The Devil is transgender


Fellowship of the Minds

About 5 months ago, I asked in a post when and how transgenders became all the rage in America:

Something is going on to which the American people are not privy.

Every evidence we have is that those who identify themselves as LGBT (lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender) comprise no more than 5% of the U.S. population.…which means transgenders must be less than 1% of the U.S. population. And yet, if we go by the pervasive news about transgenders and the relentless drumbeat for “transgender rights” by every institution of the Left — by the media, pop culture, academia, and the Obama administration — you would think every other person you meet is a transgender….

The simple truth is that a person’s sex or gender is determined by our DNA, specifically, chromosomes: females have XX chromosomes; males have XY chromosomes. That means no amount of surgical mutilation and hormone “therapy” can…

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TALOC Special Persons Association Pre-Christmas Party Meeting


When I had officially gotten my PWD ID, I was informed to join the pre-Christmas party meeting that the barangay PWD members were about to have. To make a long story short, it was the first time ever in my life to have been with the company of special persons like myself in a sort of an official setting.

Much to my surprise, they were a bunch of great people. Some were hunchbacks. Others were amputees in crutches.  Another amputee was in a wheelchair. Most had cleft palates and polio victims. They were exactly the opposite of the pathetic, helpless souls that are supposed to be in the closet 24/7 instead of out in the sun having a great, happy time.

Well indeed God is good; He has His special way of endowing His special children with the grace of joy that’s almost surreal. I can’t wait to see them again for the big day-The Christmas party!

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DASH, PLEASE!


image    Where has the dash gone, again? CHINA-US FOCUS… All apologies but I dunno why I’ve gotten so particular with the disuse of my beloved dash. Seems like obssession. My penchant for this symbol is quite alarming already– I take screenshots to the point that I contemplated on sending the author a message to give a piece of my mind, like kind of a litany (or rather, eulogy?): it’s a sham for every writer to forget the value and literary impact of disusing this symbol; that a true literati should respect its relevance. Oh well…!

Scuba Diving in Chapel, Apo Island: Finding Love, Beauty, and Wonder Under the Waves


Awesome post! Loved the pix and the video! Ought to visit soon for an unforgettable marine adventure!

Adrenaline Romance

Scuba Diving Apo Island

Apo Island is a peaceful, postcard-perfect island paradise. It has a rustic town, uniquely formed sea cliffs, an expansive snorkeling area, white-sand shores, and tree-covered hills. But like many of the amazingly beautiful places we’ve been around the country, its true beauty is hidden. The real gem of Apo Island lies beneath the blue waves, an array of magnificent dive sites whose beauty almost defy imagination. Our anniversary culminated with an excellent dive in one of these dive sites.

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Writing Badly # 70


Kudos to this awesome writer! Loved the story. Best of all,I can relate to this as I got a congenital defect on my left leg.

Write Badly, Daily

Painting of a TypewriterI was known in high school for my legs. I was not bright or athletic, but I had nice legs. Few of my former class mates can remember my name, but many of them can’t forget “the guy with the legs.” It’s been 18 years and so much has changed in my life, but not my legs. They’ve remained as they were.

So it didn’t surprise me very much when my girlfriend confronted me about it one night.

“If you love me,” she said. “If you really, really love me, you will grow hair on your legs.”

We were at an intersection waiting for the traffic light to turn green. Next to a tall building was a huge Svenson billboard.

“Babe?” I said.

“You heard me,” she said. She folded her arms across her chest and continued gazing outside the window.

“I love your legs just the way they are.”

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ABOUT ‘SPECIAL PERSONS ARE PEOPLE, TOO!’ BLOG


The Special Olympics showcased what special people can achieve. This blog showcases more of what they, or rather we– are and more.

special persons are people, too!

Special Persons are People, Too is a literary hub where everyone is welcome to interact with persons with congenital physical deformities or defects, give advice, offer opportunities, or just simply to give support and show they care.

Being provided a fantastic site you can call your own is simply irresistible.  Best of all, you can do whatever you want with it (for as long as you don’t go over the boundaries). It’s like winning the lottery;  a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that you feel you have to really take care of and make the best of.

Thanks to the kindness of all the staff at wordpress.com and the community and other outfits that support them. Words can never suffice to show our gratefulness for these selfless people. Without them, Special Persons are People, Too could not have come into existence.

People like me-bloggers, authors/writers, companies, associations, and other organizations geared towards sharing…

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