Sunday, March 01, 2009
Originally printed 2/26/2009 (Issue 1709 - Between The Lines News)
FLINT - John Nemecek never had a problem displaying his athletic prowess. It was when he decided to become true to himself and become Julie Nemecek that the difficulties began. The pain. The suffering. The very public lawsuit. And, finally, hope and love. That amazing transformation will be detailed at the 2-4:30 p.m. March 8 meeting of Genesee County PFLAG at the Unitarian Universalist Church, 2474 S. Ballenger Highway in Flint. Nemecek's inner world came tumbling to the forefront in November of 2003 while going online and discovering there was a life available for transgender persons. It led to an immediate, very frank discussion with his wife, Joanne. "The next six weeks there were a lot of tears, a lot of hugs," Julie, 57, recalls. "She (Joanne) said at the end of that six weeks that 'I love the person, not the package.' And we're more in love now than we've ever been." But it was when she told her employer of 16 years, Spring Arbor University, that she identified as a woman and intended to live her life that way, that her story became very public. Spring Arbor reacted by removing her as assistant dean of adult studies in 2006, slashing her salary by 20 percent, and threatening to fire her. . . .Read More
YORK TIMES NEWS SERVICE
She was baptized James Lawrence Slattery in 1944 but reinvented herself as Candy Darling in the late 1960s after leaving suburban Long Island for the streets of New York's West Village.
She hung out with artists such as Andy Warhol and crossed paths with musicians such as David Bowie. Filmmaker Paul Morrissey put her in two movies. Lou Reed wrote the Velvet Underground song Candy Says with her in mind and included a verse about her in his Walk on the Wild Side.
And she inspired Jeremiah Newton -- the film, television and video liaison at the Tisch School of the Arts at New York University -- to assemble the only known archive of items associated with Candy Darling, including diaries, letters, photos and her cremated remains. He gave the Andy Warhol Museum in Pittsburgh part of the collection more than a year ago and delivered the rest this month. . . .Read More
At the age of eleven, I was molested.
It is a statement open to so many misunderstandings. I was molested. I was not raped.
You see, many people make an assumption that being molested means that I was raped by a child predator. The reality is that molestation can run a gambit from simply being forcibly fondled by an adult to being raped. In my case, the man who molested me fondled me. He was obviously aroused, but did not go to the step of rape. In some ways, I was lucky. I know that sounds like a horrible thing to say, but I was lucky. From what I have been able to piece together about this man, who worked as a guidance councilor for my sixth grade school, is that his next victim was raped. And, again, luckily, he was arrested four years later while purchasing child pornography and did not escalate to murder. Luck is such a relative thing. . . .Read More