"Getting Back To Me"

from girl to boy to woman
by Scottie Jeanette Madden

Amazon bestseller describes
"Bold Journey in an Unflinching & Articulate Memoir"

... the realtime account of the coming out of a respected adventure filmmaker, taken from her journal entries as she leaves “white male privilege” to embrace truth, grace and womanhood. Her gut-wrenching journey of love, acceptance & honesty becomes the ultimate survival show.

Scottie didn’t make it easy on herself. Like many late-stage trans women, Scottie had made one helluva guy; husband of 26 years, the only son, the big brother and legendary adventurer uncle. Everything in her life screamed "Alpha Male."
No one could guess that Scottie, a top survival show runner who's reputation for leading über-male productions in the world’s most dangerous locations, was losing a lifelong battle for her soul.

It takes true love from her wife of 26 years for Scottie to shake off fifty years of expectations of her family, society and herself to dismantle the walls of a self-imposed prison.

Scottie’s articulate and insightful perspective shines new light on the transgender experience, but it's her deeply personal confession told with unflinching clarity, inspiring courage, and engaging humor, that makes her story a must read for any human, of any persuasion. Hers is a love story that will inspire and affirm anyone.

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"Scottie Madden has written an intimate, and at turns funny, outspoken memoir of personal transformation that kept me turning the page for the next eye-opening revelation."
~Valerie C. Woods, Author, Screenwriter, Publisher, BooksEndependent LLC

"Love Courage and Comittment ~ a story who's time has come.

Scottie has written an passionate true love story. Her struggle is revealed with humor, bare raw emotion and the deep burden of what is is like to live a lie each day of her life. This is not an easy accomplishment and Scottie has done it with perfection. No where in the transgender conversation in the media has anyone been able to express the many many layers and complexities the journey to living the truth is really like. A love story of another, of self and of Self. The beautiful unfolding takes us to the depth of friendship, remarkable marriage and the birth of a new version of a human life. Marcy, Scottie's beloved wife is remarkable and compassionate beyond compare. This is a story of stellar courage and commitment and this is only the beginning of Scottie Madden."
By Patricia on November 30, 2015

"Riveting! Tragic hero turns triumphant heroine. If you believe love conquers all, this book will inspire you to go for more of THAT. Formidable, fearless, lively, and, above all, charmingly fun. Scottie, a Hollywood "survival show" show runner, brings you safely along with her to the outer edges of anyone's ability to confront dangerous private truths...takes you on a wild ride overlooking the breathtaking canyons of the soul of a woman."
~ Sally Park Rubin, author: The Overfunctioning Woman's Handbook:

"Ms. Madden Knows How to Tell a Story Completely compelling -- I could barely put it down -- well-told, smart, funny book. Such a positive window into the story of a one person becoming more deeply herself. It is also a love story that is honest, rich, and beautiful. Please know you are going to love it, it's a book where the wisdom and love are given their day -- and that's never easy. But it IS truly soul-deepening. Go ahead, and trust Scottie! I did, and I'm sure glad."
~Nick Ingram

"Buckle Up! Scottie's book is a revelation, and a love story. Her exuberance about life jumps off the page and the reader is taken on a wild, headlong ride to clarity and the power of love, with a side of extreme survival show maneuvers both in front of and behind the camera."

"I just have to tell you that I am struck at the beauty and the poignancy and just the wonder of her story. It just flows and it's so exciting. Spread the word - this is a GREAT READ."
~Eileen Flaxman - UCLA Film & Television Archives

Throughout this love story . . .no, this adventure, no, this mystery, no, this intimate expose of self-discovery, I am enthralled by the suspense, the intrigue, and, OK, yes, even the humor that unfolds before my eyes as I grapple with the emotional roller-coaster the author describes.

I am captivated. Superb writing brings tears to my eyes, makes me smile inside, makes my palms sweat, makes my heart ache ...
Here's a taste:
"He stands for a moment as if frozen in midair. His lip trembles. A tear crawls from one eye, catches the faint available light, runs down his cheek. 'Mylove,' he stammers, 'I ... don't know who I am ...'

