Lots of people find themselves following me here on Substack. Welcome to a man who speaks truth-to-power … always.
This kind of thing happened over on Medium, and then folks were shocked when they discovered I’m a Black man who happens to be trans. I read just like any other man running around this camp. I’m just a tad different as men go.
Yes, I’m the eldest child/son of the legend Bob Gibson. I’ve had a unique life, and I’m honing my writing skills around here to continue getting a book out someday. It’s difficult to write about myself. Especially when I bump into things I’d rather not feel or experience again.
I began my medical transition at the ripe age of 58 (2015). I’ll be 68 this year. Don’t be afraid or concerned. If you’re too shy to comment on most of my posts here, you can always ask me anything privately. That is, if it’s not some kind of ridiculous thing like, “What’s in your pants,” sort of thing. Use common sense and don’t ask me something that you would find offensive to be asked of you.
There are trans 101 documents & links all over the internet. It’ll guide you about who we are. We can fill in the blanks about why. Corporate media refuses to tell our stories and spreads disinformation & propaganda about us, because they want the country afraid and believing the mounds of bullshit from the maggot world.
They needed a scapegoat and boogeyman, and here we are today being used as a tool of fear for the Nazis inside of the US of S. What’s that you ask? United States of Stupid. 😂
Why 58 years old? I had no awareness we even existed until I saw Chaz Bono on Dancing With the Stars in 2011. When I stopped fighting what I am, I hunted the man down and thanked him for connecting the dots of my life.
If not for this cruel society, I would be soaring with the stars right now. It’s not an easy undertaking, and it’s not a choice we made. It’s something either we embrace or don’t embrace. Same thing as being any of the other letters of the LGB+.
In the 1970’s, I remember hearing about many people (typically men) committing suicide than to embrace who they were or tell anybody. I didn’t have the kind of pressure to conform that other people had. I also didn’t walk around with LGBTQ+ stamped on my forehead. People who needed to know knew, and those who didn’t weren’t told by me. I’m the same way now.
I’ve always been a bold, outspoken MF, so even if people heard about me, they were too reluctant to ask or cast judgments my way. I did not care. I’m going to be who I am regardless of what people think. It’s too suffocating to live in closets all of your life.
I thought I was a lesbian because it was the closest thing I could identify with. I was just about as ignorant about the T as I was before coming out as L. I was never comfortable with that label, but what was I to do without any awareness or language?
I had an idea what was going on when I was 6 years old, but had no point of reference or words to describe it. So, I kept everything to myself. There were a lot of things I thought but didn’t understand. It’s really not an identity, but you know how white folks are. They must label every damn thing 😆.
I’ve got older posts around here explaining a lot about who I am, and a link to an article written about me on Outsports.com. Ken really captured my spirit and was dead-on accurate.
I have almost 42 years of sobriety, I’m a former public speaker, a YouTube content creator, a former software consultant, a surrogate father to young people, a mentor, and many other things.
I accidentally named myself after the character in the movie Life. I didn’t realize it until someone asked me if I was the dude of that movie. That was funny to me. I just picked a name that suited me and began with the letter “R”. Ray means King, which is where that other name came from.
I’m a tough little mutha fucka and a veteran of the armed forces, but you can see the love in my heart if you pay close enough attention.
If you like what you see from me, don’t hesitate to subscribe. Again, welcome and enjoy!
I’m also a covert dog 🐕🦺😆
Straight white woman here, turning 70 in three months. My trans stepson just turned 22 this weekend (and got his corrected birth certificate in the mail on his birthday!). I’ve helped raise him since he was three. When he came out, a lot of stuff from his childhood started to make sense. It’s been quite an adventure helping him become his real self.
You’re a blend of him (trans male) and me (boomer). I look forward to reading your Substack articles and watching your YouTube videos (yes, I’ve subscribed).
Nice post. It is funny yet compassionate