What’s Iman’s religious beliefs?

Sure,  for those who don’t know; let’s change that. 

So I was baptized and raised in a Catholic home. Went to Catholic School. Catholic Church. Bible study. First Communion. Catechism. The whole sha-bang. 

Even at a young age, 7ish ;I wasn’t really “sold” on the whole ideology of Christianity and Jesus Christ. So I began to question it, but only to myself. Up until about age 11 I still blessed my food, and said my prayers when instructed but other than that I just wasn’t with it.

After the devastation my family, my city and my self felt from the wrath of the the flood waters following hurricane Katrina; on top of losing my grandmother my faith in “God” was completely gone. After praying and praying that she would be found safe and alive then one day after school being told she was found dead in her home I started to hate “God” and just about everything Christianity stood for. I soon found it was easier to dismiss that “God” really exsisted instead of having so much hate toward someone I wasn’t even sure was real in the first place. 

Between ages 15-17 I had dismissed any religious beliefs that were taught to me but it wasn’t until about age 22 when I had the urge to seek out something to believe or have faith in. Around this time now being an adult I was free to explore different religions and soon found myself at a Muslim errr umm.. church (pretty sure that’s the wrong word, sorry) I didn’t agree with all of their views and eventually we hit an ice breaker. 

Any type of organized religion,.. religion, period isn’t really for me.”

So I decided to revisit an bootleg DVD a found at my mother’s house titled “The Secret” and gave the ideology of the law of attraction a second thought. So it was this time; around 2013 that I labeled myself a spiritual person instead of a religious one.
And so well that’s where I’ve been since. I don’t knock anyone’s religion. I just rather just chill.

You either are a good person or you aren’t, ya know; and I try to be a good person.”

So now everyone knows ๐Ÿ˜Š.

Smoke and be happy

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ย Losing my job a week before Christmas…

Hey readers, can’t say this blog will be any good news sorry…

But yes I did lose my job a week before Christmas ๐Ÿ˜ฅ…

The news totally came as a shock to me. I went through so many emotions in the matter of a few hours. My stress was at an all-time high and my confidence in myself was at a low it hadn’t seen in a while. 12 hours in I found myself still somewhat flabbergasted but had already began the stages of grief. 

“It really hurts man. I thought I’d be making prosthetics forever.”

It was hard copping with such a drastic and abrupt change in my everyday life; my way of living. Already having gone through several life altering events and having mental disorders I did what I could to fight off depression and not go down the ugly cold dark road. 

My termination was not yet public knowledge but due to my line of work I had to somewhat explain to customers why I would no longer be able to help them. That was probably one of the worst things about being fired. 

About 2 days in I found myself snapping back and on the job hunt again. It was still pretty tough getting out of bed and putting on clothes to go out into the world but it was even tougher looking myself in mirror and thinking about just giving up.

” I got fired. A week before Christmas. Through a text message. On my day off. ” , Now tell me that ain’t some shitty type of luck.

As always though I had some amazing black girl magic to help me pick my self off the ground and keep on pushing. My moms, my sister & of course my girlfriend. My recovery time was way less than alot of the life changing events I had been through in the past. Considering it’s severity I would say it’s a new record. And I owe it all to my support system of women who love me unconditionally.

So it’s only been a 2 days shy of a week since the whole ordeal and maybe it’s the holidays or just me mature and not being so angry all the time now but I am extremely optimistic about everything Iman.

Thanks for reading.

*Special thanks to all those who knew and reached out on more than one occasion to check on me, I really appreciated that ๐Ÿ’ฏ

” Whose hiring ? “๐Ÿ˜‚

I am a sensitive little b*tch..

No seriously…

Since I’ve transitioned and started living my truth I’ve allowed myself to really become in tune with my emotions and my feelings. Either that or I transformed into a sensitive little bitch ๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜‚

Being that I honestly don’t give a shit about what anybody thinks and having self awareness. Yes, I am more sensitive since I’ve transitioned.

It came on gradually after the initial breakdown my very first time in therapy but over time I noticed the shift little by little. I still have my dark humor but certain commercials or scenarios on TV had my eye all swelly and watery. And I don’t mean those deep ASPCA commercials with Sarah McLachlan singing in the background with close ups of helpless abused animals. But regular paper towel kid helps dad clean up mess , gives big hug and BOOM !; here come the water works. Then it got to the point where I would randomly think of a happy memory give a little chuckle and all of a sudden I have happy tears on my sleeve. When people tell me something that a normal person would just go “aww” and go about their day I’m clairvoyantly in a pile of empathetic borrowed emotions on the floor.