"That was the last coherent sentence I uttered, as a tsunami of over 40 years of confusion, pain and what I would later learn as denial, flooded from my mouth, threatening to wash away Mylove, our marriage and hope forever."

There is a myriad of lessons to be learned from this writing. It's one thing for someone to have such feelings and emotions, but it's another thing to share them with the world in such a vivid portrayal. Many will benefit from reading this book.

Courage and honesty on every page. Well done, Ms. Madden!
CG

"Such a great book written by a great woman. Scottie's insight, honesty, humor and vulnerabilities make this a truly wonderful book to enjoy. I have no doubt this book will serve to support others going through transition as well as create a "personal" experience of "knowing someone" who is/has gone through these life issues. This kind of experience helps us to feel less separate and creates connection that only benefits us all."
B.A.

"This is a beautiful, warm and humorous story of a woman finally having no choice but to live the life she knew, even as a child, she was born to live. She describes in great detail the emotional and physical processes, and false starts, that she went through as her path became choiceless. This book is a far cry from Caitlyn Jenner's producer-assisted story. This is truth - beautiful in all the joy and pain the author describes."
Yoga Betteon

"It makes me wonder how many of us are living their truth and how easy it is to hide.

Scottie had me hooked in the first chapter. What a life! I makes me wonder how many of us are living their truth and how easy it is to hide. Thank you for your brave journey. I learned more about myself reading this book then I would have ever imagined."

"Getting Back to Me", by Scottie Jeanette Madden, is an absolute must-read; a compelling and astounding journey of inner-exploration and self-reconciliation, which is relevant to both everyone and anyone. Through her witty, charismatic and incredibly insightful, diary-style account; Scottie presents this epic tale of 'a soul in the wrong wrapping paper' with such unflinching honesty, that you won't perceive 'gender' in the same way, ever again.

From the very first moment; Scottie's beautiful, brave and magnetic personality jumps right off every page: I could just not put this book down. As 'he' becomes 'she', it's the tiny details and revealing observations which make it such a vibrant read; full of poignant moments woven throughout a rich tapestry of human relationships. Scottie not only survives her awe-inspiring journey, but also thrives in this new world; helped by supporting, loving family and friends who flex, fix and re-weave around her in spun-gold.

Our friend Scottie - the artist, the producer, the author - intrepidly shines a blazing spotlight of truth through the layers; to show clearly and triumphantly that what really matters is, of course, love. This book is a complete inspiration, particularly to anyone who feels restricted by society, or the expectations, limitations or pressures we place on ourselves; the roles we all play - it might just make you wonder to yourself - 'what will you do now with the gift of your left life'?
J.L.

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Scottie's Journal - from the California Leg of the "Getting Back To Me" signing party tour:

The California Leg of Scottie’s Getting Back to Me Book Launch & Signing Tour for 2015 is a Wrap!

I love this time of the year – that ultra chill time between “The Empress of Holidays” & The New…

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Week four, stop one. (Or six over all… I know, I know, this whole week thingy is a… well, gotta see it thru, right?) WOODLAND HILLS – BOOK SIGNING AND CHRISTMAS COOKIE EXCHANGE!

It’s… well, the next morning and I couldn’t sleep – I am still buzzing from the love in my own…

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Tour Journal – Week Three, Stop Two (or for those of you doing new math, stop number 5) Book signing & Fundraiser @Savana-Channelle Winery, Saratoga CA with the LGBTQ Youthspace

Okay, I’m starting out now with straight-up telling you, I am blessed. By now, you know how I have the…

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Okay, you’re right, I’m not the first girl to walk this path, but when I found myself at the edge of the abyss called “unknown” with vertigo pulling me ever forward, I still believed I had a sworn duty to skirt the edge. Even when I saw others defy gravity, I felt grounded. My path just wasn’t as obvious as theirs. I didn’t have a “hell” to leave.
Until I’m honest with myself.
Which is hard for me to do. It’s what got me in trouble, deep trouble. I’m compelled to tell my story for that one person who finds herself (or himself) like me, lost in a house of mirrors of her own making. The kind of girl who, instead of searching for a way out, just makes another mirror; the kind of girl who didn’t trust herself to trust herself.
This is for the girl or boy out there who has convinced themselves that they aren’t worthy of going from “there” to here. The kind of girl who learned never to trust that mirror, but never stopped praying to it everyday.

