Corey Maison

Don't worry, I have no intention of turning my blog into a social commentary or anything of the sort. Let's face it, I'm not qualified nor am I terribly interested in joining the cacophony of people all trying to out shout each other these days. Still, I'm going to share this video along with a simple observation. I don't care where you stand on the concept of the transgender; anyone that can look at the sheer joy and happiness in young Corey Maison's eyes and feel that she does not have the right to exist, sucks.

I can remember going to bed at night when I was 6 and 7 and wishing and praying that I would wake up as a girl, but of course this was the real world and that doesn't happen. I grew up pretty much hating myself and feeling utterly "wrong" in ways that I can't even really describe. Never felt like one of the guys, and clearly wasn't one of the girls either, so I just settled for being seriously depressed for the vast majority of my life. So much has been learned since the 1960's and 1970's when I grew up, and we now know so much more about the topic. For young Corey and countless other children like her these days, they don't have to go through this painful incongruity. They can live normal and happy lives, where they feel like a complete and whole human being. That is, they don't have to suffer unless other people choose to make them suffer. So how about the human race just decides to act like grownups?

Now - about this video. Lots of people comment on how pretty she is. Yes, she is pretty, but the world is full of pretty girls, so that is not reason enough to love this video. What I adore about this video is the sheer joy in her eyes - the over whelming happiness. Instead of growing up all wound around the axle about who she is, and tied up in knots inside of herself, she is joyful and free. Fly Corey - fly for all of us that can not.

Oh, and just for the record, at 14 years old, no youngun, you can not wear high heels to the grocery store. . .