TBB was just The Bubbling Babe this morning. She was at dinner with two other transwomen last night, and the energy was flowing, which TBB could tell because the waitress was laughing at everything she said.
This morning the fun continued at the McDonald’s drive-thru (no, TBB isn’t actually pregnant, though she does seem quite fecund) and she wanted to talk about how good it feels to have the lines bubbling up through her, that effervescent joy around her in the world. The play brings enlightenment, the kind that cuts through everyday crap, revealing the bright light of spirit.
It’s a bunch of bits that come together for this. She has a daughter in her home, she is flying on metal wings (and very good at it, too), she has an audience of people who get the joke and are working to help her, and she has gotten her views into the world, or at least IFGE Tapestry.
She has something to say to the world, TBB does, and when she feels it flowing through her, it feels good. Key West reminded her that an earnest “I’m a real woman now” leads to being fearful, but a big “I’m here and I’m queer” opens up the fun and the joy of life.
One thing we share is the calling, the knowledge that we are here to serve, not in small ways, but in bringing the brilliance our mother in the sky gave us into the world, in helping others find and trust their own brilliance. We feel the voice coming from deep inside, and it’s only when we feel the need to stifle it for the comfort of others that it causes us pain.
“When I’m down in the mud, you are always there to remind me that my spirit is strong and will lift me again,” TBB said, “so I wanted to share with you how great it feels to be lifted a bit, shining a bit, bubbling a bit.”
It’s a lovely reminder, sharing not just our sorrows but also our joys.
Almost makes me believe that there is still joy out there for me, too.