Because one day, the mirror answers. . .

First Series hosted solely by a Trans Woman Debuts

Historic Television Show ~
First Series hosted solely by a Trans Woman Debuts
"Royal T with Queen Victoria Ortega"

“Royal T with Queen Victoria Ortega” is a 30 minute news and public affairs series that will premiere Oct. 24th on LATV, with new episodes dropping weekly. The show is broadcast over the air in the Los Angeles market, distributed via cable thru spectrum, freevee, tubi, hulu & crackle. It’s also widely seen throughout the Latin American & Hispanic markets (we have great support from the tourism board of Spain) on both streaming on the LATV.com website and the LATV app.

Zuzubean Press' Co-Founder, Scottie Jeanette Madden, the series Showrunner explains, "In each episode, Her Majesty recognizes, honors and celebrates the excellence of the Trans & Non-Binary Community. Joining the Queen each time is a co-host who will help explore a theme or subject of importance to Her subjects, be it Hot topics affecting Her community, or celebrating the stars, scholars and leaders that inspire the world with their brilliance. We're especially proud of our crew from The Queen as host Showrunner, Director, Writer Camera Operators, Glam & Camera Ops, we are 70% Trans & NonBinary & our Allies, the Staff Technical Crew, and Owners of LATV have embraced us and supported us in making history. "

Queen Victoria has 25 years as one of the city’s first and certainly effective advocates for the community and the LGBTQIA+ community at large. She served as one the first co-creators and managers of LA LGBT Transgender Initiatives, (LA LGBT Center/organization is largest in the world.) She has been the founding member of several organizations in the Southern California region including the co-founder and chief visionary officer for the first of its kind, Connie Norman Transgender Empowerment Center located in Hollywood California.

The show is the first of its kind, blending the Queen’s brand of “get it done” service/community activism with her trademark spicy wit, broad knowledge and intel of the Trans & NB community through her global network of Trans & NB thought leaders and courageous wisdom. The show is fast-paced, inspiring, and fierce.

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TDOR Honored 2023 with performance by TCLA

Zuzubean Press's co-founder Scottie Jeanette Madden & Queen Victoria Ortega created this memorial for TDOR 2023, during the production of "Royal T with Queen Victoria Ortega." Says Madden, "we were looking for way to honor TDOR in a way that would be elevated to Queen Victoria's quote that 'TDOR should stand for Transgender day of Resilience.' The Trans Chorus of Los Angeles' Artistic Director, Abdullah Hall, was interviewed for Royal T, and explained the origin of the song Courage to be how we are" written by Ruth Huber, dedicated to the memory of Gwen Araujo.

Here at Zuzubean Press, we've tried over the years to deal with the waterfall of feels that this day brings each year. Rage, despair, outrage, sadness, more rage, and a whole host of words that should never follow the word Transgender & Nonbinary, ever. The TDOR vigils and ceremonies and services for the murder of our siblings is both triggering for the living and too late for the lives lost by the mostly Black & brown women, who were, many times, disrespected even in their deaths.

We are intrigued by some leaders in our community referring to today as TDORR with the second are standing for Resilience. This may be the better way of referring to this day, as it maintains the respect for us all, connected as we are to our siblings, and most certainly for the chosen family of the lost while at the same time seeing the resilience we have and are; but the better solution is for our allies to join us in removing the need for having this day at all. This day was always marked to call for a complete and utter stop to this violence. It was hoped to be a wake-up call to action and never a yearly memorial. Say. Their Names. They are remembered and we all are Resilience in human form.