Not once was I like “Men Don’t Cry.”

But I applauded myself for letting my guards down and for once in my adult life truely allowing myself to feel. Feel everything. Not just happy and sad but a wide range of emotions.

So eh, if I’m a sensitive little bitch so be it …

An eye opener… New Orleans??

My trip back home was emotional to say the least.. 

On top of dealing with something I thought would be years from now I had to deal with a lot of things I ran from last time I found myself in New Orleans.

Relationships, places, ideas, dreams, hoods…

All things I left behind in my city , or so I thought.

It was all so surreal seeing the apartment I called home with my wife and step kids. Family that I hadn’t seen since the beginning of my transition. Old neighbors & friends doing the same things they were doing almost 3 years ago. Shit was heavy man.

Then there was the missed connections.. people I thought would love to see me, seemed to do everything in their power to avoid me. Only a certain amount of moving hours in a day.. I missed links with people I really wish I hadn’t. Wasted time linking with those I really wish I hadn’t. 

But what was the most interesting thing over this weekend was random conversations I had with not only complete strangers en route and in town but the in depth conversations I had with some people that I never thought I would have. Outside looking in would appear to be minor things, trivial; but to me were monumental moments in my life that reflected the amazing amount of growth I’ve gone through as a person in just under 2 years.

My total travel time was about 8 hrs there and just below 12hrs on the return. *Including layovers and early arrivals at terminals.

I flew economy there and back with short layovers in Atlanta. Not sure what type of plane was from Syracuse to Atlanta and vise versa. But the 757 & 753 to and from New Orleans was the bees knees. Way to go Delta. 

I still prefer buses over flying , maybe one of these days I’ll take a train for the first time. Plane terminals are a lot easier to me. Maybe because most directions to your gate are pretty obvious and simple to read. Or that the fact there was someone I could re-ask what my gate number was almost every 10 ft. 

However as a TMOC , TSA was not so welcoming. Leaving out of New York wasn’t a problem. No extra searches , pat downs or luggage checks. Butttt coming out of New Orleans was the exact opposite. The workers stuck to their story that the extra “care” was because of my type of identification (which wasn’t a problem 4 days prior) but it still didn’t make me any less pissed about the 1st, 2nd or 3rd pat down. The old lady opening up both of my carry-ons or the wierd selfie stick looking device she ran over the edges of my Kindle.

I kept my cool till it was all over with, returned my vans to feet and stormed off to my gate which I made by the skin of my teeth…

All in all I call this an “eye opening” trip moreso than my previous adventures because it is rare that I get to return to a part of my past with fresh eyes. My reaction to almost everything has changed; from my mother’s passive aggressiveness, waiting on the RTA, certain areas of my city, the type of people I (used to) associate with, to way I receive people and they bullshit.

Yup I’ve changed.

The biggest thing that made it all worth while is people noticing the change in my vibe: “You don’t look all stressed” , “Seem to be alot more calm”, “Nothing pisses you off anymore” …

All things I needed to hear ๐Ÿ˜Š Things that are most certainly true ๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿค˜

Be on the look out for my snapchat Vlog (tried something a little different) coming soon to my YouTube channel.

As always, thanks for reading folks and I appreciate your support ๐Ÿค—

-Iman

#FlyHighGeraldineAUNTGERRYJones ๐Ÿ˜‡

Yup I changedย 

Most guys love to say, “Oh I’m the same person I was before I transitioned”…

๐Ÿค” Hooooowwww???

Lol j/k ๐Ÿคฃ

No, seriously I was “that guy” for a while. Only recently have I come to terms b with the fact I am a whole different person. Like seriously, I’m an entirely different kind of man now. I mean that in the most brutally honest way with myself.

My whole attitude and outlooks on certain subjects have changed. It’s great to know I’m still evolving ๐Ÿ˜Š. I had started to feel old and stagnant m looking back and hearing what the old me has done, said and felt; I have grown into a wiser, calmer more open minded and thoughtful man. 

I was an ignorant arrogant mofo not too long ago..

