Women Born Transsexual

A couple of years ago when we were in the process of losing our home and starting a small business I sold off my guitars to help us get through our tough patch.

Lately I’ve found myself really missing having an instrument and started shopping and saving to get another one.

I was checking out a Yamaha FG830 and one of the Martin DXs at a local Guitar Center.  My finger tips are soft and my hands feel clumsy, Yet from the few things I picked the guy showing me the instruments said, “you used to play.  It will come back and there are ways to play around the stiff fingers of old hands.

I was a hippie in the 1960s came out in the 1970s as a dyke.  Now I’m an old hippie dyke and have have embraced doing certain creative things simply for the pleasure of doing them.

From The Washington Post: https://www.washingtonpost.com/local/social-issues/more-older-adults-learn-its-never-too-late-to-pick-up-a-musical-instrument/2016/11/10/628857ec-a570-11e6-8fc0-7be8f848c492_story.html

Tara Bahrampour
November 10, 2016

When Margo Thorning was a high school student in the late 1950s, she liked to play bongo drums while listening to jazz records, but it never occurred to her to take a drum lesson. She attended college, raised two sons, and worked as a senior economic policy adviser for a Washington think tank. All the while, the urge to beat out a rhythm persisted. So three years ago, at age 70, she started taking lessons.

“I’m pretty athletic, and I felt like I had a chance to be competent,” said Thorning, a Falls Church resident who plays tennis and rides horses. But drums were a challenge, physically and mentally. “Each hand and each foot is doing something, with a different hand and a different foot at one time.”

Mastering a new musical instrument has a reputation as a young person’s game. Like learning a foreign language, it is commonly seen as something that must be embedded during the formative years, otherwise the learner will be hopelessly behind, if not simply hopeless.

But increasingly, adults are embracing musicianship late in life. Some finally have time after their wage-earning and child-raising years have ended. Some are spurred on by studies showing the health benefits of playing music. Many describe it as scratching an itch they’ve had all their lives. And while some are happy to get to the point of playing “Happy Birthday” for their grandchildren, others achieve a level of competence that allows them to join ensembles and even earn money playing.

“It’s a growing trend,” said Alicia Andrews, assistant director and adult division manager at the Lucy Moses School at Kaufman Music Center in New York City. “In the last few years, more adults are really making music and arts a priority in their lives. ‘Bucket list’ is such a trendy term, but that’s what they say — ‘Playing an instrument has been on my bucket list.’ ”

Gary Marcus, a professor of psychology and neural science at New York University who wrote a book about learning guitar at age 40, said the idea that older people can’t learn new instruments is false. “There are very few really firm critical periods,” he said. “In general, most things adults can learn, but it takes more time, and they have to do it more incrementally. Maybe they won’t play like Jimi Hendrix, but they will be able to play well enough to satisfy themselves.”

Research shows that music stimulates the brain and enhances memory in older people. In one study, adults aged 60 to 85 without previous musical experience showed improved verbal fluency and processing speed after a few months of weekly piano lessons.

Continue reading at:  https://www.washingtonpost.com/local/social-issues/more-older-adults-learn-its-never-too-late-to-pick-up-a-musical-instrument/2016/11/10/628857ec-a570-11e6-8fc0-7be8f848c492_story.html

Being old has a way of changing perspective.  I view things differently than I did 20 years ago when I first came on line…

Sober for the last 16 years.

I gave up fighting with people over words used to describe a shared aspect of our lives.  You have your words, I have mine.

I’ve traded engagement for detachment, politics for the quiet joys of simply living out my final years with someone I deeply love.

Yes I am disappointed by the results of the election.  But that has been the case many times before.  I first voted in 1968 and over the years have been more disappointed than not.

I do not march or go to street protests anymore. I’m too slow to run, too poor to deal with either an injury or an arrest.

Posts on Facebook reminded me that it is that time of year, when people gather to remember transfolks,  actually transwomen who have been murdered over the course of the last year.

Somehow we are supposed to feel connected, part of a “community” but I don’t feel a tribal connection, a bond.

Instead as I think back over the last year I think of artists I liked who passed away.  Leonard Cohen, Mose Allison, Leon Russell, Guy Clark, Merle Haggard.

I think of friends and family members some of whom passed away this last year.  Some battling cancer and surprising even their doctors.

I think of the friends both human and four legged who have passed away and how I miss them.

It is autumn, even here in Texas, the days are short.

Instead of mourning those I do not know I look forward to Thanksgiving when we will entertain an old friend.

Breaking bread, sharing stories about our ailments, remembering friends who passed away when they were way too young.

While the Day of Remembrance for murdered transwomen fails to personally resonate doesn’t make it a bad thing.  When I passed the torch of activism on a few years ago I was glad there were people there to take up the battles.

Indeed there are some ideas of special days I really like.  Thanksgiving, Yom Kippur (Day of Atonement), Memorial Day and Veteran’s Day.  A Day of Remembrance fits in there.