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Another Taste of "Getting Back To Me" = The Introduction

Another taste of "Getting Back To Me" - The Introduction

I knew being who I really am wasn’t in the cards for me. So I came up with a noble plan. I would earn my womanhood next lifetime by being everyone’s best man this go-around.
Which almost worked.
It all started with a simple question – How could my life be so wrong? I was known for being not only happy but “too god damned exuberant!” Well, if that was true, then how could those thoughts and feelings that stalked the “happy” – constantly hanging over it, like bats in a cave – be so consumed with “it?”
If I closed my eyes “it” was there.
When I opened them, “it” was still there.
When I was happy, “it” was there to dim the light.
When I was sad, “it” would seize the moment and blow up my depression to epic proportions.
Nothing could ever dispel the darkness when “it” descended. Despite all I did to hide “it,” run from “it,” and keep “it” behind fortress walls, “it” became stronger. “It” was the terminal denial I learned to use to imprison myself, a choking black smoke so thick it drowned out the pounding of fists pleading for release from the dungeon:
I am, and always have been, a woman.
But the above statement means nothing, certainly not worthy of the crushing weight described, unless you know that my body had been born a boy, forced to live a boy’s life, destined to die a false and ultimately lonely death. This crime was perfect in its undeniable plausibility: I was the firstborn, my father’s only son, my mother’s “baby,” and my three little sisters’ “big bro.” I cherished my position, loving the responsibility of caring, watching over and protecting them more than oxygen.
Life kept trying to affirm the mirror’s male reflection. I was all boy: good at sports, a leader, captain and coach. As I grew older, I found true love and heavenly marriage.
As a filmmaker/television producer in the adventure-documentary world, “success” was my armor of choice and I hid myself behind a carefully constructed “dude” who was at home in the gritty outdoor arena of remote mountaintops and dense jungles. I developed a hard-won reputation for leading my crews into some of the most dangerous places in the world and then home again safely, and military alpha-wolves to places not even they dreamed of conquering. And they all trusted me as the one who has been there, done that, with heavier equipment.
I had built a great guy named Scott.
He was a good man, damnit, and I was killing myself to insure that.
He wasn’t a lie, a fake or an imposter, but steward and stand-in for the me locked away by my own hand.
It took until this past year to really accept that. But it’s one thing to accept the cause of the suffocating veil that hung over my life, sticking to every thought, prayer and feeling. . .
And quite another to do something about it.

When “it” didn’t go away, never got outgrown, became harder and harder to ignore, and I still didn’t do anything about it, Grace had to take over for me. And for once, I was smart enough and strong enough to get out of its way.

But I’m getting ahead of myself…
Scottie Jeanette Christine Madden, Summer 2015

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Another Taste of "Just Because My Husband's A Woman" - Chapter 1

Another Taste of "Just Because My Husband's A Woman" - Chapter 1 Snapshot

I am not new to the marriage game. For a while, I started to believe that I got married a few times just because I liked a party thrown in my honor! That's not really true. I was looking for love (OK, you can finish the lyric, if you know it!). But where did that searching come from? Why was finding love so important to me? I think it started very early from experiences in my childhood. Here's a snapshot of my early years.

I grew up in a storybook setting in the '50s. We lived in a large, Century-old colonial house on a hill in Fitchburg, Massachusetts. We had 3.5 acres of land surrounded by woods and other large homes which were occupied with friends to match all the generations in our family. We were safe and free to be out all day until dusk during the summer. We could take off on endless bike rides or swim in a neighbor's pool. I can completely call on all my senses to take me back there again.

My friend, Barbie, lived just up the hill. I could cut through her grandparents' property, past that swimming pool where the whole neighborhood was welcome, and then cross the country street to Barbie's house. We'd play for hours, acting out scenes from our girlhood fantasies with her giant doll house, or in the woods behind their home where we would kiss trees pretending they were our boyfriends. Troy Donahue for Barb, Tab Hunter or Richard Chamberlain for me. A punchline on that comes later.

I can hear Mrs. Kemp's voice as clear as it was then when she would call to us and say, "Barb, Dear, it's time for Marce to run along home."
When we weren't playing house or off on a bike adventure, Barbie, and our assorted siblings and neighbors, would be at the pool for hours on end during the summer.
Another regular was our splash-happy Welsh Terrier, Rusty, who had to join in every game we played.