I speak different. I react different. I even think different now. ๐Ÿ˜Š

I noticed as I evolved mentally I also began to grow physically. I started to stand up more up right my chest widened and got broader. I gained happy weight (but in muscle). Once I came to terms with the hereditary fact that I will most likely never be in the full Rick Ross beard gang. My baby goatee started to come through. Awee ๐Ÿ˜ ” look at it, all barely connecting and shit”. Still gains for me. Some how me changing on the inside helped me change on the outside. Wowwww . 
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Fright Fest !!! ๐ŸŽƒ First time in New Jersey

It’s the weekend so you know what means…

Iman is on the move, again.

So this weekend adventure is a two-fer. My first time in New Jersey and my first time at Fright Fest. So I left work about an early to catch my 4 hour bus ride to NYC (let’s hope for the best). And tomorrow morning I’ll be back on a bus heading to New Jersey for an entire day at Six flags Great Adventure theme park.

I haven’t been to a Six flags in easily over a decade and a half. I haven’t been on a rollercoaster in 2 years (counting the up and down thingy at the aquarium when I was in Houston). Let’s hope I don’t toss my cookies, pass out or shit my pants. Or go into cardiac arrest cause sometimes I forget how old I am ๐Ÿ˜‚.

Nervousness, aniexty, excitement are a few emotions I can currently pin point.. but then again I’ve been pretty scattered brain all day yesterday

๐Ÿค”I did have a latte instead of coffee this morning… I usually only have lattes on Sundays..

Guess I’ll see you guys on the other side ๐Ÿคž

Trip To Vermont #TranslatingIdentityConferenceย 

Hey guys, gals and everything again in between.

Today I am on the road, on my way to Vermont for the Transcending Identities Conference. It’s about a 5hr drive from upstate NY but it is already proving to be an awesome adventure. Road trip with my co-workers/friends bringing Gendercat from NY to VT!!!!

We should be arriving in town tonight, hopefully in time to catch an open karaoke bar ha ha.

This is my first road trip in forever and I am super excited to be going to my second Trans conference. I look forward to see all the organizations there and meet some awesome new queer folks.

Here’s a recap of my last conference attended:

Hopefully I am able to combine all the footage and publish a recap video for this conference by Monday.
VERMONT HERE I COME!!!

Apartment Hunting!!!

It’s currently “too damn early to be up” o’clock.

And once again I am on the road ๐Ÿ˜

This time I am heading to Ithaca, New York; to check out some apartments. I’ve been frantically trying to gather information and schedule days and times to view prospective apartments since my return from philly last weekend.

It’s about a 4hr ride from Manhattan to Ithaca; greyhound style. All I want to do right now is nap.

I was able to get some sleep last night somehow and the anxiety didn’t kick in and wake me up till about 1am …yayy

Just my luck I ended up sitting in front of two underage college strangers that want to get to know each other’s whole life story on this greyhound๐Ÿ™„ I don’t know what’s worse the blonde chewing her gum or this guys accent ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿพโ€โ™‚๏ธ

Anyways….

Keeping my fingers crossed ๐Ÿคž๐Ÿพ that hopefully I find reasonable accommodations today because I would loathe having to come back 2 & 3 times just to apartment hunt.
I learned first hand from Houston, Tx that no matter how much cash you have finding a suitable apartment can sometimes be a long winded game of chess.

The sooner I find a place the sooner I can settle in and the sooner I can begin my dream job.

Think I’ll take a nap for a little while and dream of all the good things to soon come.

Add me on Snapchat @selfmadekris

&

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…For live videos and updates from my journey to Ithaca New York.

I’ll be back shortly !

Travel jitters

 

Well it’s been almost a year since I last hopped a bus, train or plane & I seem to have a case of the butterflies.
Philadelphia is a place I haven’t yet been so I am overly anxious to add another notch on my belt. Also the weekend break from NYC will be much appreciated.

What better way to pass a two hour bus ride than to blog ๐Ÿ˜Š.

I am traveling from New York to Philadelphia to attend my first Philly TransHealth conference. I will be going as an official representative from project Freedom Underground / Free Ky. I am also attending to meet and sit with the Creator & Owner of GenderCat. Not to mention all the information and knowledge at my fingertips while I am there.

