Atypical Trans Late Bloomer

So I live in America. The county, the town I live in are places with a lot of support for Donald Trump. A lot of guns, a lot of g^d, not a lot of acceptance of the Other. And yet, every individual I've met is a nice person. Haven't met any ugly people. If you're pulled over on the side of the road, they stop and offer help. They will pull your car out of the ditch. They'll help you in any way you can. So the stereotype of a Trump supporter doesn't stand examination. There's two radio stations I can sometimes get. One is NPR, the other is a local AM station that features Rush and his cohort. Not a lot of middle ground. When I talk with locals, they're reasonable people. You would like to have them as neighbors. You'd like to have them as the family your child married into. There's a lot of respect for Veterans and for the local fire company's volunteers. When the Buttons pop up - topics such as guns, religion, taxes, diversity, discriminatio

Visited the Cumberland, MD Pride Festival (btw, kudos on their very attractive logo). Wore my kilt in the spirit of the day. It was wonderful weather. Good event. Not a parade as much as a festival, booths and vendors and entertainment on a small stage. It was a great event. My first pride celebration.

I've been relatively homeless for a while. Living in a tent in a commercial campground, $40/week. It's a nice campground, predominately tents not RV-campers, mostly people on vacation. I think I'm passing as One of Them, and not the bum of the campground. Summertime and The Living is Easy, the song says, and I've learned the truth of it: I wouldn't want to do this in the winter. When it rains I'm dry, when it gets chilly I'm warm; things could be worse. 61-year-old me is not thriving living and sleeping in a tent, though. I've become very used to more comfort. What I've read about succeeding at homelessness is that you need a place to stash your gear, somewhere it's not going to be stolen. So my vehicle serves that role, and I guess I'm living in a tent and my car. I have the use of a two-room tent that my friends Pam and Bill have loaned me. It's designed to be wheelchair accessible, it's a Eureka tent, so there's an entry spa

Today I got something I've been wanting for a long, long time. The priest who abused me, Father Eugene Arnaud, has been publicly listed by the Diocese of Brooklyn as having been credibly accused. If you want to see it, click here and then do Ctrl/F or Search for Arnaud. One of the things that complicated my early web searches for where he went and what his status was, is that 100 years ago there was a significant architect and also a significant priest with the same name, so they filled the search results. But with the Diocesan listing, a US/English search on "Eugene Arnaud" returns results for the listing, which wasn't there a year ago. This is what I wanted. I wanted him publicly named and accused, even if he's dead.