We'd be in the water until our parents called us out because we were shivering and our lips were blue. Barbie and I would lie side-by-side on our towels that we'd spread out on the grass. The sun was warm, and we'd drink it in because we were shivering so hard. Then there was that feeling of just starting to warm up, the shivers getting more intermittent, right when a cloud would pass over. Torture!
I'd watch the cloud as it took its time to drift across the sun and steal my warmth. Any time now that I can go outside, lie on my back and look at the sky, I am instantly transported to those sweet, long days of summer when life was so carefree. I smell the grass and the subtle scent of chlorine from the pool mixed with the cigarette smoke of the adults. I hated that they smoked, but there was something about that mixture of odors that was pleasing to me then.

My parents had a very loving relationship. They looked happy, talked to each other all the time, and my father always gave my mother a movie dip kiss when he came home from work at the end of the day. Then they would sit and have cocktails while he downloaded his various work challenges. He wasn't just venting, he was looking for her wisdom to help him with whatever the situation was. And she did. She was bright and an accomplished student of human nature.

So, with my parents' obvious love and my Richard Chamberlain tree kisses, I did have a storybook picture of what my Prince Charming would be like, and how we would be so in love, so loving, forever.

Lest my description of my early years in Fitchburg sounds too idyllic, it wasn't always peace and love. And, as I look back on that time, I have become more clear about how many conflicting, or at least confusing, messages I got.
In fact, delving into what went into making me me for this memoir has brought up some memories I'd completely forgotten, and that turns out to be quite poignant. I'll point them out as we go along, but the end result is that I can see the patterns that kept recurring in my life better-the weaving of events and my experiences of them, and how that shaped my understanding of life, love and relationships.

I was the third kid of four in my family. Brother one, then two years later, brother two, then four years later, me, then four years later, brother three.
When people would ask my mother how many kids she had, she'd say, "I have four boys and one's a girl." Conflicting message number one!

In light of where this story is going, I think we can all agree that little tidbit is somewhat ironic. Right?

From the time I was one year old, my grandparents lived with us until their deaths. My grandfather had been a very successful businessman in Cleveland, Ohio, and even played baseball in the minor leagues. It was a blow to him as well as my grandmother and my mother when he lost everything in the stock market crash. My dad, generous beyond belief, took in his in-laws to live with us just about the time I was born.

We called my grandfather "Doden." I think that we had adopted the name my mother had always called him. He was not well by the time he was living with us, so he wasn't very visible. He kept to his room and was off limits to us for the most part. If baseball was on TV, that's where he was. I just have two memories of Doden that stand out to me. One is of the day he fixed my roller skates.

I had the old-fashioned kind that had a special key to unlock the frame so they could be shortened or lengthened depending on your shoe size. They then attached to the bottom of your shoes. Even though he was in the middle of watching a baseball game on IV, Doden turned to me when I came into his room with my skates and took to adjusting them so they would fit on my shoes and I could go skating. That time stands out to me, I guess because it was one of the few instances when he paid attention to me. He was focused on helping me out, and I loved that expression of caring. In fact, I remember his smile when he handed me back my skates. It has stayed with me since.

The other memory is of one of our family dinners: We always gathered in the dining room for a formal dinner at night. My dad would put on a sport coat for the occasion and my mother would have cooked a full, delicious meal, healthy by the standards of the day. I would set the table with placemats, candles, silverware and napkins. We would have some form of meat—steak, roast, leg of lamb-that my dad would carve at the sideboard. He would hand me plates after serving the meat, and I would take them to the assigned places at the table. Vegetables and potatoes or salad would be in silver dishes on the table where we would serve ourselves and then pass them on. When we were all home, there would be eight of us at the table for a sit-down dinner-my parents, we four children and my two grandparents. We would often spend hours there in the candlelight talking about our day or playing some form of word game.
There were also ample table manner lessons! Though that felt tedious and overbearing at the time, I've since become grateful for knowing to sit up straight, what forks to use for what, how to serve from the left; take from the right, etc. It means I can go anywhere and be appropriate, even at the most formal of dinner occasions.
But it's not as if these nights were stiff and somber! We laughed and joked and punned all through the meal. And the household was relaxed enough that our parakeet, Friday, was free to fly around wherever he pleased. One night, he joined us in the dining room during dinner. He stomped around on the table surface, sometimes land on the nose of dad's (bird!) hunting dog who was trying to remember that this bird was different and he must not touch it. After a couple such excursions, Friday proceeded to fly back to the table and land squarely in the mashed potatoes on my grandfather's plate. That was cause enough for us to giggle, but when he proceeded to fly up onto Doden's mostly bald head, we lost it! He walked around leaving dollops of potato all across Doden's scalp, some of it getting tangled in what hair he had left. Doden was equally amused at the bird's antics, but then my mother signaled to my brother, Morgan, to remove the bird and put him in his cage for the rest of our meal. I love remembering those events fondly because, as I said, Doden was away in his room most of the time and I didn't see him much.

