Baby Steps #BeingTrans #Reveals

It’s been a full week since the surgery. The bruising has faded to a greenish-yellow. Firstborn’s eyes are open, the nose guard and stents are out, some stitches were removed, the swelling is going down (excruciatingly slowly but it’s a little better every day). She can sort of chew. She even brushed her teeth today which made her feel human again.

The practice provides for a nutrition and image/beauty consultant to assist in those necessary small indulgences that help you bring together a look to go with how you now feel post-surgery. It’s a nice thing to do. I’m very impressed with the attention to detail, to how they focus on wellness and the whole person.

I’ve been road tripping on the turnpike and the Schuylkill Expressway daily since Friday. I’ve grown sympathetic to road rage and I spend my idling in stopped traffic time daydreaming about upgrades to the Subaru, ala Mad Max—flamethrowers, battering rams, bazookas—you know… like you do.

Neither she nor I are talkers, we “keep company” by sharing space and having convos that are probably unintelligible to anyone else—short, to the point (and always involving horses, cats, chickens, the farm, the weather and food), then long periods of comfortable silence. But at one point we got to talking about the relatives, past and present, and then she did a recap of how the transition came into focus, how she decided to deal with it, and why she waited as long as she did to move forward.

It was interesting and somewhat surprising to me because, as I said in an earlier post, Mom’s kinda clueless about stuff in a tunnel-vision way, but what really floored me was her saying she knew I was ready for the big reveal after reading a book I’d written about a trans turned vamp mid-change and the consequences of being suspended in between male and female with no hope of either going back or moving forward.

It’s strange how things work out. I’m always tickled to hear from readers that something I wrote made a difference for them, but I never expected it to hit so close to home! And just for the record… I didn’t know about this until the other day so my cluelessness record remained unsullied until that point.

And since I haven’t hawked a book in forevah! the tome in question is ACID JAZZ SINGER which I’ve put on sale on AMAZON and ALL ROMANCE for 99c.

Acid Jazz Singer e-book cover #2 8-02-11Acid Jazz Singer, Nya Rawlyns

Genre: Dark urban fantasy, paranormal, gay fiction, transgender

Her name was RayLee. They called her the Acid Jazz Singer, her sultry voice mesmerizing human and demon alike. She’d been running for three years from her maker and only Travis McKenzie stood between her and the darkness that had become her life.

Travis hunted the hit squads of demons and paid lip service to the Sheriff of the city. The half-blood had gifts, of the magic, shifting kind—and something more. It made him a stone cold killer and the only thing that mattered in his life was safeguarding the woman he was falling in love with.

Vladimira was the oldest of her kind, an enforcer—a gun for hire to the highest bidder. Vamp, human, demon. It didn’t matter. It was all about the job … until the stakes changed and she found a reason to care.

The singer and the protector had a history. But that history changed when a southern bigot vamp turned Travis’ friend into a travesty—neither man, nor woman … but both. Travis fell hard for the trannie known as RayLee. He was having a harder time dealing with his best friend, Ray.

Then the game changes, and Travis and Ray have to rely on an assassin with a secret agenda and uncertain loyalties.

When the demon comes to claim Ray, Travis must walk through the bowels of hell to save the only being on earth he cares about.

The problem is … who is going to save Travis from himself?

“Strap in…this is an awesome, fast paced reading experience!”

“…deliciously wicked twists of character and plot.”

Sessha Batto did a killer book video.


And as usual—a big shout-out to our friends who’ve made this journey easier in more ways than I can tally—from taking care of the farm, to making sure I have books to keep me occupied (and not worrying quite so much), to the well wishes and expressions of support for both of us.

It takes a village, for real. And when that village is filled with love and caring… well, anything is possible.

Love and peace.


About Nya Rawlyns

Crossing boundaries, taking no prisoners. Write what’s in your soul. It’s the bass beat, the heartbeat, the lyrics rude and true. Nya Rawlyns is the pseudonym of a writer who cut her teeth on sports-themed romantic comedy and historical romances before finding her true calling in the wilderness areas she has visited but calls “home” in that place that counts the most: the heart. She has lived in the country and on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, earned more than 1000 miles in competitive trail and endurance racing, taught Political Science to unwilling freshmen, and found an avocation in materials science. When she isn’t tending to her garden or the horses, the cats, or two pervert parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.
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2 Responses to Baby Steps #BeingTrans #Reveals

  1. Soooz says:

    Thanks for these posts, Diane. My daughter is bi-sexual and I have known that for many many years. She is utterly comfortable with her sexuality, and so am I. The future holds challenges as my almost four year old Grandson grows, but we will handle it with honesty and pride. Your love for your firstborn shines through in all you say. The book “Acid Jazz Singer” she read and referred to is one of my favorite of your works and the understanding you bring to all that you do and all that you write will have helped her immensely. I too have been stunned at times with things my daughter says about influences and understandings and acceptance; sometimes I think we mothers do things from a pure genetic instinct that has no label. Onward and upward to you both. I am so proud to call you my friend.


    • Nya Rawlyns says:

      Thank you dearest Soooz. I didn’t know your daughter was bi. Isn’t it wonderful we get to experience these amazing people we call our offspring? We are indeed many times blessed.❤ to you.

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