Thanksgiving

Tomorrow, we celebrate Thanksgiving in the United States. It's a holiday to commemorate when a boat of religious fanatics crossed the Atlantic Ocean to escape oppression, landed in the New World and nearly starved to death until the Natives saved them (the Natives would eventually regret that decision).

Many people like to think of this holiday as  people coming together to feast while setting aside their differences. Others consider it the pregame meal before Black Friday shopping. Older pro wrestling fans debate on whether we should associate Starrcade or Survivor Series more with the day (the right answer is always Starrcade, by the way. That's definitely my hill on which to die).

For me, it was once the day when my parents and I would go over to my aunt's house for a huge extended family get together. There would always be tons of food, my cousins and I would run around and play all day, and there was always football on TV.

Nowadays, many of those relatives are no longer with us and my once young cousins have moved on with families of their own. My mom and I go out for dinner because she's too handicapped to handle large meal prep on her own, I'm too inexperienced to do so myself and we don't have enough visitors to warrant a "classic" Thanksgiving meal anyway.

Moreso, I treat this holiday for what I wish it could be: the day where we think of everything for which we're thankful.

I'm thankful for my family and friends that are still here. I'm thankful that there are still plenty of good people out there (despite what you may read or see on social media). This is all especially so for my mom, my daughter and my best friends Griffin and Kitty.

I'm thankful for all of you who read this everyday. Whether you're a close person in my life, found me on Bluesky, or were simply scrolling through blogs one day, it means the world to me that people care enough to read about my inner thoughts and message.

I'm thankful to be alive. While I've had terrible days in the past and I have my sad days even now, I couldn't imagine leaving this existence. Not with all that I'd leave behind. Also, if I were to end it all, I feel that the bigots and homophobes of the world would win in some sort of way. So, I'm also still here out of spite. Suck it!

I'm thankful for the progress I've made this past year. Both in my waistline and for how I've come out of my shell more as Trixie. Being her has given me more reasons to live and to love myself.

While I'm not always happy or satisfied with how I am, if he weren't here then there would be no Trixie. So, I'm thankful that my masculine self is still here as well.

I've decided to enjoy the holidays for the rest of this week. So this will be the last post of this week. I'll be back with you all on Monday.

Have a wonderful holiday and weekend, my loves. Happy Thanksgiving! Never forget that I'm thankful for all of you.

-Trixie 😘 ❤️ 

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