This is the first conference I have ever attend and I am definitely feeling a mixture of emotions. But over all I’m excited and I can’t wait for the experience.

And me on Snapchat: Selfmadekris & Facebook: Iman King

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68 things I miss about home

 

  1. Arguing over whose turn it is to go to the “candy lady”. One of the few instances where “not it” does not imply. Usually based on seniority or in some clear cut cases “I went last time” is sufficient enough
  2. Crawfish, Crawfish, Crawfish. As a kid (before I knew how to peel them) I could inhale at least 6lbs. Now as an adult I rarely ate more a pounds. But what I wouldn’t give for one of the little small ones.
  3. Hot sauce. No REAL hot sauce. Never really realize how much you take Crystals for granted until you no longer have access to it.
  4. Knowing everyone. It used to be sooo annoying. Now I understand the meaning of stranger danger.
  5. Snowballs. Yes I originally thought snowballs in the Chinese rice boxes were nationwide. Apparently not.
  6. “Hows ya mom’n’dem?” Translated : “How is your mother and your family doing?” Knowing that if you told ya momma “so-n-so” asked about her is going to trigger a long speech but you do it anyways.
  7. The “Neutral Grounds”. To most people around the world it is called a “median” , but to us it’s a parking spot, a place in the shade to wait for a bus or the best spot to catch the parade.
  8. Winn-Dixie. No not the book, the actual store.
  9. Nights on the lakefront. Some place have beaches others have piers. But give me 5 cans of Off bug spray and meet me on the lake for a crawfish boil.
  10. Normal size bugs. If you’ve been to places like Texas or Arizona then you definitely know what I’m talking about.
  11. Complaining about the RTA. Yea we’ve all cussed out that bus or street car driver that saw us running an still pulled off.
  12. Raising Canes. One word: CANES SAUCE.
  13. Jazzland. Or sixflags if you came along after the 90s. Or an abandoned forgotten amusement park if you didn’t get here till the 2000s
  14. Hurricane season. Yes Katrina basically killed my childhood and ruined my life. But nothing was more bittersweet than seeing your school on the “schools closed” list
  15. Hot sausage poboy. Or any poboy for that matter. Shrimp, oyster, fish, ham n cheese. As long as your French bread ain’t stale “lemme get two”
  16. Mardi Gras holidays. Wasn’t until I was about 15 that I realized that this was a holiday on found in New Orleans.
  17. The Superdome. And nooooo not the fancy “Mercedes Benz Superdome” we have now but the original one.
  18. The Twin Span. Why I miss this I don’t know. Crossing that damn bridge was always the longest 2 days of my life.
  19. Second Line Sunday’s. Most likely accompanied by gun shots, fights and NOPD. But the injuns always did they thing.
  20. Tulane & Broad. Lol naw just kidding. I really don’t miss that place.
  21. Having a Pa-Ran & a Teedie instead of godparents. I never knew that’s what that meant but ok.
  22. Manchu’s. Some people say they was in there cooking rats and pigeons , dogs and cats. All I know it that you can pull leftover Manchu’s out the fridge and eat it cold and it still be off the chain.
  23. Buku. The amount of shit I get for using that word any where but home is ridiculous. It’s freaking French you morons. It means a lot.
  24. Getting the piece of king cake with the baby in it. As a kid it’s a wonderful thing, as a parent it’s usually about $25.50.
  25. Morris Bart. Never actually had to call him for anything. But I remember his commercials clear as day. One call, that’s all.
  26. NOPD. Siiiiiiiiiiikeeee. Naw it was just a joke. They can kiss my whole ass !
  27. Audubon Zoo. What a way to spend a Sunday. Btw I heard they finally finished the new Elephant enclosure.
  28. Daiquiris. And I mean real New Orleans original daiquiris. From the daiquiris shop.
  29. Canal St. yea it’s a pain to work downtown. But on a boring low budget Saturday night “Canal St.” seems like buku fun.
  30. Mardi Gras. Also known as Fat Tuesday, also known as a holiday week to get fucked up.
  31. Big shot. Surprise surprise. Look at the bottle , you won’t find them anywhere else ; sadface.
  32. Hurricane Doppler Radar. Bob Breck greatest meteorologist of all time. Let’s argue.
  33. Taking Broad. From the east through gentilly to get downtown because the interstate is packed.
