The Sound of Ancient Voices

My name is Camille. I am a born transgendered woman. When I was a child I said that I was a girl but the world called me "faggot". Under the sky of pain called psychiatry I was locked away for many years and had the requisite tortures: the terror of electroshock, my bones broken, my body drugged and raped. I was not raised as a gender but a bug of a child to be smashed.

I am nobody's victim. My body belongs to me & so does my holy brain. I am the ghost of the untapped conscious of shrinks, a lurking justice, a part of the gathering truth that is rising with a common voice out of the wake of their evil blue fire.

Transsexuals are born into the book of labels. We may be genetic but we are not genetically defective sub-human creatures. By the very nature of our difference, the independence of our alien spirituality, and the passion of the power of our will, we are a threat to the ruling delusions of the mental death professions.

No one has our premission to debate the validity of our existence, to define our reality, to dismiss our pain, and to name us. We name ourselves.

Woke: Barbie had every single one of those careers and is an immortal timeless being.

I say, “The Greeks ascribed aspects to gods. Apollo had many aspects, but all were Apollo. He’s like Barbie that way. She’s an astronaut, a veterinarian, and a rollerskater, but no matter which of those things she is in the moment, she is always still Barbie. She is Barbie in her aspect as.”