Billie Jean Star*
Biography:
By: Wm. Robinson
Alias—Billie jean Star*
7/18/2010
I’m a transgender woman originally from Michigan where I grew up and went to school in Flint. My parents and I were the first “black family” in all white suburb-neighborhood when I was five years old. My parents taught me not to be racist, and after only a couple of months tension, were welcomed into the neighborhood, and my parents became members of the local Block Club. I became a Cub Scout at nine years old, and a Boy Scout and YMCA member at 1. And although my parents were very religious church goers, they knew and tried to hint to me at an early age that I was really a girl. Because of my religious teachings I tried to deny this, thinking my parents, relatives and family friends were just teasing me because of my looks and what I considered as merely gentle and polite ways. I tried very hard to prove I was a boy, and even had a baby girl at the age of 19.
At the age of 22 when I lost my virginity for the second time, I accepted the fact that I preferred men sexually and came out as gay. However, it wasn’t until I was 27 that I truly realized and accepted that I was a woman. But because of my employment most often as a self employed freelance professional artist and howdy man, I was not confident in proceeding to fully transform, and even not doing so was causing me no end of emotional and psychological trauma. I even contemplated suicide. But, my passion for creating overpowered my distress, and my craving for physical affection and passion motivated and inspired my art.
I’ve been drawing since I was nine, when instead of coloring the pictures in my coloring book, I’d draw them freehand, perfectly. I obtained my fist employment as an artist and graphic designer at 17 and opened my first artist and handyman service at 22. Like most women, I don’t like to tell my age. Especially since I’m finally convinced I don’t look it because most of my gentleman pursuers are quite younger than my daughter. My main interest besides art and creating are traveling, animals, sci-fi and fantasy books and the beauty of everything this world has to offer. Especially exceptionally beautiful people and animals.
I’ve been in and out of prison mainly due to my inner conflict for many years. I have just less than three years to my present release. Now that I’ve started my complete transition I truly believe my days of incarceration are at an end, and my life is just beginning, again. I’ve learned in these years many things I might not have, or not as soon, and one thing I’ve learned is that “prison” is not the solution to crime. There are a lot really good, and truly good hearted people in prison, that could be and should be considerably extensive, valuable contributor to society and the world. However, nothing truly sufficient enough is being done to recognize these people, separate them completely from those who are, undoubtedly incongruous with society and also recognize that “society” itself and “prison” are the cause of repeat offenders because one truly reaches out to give an ex-con a chance to make it. People should spend less time incarcerated,
especially for non-violent offenses, and more time in a closely supervised offender housing facility that gives them the same provisions and healthcare as prisons, but allows them to pursue regular employment and/or education in society. Once a convict has shown to obtained adequate mean for self support, they should be realized and required to “report” monthly at a time and date that does not conflict with their employment. And, it would be better for them to be allowed to try and try again rather than to be subjected to the long, undesirable includes and stagnation of incarceration. Like living with someone you love and want to spend your life with, no one can learn more about a person, or a situation than someone who has experienced time with them, or in that situation. Prison is a situation that not only stagnates positive pursuits, but intentionally impedes ones attempts to pursue and accomplish truly beneficial positive effort. To many prisons staff act as thought it is their duty to punish inmates and literally make them miserable and uncomfortable. The fact that one’s freedom and desired living place have been removed from them is misery enough. And although prisons preten to provide inmates with training and education, they also, at the same time provoke negative concepts and options of authority. Rather than presenting themselves as good examples to inmates to express the behavior and positive inspiration that depict and expectable and respectful citizen, prison officer more often make themselves the objects of contempt and are more often despised than respected or admired. And as long as prisons are staffed with individuals with such negative characteristics, the longer they will fail to truly “rehabilitate offenders” and be a truly beneficial contributor to society. And, as my parents taught me, and ounce of preventions is worth a pound of cure. If our society truly and effectively pursued crime prevention, rather than dominance and greed, we could obtain the nearest thing to utopia the world has ever seen.
Although my favorite art is creating scenes of beautiful people and animals, and mythical character, creatures and fantasy beings, I’m also a suppressed architect. Architecture was my favorite subject in high school, and my mind is packed with mechanical drafts of ideas and inventions, plus architectural concepts. I could not draw, less known create, all the graphic designs architectural plans and mechanical drafts my mind contains. My mind is constantly formulating new ideas even in my dreams during actual sleep. That’s why I call my artwork “Daydream Productions Ltd.” Because they represent only a few of my constantly repeated, conscious imaginations. If it were possible for me to live as long as I could keep creating artwork, I would make it seems like Methuselah died of crib death and infinitely an easy to perceive as the solar system we live in. Oh well, I can always dream!
Wm. R*
Write to Billie Jean Star* as a penpal:
William Robinson C-09757
Po Box 9
330-1-30L
Avenal CA 93204