  34. Tchopitullis. I don’t really miss it. It’s just going to be funny to see other people try to pronounce it.
  35. The Riverwalk. Everything is always 60% off , they validate your parking & the view is perfect for a smoke session.
  36. Bourbon St. At first it was really cool. Then it got really lame. Now we avoid it at all cost.
  37. -eaux. Knowin that this sounds like “oh”. Geaux tigers! Geaux saints. Yo mommas a heaux.
  38. Gumbo. Apparently can’t everyone make gumbo. Never knew that.
  39. No open container laws. We probably have them but shit nobody cares. If you’re old enough carry on.
  40. Being a legal adult at 17. Don’t know, but it was pretty cool to say when I was 17.
  41. Catfish fridays. Everyone knows about red beans Monday but what you know bout that Friday fish fry.
  42. “Ya herd meh?!” Sometimes it’s a question. Sometimes it’s a statement. But it’s always said every other fifth word. Jus go with it.
  43. Free Cable. Cause you have that one cousin that works for Cox but looks out for you cause you fam.
  44. Callin yo people to come turn yo lights back on. Cause it’s Friday and Entergy be tripping.
  45. Q93. From way back in the day when they did the 9 o’clock props. To current where we still listen longer to Q93.
  46. Cajuns. Which one ? It doesn’t matter as long as you bring me back a smoked sausage.
  47. Rouses / Ross’ . When ya moms holla she going to the store did you want anythin and you don’t know whether to tell her some snacks or some socks.
  48. Flipping over a Jazzy Pass. Is it expired? Is it brand new? You don’t know but those purple zigzag made your heart skip a beat.
  49. The head. Downtown? Need Bud? Go check by the head them dudes prolly got it
  50. Unc/Teedie. A sign a respect that can often be misunderstood if said unc or teedie has yet come to terms wit their age.
  51. Cold drinks. Not fuckin SODA. Not fuckin POP. Not a fucking BEER. A “cold drink”. Only in New Orleans can ” a hot cold drink” make sense.
  52. Grass. I used to complain about not having side walk in certain parts of the city. But after living in this concrete jungle I’ll be fine if I never see another sidewalk in my life.
  53. Random festivals. Beignet festival. Crawfish festival. Strawberry festival. Tomatoe festival. You name it, we have a festival for it.
  54. Everything is pickled. Pickled okra. Pickled meat. Pickled eggs. Pickled pig feet. Pickled pig lips.
  55. And you can’t forget the hot pickle in a bag. No words needed. Just pass me a bag of hot cheetos.
  56. One ways. Making 3 rights or backing down up the street. Both has the same outcome. One takes patience the other takes skill.
  57. Governor/Mayor. I don’t miss them clowns. Just thought I’d point out the Bobby Jindal & Mitch Landrieu have made more empty promises than most New Orleans would like to recall.
  58. The weather. Just like the people it’s bipolar as hell. Start your day off wearing a jacket, if you have it on by lunch you’re definitely facing a heat stroke. And who could forget walking to the end of your driveway in the morning to check the weather.
  59. The highrise. I’ve lived in the east all my life but that Danzinger bridge has made countless people late for work for decades now. How does it take 30 mins to go over one bridge at 8am on week day !!!
  60. Oak trees. Cypress trees. Pine trees. Magnolia trees….need I really say more?
  61. Faulty pumping stations. No I don’t miss these but for some reason they still exist tho, go figure
  62. People telling me ” I’mย  trippin ” while I’m sitting down. Now there’s always bugs or some shit. Or I’m in the wilderness. These niggas be tripping.
  63. Christmas in the Oaks. I wouldn’t say not as much fun as a kid; just a different type of fun. You’re never to old to “ohh” and “aaah” at pretty Christmas lights
  64. Bored pull out the grill. If there’s one way to find something to do on a Friday afternoon grab a 12 pack , pull out the grill and watch the games begin.
  65. The smell of fresh cut grass. Never realized how the little things you notice when they are gone.
  66. A simple nod. A welcoming gesture of the south. Nod up if you know them, nod down if you don’t. But everyone gets a nod! Southern hospitality.
  67. The 12 Yats of Christmas. It’s like no one else in the world knows “Santa and his reign deer used to live right here”.
  68. Genes poboy. Best sandwich in the world !! Enough said