it has been a while since writing here.  Last December, I went to the Social Security to change the Gender marker they have on file for me.  I had my new amended birth certificate and the SSA agent made a copy of it.  I found out yesterday, April 6, 2025 that the marker was indeed updated on December 10th, 2024.  On December 16, it was changed back to the original. I spent the money and hired a lawyer to have my gender marker changed on my birth certificate for just this purpose.  So now I have to return to the SSA office and go through it all again.  Gender transition is not a sprint.  it is a marathon. Where does it all end.  Somewhere, I hope.

 A young Transwoman was arrested in Tallahassee Florida for using the women's bathroom in the state capital building.  She was charged with Trespassing.  Don't see how they expect to get away with that.  How can a member of the public be charged for trespass for using a facility that is open to the public.  This makes no sense at all.  Somehow, the conservatives have it in their minds that all us transpeople are pedophiles when in fact, very few of us are.  Most Pedophiles are White Males and if they did it once, prone to do it over and over again.  Don't misunderstand, there are some black pedophiles but not that many.  The Black community has a habit of killing their own dogs.  I suspect it is handled quickly and on the down low. 

I keep plugging along.  I am suffering from a major writers block.  Since finishing the second Kimberly book, I have been unable to return to Collision Orbit.  I know how the story goes and it should be easy to finish the book, but I just cannot make myself do so.  I have tried to force it but nothing doing.  I even got my DIL to get me a bag of Pot thinking the smoke would free up my mind so I could focus on the words.  I got shit-faced and didn't get a damn thing done.  it was fun, though. it has been a while. I had my DIL come and get the leftover pot.  

Rainy days and Mondays always get me down.  It will be for sure a rainy night in Georgia tonight.  good weather for ducks and Fucks, but I ain't got nobody.  Well, there are always my Bobs.  They are dependable, quiet, require little to no maintenance, I don't have to wash their clothes, or feed them and they are, for the most part, rechargeable.  It still gets lonesome from time to time.  

Ta ta for now.  I will endeavor to add to this blog on a more regular basis.  

Rebekah Kimberly Davis. RT(R), CNMT, Author, 

PS:  Being Kimberly is now available as an audio edition on Audible.com

 October 12, 2024.  

The last month of my seventh Decade.  Come November, I will begin my 71st year on the good spaceship Earth.  October has been eventful.  Florida has been slammed by two powerful hurricanes in less than 10 days. The east coast from Florida up to Virginia was ravaged by Hurricane Helene, only to be followed a short time later by Hurricane Milton on the west coast.  Helene landed in the Big Bend of Florida, quickly fled into the Atlantic, and ripped up the Eastern United States. Wind Damage and major flooding events all along the East Coast.  Milton made landfall just south of Tampa Bay, whipped across the state and out into the Atlantic. 

The Politicians have gone crazy dishing out lie after lie about the other side.  this misinformation hurts everybody.  It was told about that the current administration had used all the disaster money to feed and house illegal immigrants. and there was no money for the survivors of the two storms. Not true.  It was said that FEMA was only giving 750 dollars to the disaster victims because they were out of money.  again, not true.  One House of Representatives member from Georgia said in Public over public media that "They are controlling the weather and aiming the hurricanes at all the RED States.  Not only an untruth, but wild imagination gone amok. give her a break. She can't help being dumb and now we know she is a natural blonde.  The idea that we could generate enough energy to create a hurricane and steer it is completely ridiculous.  

I did plot out a story back in the early 90's about a team of engineers in cooperation with Meteorologists and the US Navy with a scheme to lower the trigger point of the hurricanes and therefore essentially cause them to fall apart. The working title of the book was "Operation Pegasus:  To Tame the Wild Wind". I chose at that time not to write the story because I convinced myself that not only was my theory sound but also that it could be adapted to steer the storms and intensify them so they could be used as weapons of war.  I did not want that technology to fall into the wrong hands. I think about Tom Clancy and his book that described using a 747 jetliner as a guided missile and I just know how he felt when the world trade center buildings came down on 9/11.  Maybe I need to write that story now. I don't know.  I do have several other books pressing me so maybe not yet.  The Daisy Chain Murders is crying out for me to start and so is the "Return of Dakar"

To paraphrase my hero and fav writer, RAH, "The Words Must Roll", and they will.

so long for now,

Rebekah Davis.

 Oh, Happy Day.  The second Kimberly book is finished, edited, and published.  Being Kimberly the Adventure Begins is available worldwide.  E-books, Kindle, Paperback, hardcover, and audio editions are available on amazon.com, barnesandnobles.com, Goodreads, Google Play books, and many more.  Not all editions are available on all platforms, so some searching may be required to find the edition you wish to purchase.

Next up.  I am now resuming work on my Sci-Fi novel, Collision Orbit.  I just completed a read-through of the first 20 chapters and became engrossed in the story.  I can hardly believe I wrote this.  It is a good, well-written story.  Hey, If I can't brag on myself, who else will? It may take another month or so until it is finished. 

Writing is fun; however, it is also one of the hardest things I have ever done.  The Kimberly books were easy, as they were based on real events in my life.  All the people in both books are real and my interactions with them were recorded as accurately as I could recall them.  Again, they were written from My perspective, and they may be shaded a bit in my favor.  

