The story of transgender from begging to the judge will blow your senses

from KRISHNA KUMAR SINGH

KRISHNA KUMAR SINGH

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It is said that the person can achieve everything on his own hard work. These saying fit exactly on the Joita Mandal. On saturday, when a white car with a red plate written “Judge on Duty” reached Islampur Court premises, it was not just a chance for the transgenders to celebrate, but it was a happy opportunity for the whole country.

As a transgender, the journey of the Joita Mandal to the National Lok Adalat was not so easy. From begging for living to work of social workers and then to be selected for the National Lok Adalat Bench, all these Joita saw in his life.

The founder of Trans Welfare Equity, Abhina said,”This is the first time when some one in this community has got this opportunity.

Joita was appointed to the bench on behalf of the Sub-Divisional Legal Service Committee of Islampur for the Lok Adalat on 08…

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Old Friends: Our 24th Anniversary

A photo of My Partner Jaime and I reflected on a sunny San Francisco Day in the window of a passing tour bus
My Partner, Jaime and I, reflected in the window of a passing tour bus. When I showed him this shot and asked him what he was thinking, he replied, “There he goes with that camera again.”

I met Jaime 24 years ago this week.

Yes, it was love at first sight and I know that sounds trite, but if it has ever
or will ever happen to then you will understand how profound it is.

We moved in together two months later and we have been together ever since.

He’s seen me through the darkest days of my illness; and I wept and grieved
with him when his Father sickened with cancer and died.

He is a proud Nicaraguan man and a proud citizen of the United States.

He is among my oldest and most trusted friends.

He is my partner and he is my joy.

Happy Anniversary, Jaime.

Happy Anniversary mi amore.

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Heroes of the Revolution: Harold Norse

In 1977 I lived in New Haven, Connecticut.

There are hundreds of reasons I loved my time in New Haven.

One was Manhattan was an hour away by train.

I took Amtrak to New York at least twice a month to hang out in the Village.

One weekend in the Fall of 1977 I stopped for a drink at Uncle Charlie’s on Greenwich Avenue.

I met a hot guy who invited me home.

He had a studio apartment with a bed, a chair and a nightstand.

On the nightstand was a book of poems by Harold Norse,  Carnivorous Saint.

A devouring saint?

I sat on the bed and opened the book.

I’d never seen poetry like this before.

I said good-bye to the hot guy, raced to the bookstore, got Carnivorous Saint, and hopped the train back to New Haven.

I was smitten.

The poetry in Carnivorous Saint was political, sexy and full of humor.

Norse used his poetry to define gay liberation in language that included working class men.

Norse is a working class man who declares that he is not a Man:

Art by Rob Goldstein
Scanned from my copy of Carnivorous Saint, purchased in 1977.
Carnivorous Saint
Scanned cover of my copy of Carnivorous Saint, purchased in 1977.

There is more to my story about Harold Norse but that is for another post.

To learn more about the poet, Harold Norse, click here:

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Negro Equality Is NOT > LGBTQA1 Equality.

No one is free is all are not free