sweet Kisses. Chocolate Candy. Warm Baths.

Loving showers a genteel spirit in everyone or at least a few of us the living. An  urge to belong, a sense of joy, and a heartfelt pride spring purpose for so many girls and boys. Both males and females alike often soar like flying yellow and green kites.

Cheerleaders. Fire Fighters. Legal Sleuths.

Making family as patience, compassion, and Divine love is really quite cool.

But being transgendered in America shares intimate journeys from Europe to Harvard. Culturally diverse or a Divine curse, a transgender reality is a sorted malady.

Intimacy is now a venture or traded stock.  As Blacks and whites and those somewhere in between often toy with childhood anxieties and simple sexual attractions, a body image creates a thwarted psychological damage.

Certainly as not to appear judgmental, a wrong body is beyond any kind of clinical.

In 21st century civil society, gender rights take center stage as a Human Rights   adventure beyond disability and age. This new trending culture slips and slides between a niche and a glitch.

Love remains the same: loving yourself first and foremost is the only real game.

At issue before us today is: if, we, the American people, profess a great freedom and equality for each and every human, when will loving, who we are from earth, truly reflect our most beautiful and unique qualities from our natural birth? 

Whether a person is gay, lesbian, transgender, bi-sexual, asexual, straight, a dyke, or a queer, our Divine Creator God always lends us open ears. Yet, hearing voices are not often heard, especially when God's words seem a bit absurd. It is alright to love. It, too, is perfectly fine to drink wine and dine, as all things in human life are proportioned in a place, a call, a reason, and a time.

However, love is a Divine choice: a choice between individual right or slavery, a choice between a man or a woman, and a choice between life or death.  All of our human choices covet our communal cabinets each and every day. 

Regardless if any person is strictly straight or sordidly gay, love is two-fold: a personal freedom and a public obligation for all tribes, people, and Nations.

Today, in the wrong body means peace and love are beyond the toilet or a potty.

Violence ends when peace begins.

Warmest Regards.