Please get registered and get out and vote, November 5, 2024. This may be the most important election in the history of this country. Some hard questions will be answered on that day.  Are we still a constitutional republic?  Have we become something else? Kingdom, Third World dictatorship, or something else entirely.  The reality is there is no other place on this earth that has the freedom and liberties that are the United States of America.  Please do your homework and vote carefully, or as one of the candidates has said, "get out and vote this time, and you won't have to do it ever again".  Not sure that is what this country needs.

Nuff, Said

Rebekah Davis.

 Another week is underway.  The BMW is at the mechanic's shop.  Hopefully, it won't break the bank and bankrupt the Firm.  I heard from my editor earlier this week. She is almost done.  a few minor changes and some recommended updates, and Being Kimberly, The Adventure Begins will be ready to publish. the publishing part should not take longer than a week and maybe two more for distribution. Collision Orbit is moving along nicely.  I anticipate a finish by mid-July. 

I try to keep politics out of this blog, but some things need to be said.  Former President and Presumptive Republican Nominee Donald Trump was convicted of 34 felony counts in a New York court.  I should think that a person of honor would voluntarily withdraw from consideration in running for Chief Executive Officer of this nation.  The fact that he has not, to me, is a clear indication that the man is unfit for public office. He still has charges to face in Georgia for trying to overturn election results, and more federal charges resulting from retaining classified papers from the white house in his home in Mar-A-Largo. Trumpettes, This man is EVIL.  Keep him away from your wives, children, and public office.

A psychopath doesn't know the difference between right and wrong.

A Sociopath knows the difference, just doesn't give a damn.

Which one is Mr Trump?

 The weekend is over and brought ups and downs.  It was a roller coaster ride right up until I arrived back home yesterday afternoon in my Daughter-in-law's Jeep.  The trip north to Atlanta was perfect.  The Evening for Equality was also. I was joined at dinner by my friend whom I met in Portland Oregon.  Lovely woman and a wonderful dinner companion. After the speeches, (Always necessary at every rubber chicken dinner) and the presentation of the annual awards, Lynnola and I went to the hotel cocktail lounge and had a drink or three.  Around Midnight, we parted ways, Lynnola to drive home and I upstairs to my luxurious room.  

After a not-so-good night's sleep, I awoke early, packed, retrieved the Beamer, and headed south to Daytona Beach. Most of the trip was uneventful except for stops for breakfast and gas, until 15 miles north of Ormand Beach, I lost the clutch. The car was still drivable, just not shiftable.  I was able to work it into 5th gear and limped the final 15 miles into the motel parking lot. That was a Down.  My oldest son Thomas and his friend managed to sus out the problem and get the clutch fixed.  Up

Dinner with the Family on Sunday evening was a UP.  Sunday my Daughter-in-law and I drove onto Daytona Beach and found a spot to scatter Phil's ashes into the Atlantic.  Very much a down.  A Very tear-filled moment. Warning, the Atlantic is now quite a bit saltier from all the tears.  Dinner on Monday evening with the two family members that missed out on Sunday and another UP.  Checked out of the motel early Tuesday morning, joined up with my Daughter-in-law, and started up I95 for home. Up.

65 miles east of Tallahassee, Florida, the Oil pressure light came on suddenly, and easing over to the shoulder, I tried to figure out what was wrong and the engine made a funny sound and died. a tiny bit of smoke wafted out from underneath the hood.  Down.  Definitely Down.

Tripple A was called and a rollback was dispatched so after about an hour's wait, they arrived, loaded the beamer up and hauled it to my house.  So far, I have not found a mechanic to fix it.

Sometimes you win, Sometimes you Lose.  Goodtime Charlie's got the blues, as the song says.

From Beyond The Rainbow

yours truly

Kimberly.

 I have taken the weekend off work and will shortly head north to Atlanta, GA for tonight's Evening For Equality.  There are old friends to see and sure to be interesting People to meet.  We had a good year in Georgia for us Transpeople.  I like that phrase. Stop calling us Transwomen or Transmen, We are people first and foremost, so call us TransPeople. 

Sunday morning brings an early rising and check out of the Intercontinental Buckhead and in the BMW and southward bound to Daytona Beach.  The family will all be together for a brief time. Since last year's loss of one of our own, beloved son and brother, we have vowed to somehow get together each year even if only for a short visit.  

There are also plans to scatter Phil's ashes in the Atlantic. EPA says you can provided you go 3 miles offshore into international waters, but Florida has no regulation against scattering them right off the beach.

It will be a bittersweet moment. Sad that he is gone, sweet because the family will be united.

Collision Orbit is moving along nicely.  I am up to chapter 15 now.  When I paused writing that book at chapter 12 and finished the second Kimberly book, I was having a bit of writer's block.  the story was stumbling along.  Since restarting the writing, the story is beginning to move right along. I input 5 thousand words yesterday. Characterization has improved and the characters are fleshing out nicely.  If i can only hold out long enough to finish telling the story.

Writers are first and foremost, storytellers.  Like the minstrels of old, we wander from town to town carrying our own version of the news. Nowadays, with the www and cellphones, we can sit in a comfortable chair in the AC and tell our tales to the world.  That was an eye-opener for sure as the first book I wrote began selling in other parts of the world.  I simply want to meet the two people who bought my book in Japan.

So Long for now, I must go pack for Atlanta.

from beyond the Rainbow, 

yours truly

Kimberly

 As an update to a previous post here on the Korner, I turned down the Alabama job after my boss in Tallahassee Florida made a counter offer and I accepted a full-time position at Select Specialty Hospital. This will definitely be my last job. 

Tata for now.

Kimberly Davis.  5/2/24