On the other hand, my grandmother was very visible and involved in our everyday life. Our nickname for her was "Ava," don't ask me why. She helped out with the housework wherever she could, and she also became our self-appointed babysitter/nanny whenever my parents weren't home. And she was very ... strict! She definitely believed in dishing out punishment when we disobeyed her or did something wrong in her book. Spilling and breaking things was at least a misdemeanor.

Then there were capitol offenses. For example, some of those long bike rides I took royally pissed off my grandmother. She did not appreciate that I was gone so long without anyone knowing where 1 was. Time for a lesson!

We had a large forsythia bush out at the end of the driveway. Beautiful, delicate, yellow blossoms, and the best, flexible branches for making switches to whip our legs with. How stupid was I that I obeyed my grandmother when she sent me out to cut a switch—for me! I'd bring back a branch and watch her break off the flowers, and then came the stinging pain on my calves and the sharp words in her piercing voice.

Of course, this is regarded as abuse now. Luckily (smartly?), I didn't succumb to the switch much; I was a good girl! It was my brothers who drew the fire. I learned the power of honesty. I don't think they have yet!

You may ask if my parents knew about these disciplinary actions. I'm sure this would horrify them. They never laid a hand on us. But I think we kids were afraid enough of my grandmother that we didn't tell on her.
My mother told stories about how she had grown up with Ava's abusiveness herself. She was a wild, independent spirit that could not be tamed by harsh words of being yanked around by her hair. I know that she was determined...

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"Getting Back To Me"

Amazon bestseller describes
"Bold Journey in an Unflinching & Articulate Memoir"

Scottie's Journal - from the California Leg of the "Getting Back To Me" signing party tour:

The California Leg of Scottie’s Getting Back to Me Book Launch & Signing Tour for 2015 is a Wrap!

Week four, stop one. (Or six over all… I know, I know, this whole week thingy is a… well, gotta see it thru, right?) WOODLAND HILLS – BOOK SIGNING AND CHRISTMAS COOKIE EXCHANGE!

Tour Journal – Week Three, Stop Two (or for those of you doing new math, stop number 5) Book signing & Fundraiser @Savana-Channelle Winery, Saratoga CA with the LGBTQ Youthspace

Excerpts from "Getting Back To Me"

FORWARD

Scottie Jeanette Christine Madden

Writer, Director, Producer, Author

Scottie Jeanette Christine Madden

Writer, Director, Producer, Author

"Getting Back To Me"

Amazon bestseller describes "Bold Journey in an Unflinching & Articulate Memoir"

Scottie's Journal - from the California Leg of the "Getting Back To Me" signing party tour:

The California Leg of Scottie’s Getting Back to Me Book Launch & Signing Tour for 2015 is a Wrap!

​Week four, stop one. (Or six over all… I know, I know, this whole week thingy is a… well, gotta see it thru, right?) WOODLAND HILLS – BOOK SIGNING AND CHRISTMAS COOKIE EXCHANGE!

​Tour Journal – Week Three, Stop Two (or for those of you doing new math, stop number 5) Book signing & Fundraiser @Savana-Channelle Winery, Saratoga CA ​with the LGBTQ Youthspace

Excerpts from "Getting Back To Me" FORWARD

Scottie Jeanette Christine Madden

Writer, Director, Producer, Author

Scottie Jeanette Christine Madden

Writer, Director, Producer, Author

First Series hosted solely by a Trans Woman Debuts

Royal T with Queen Victoria Ortega

Historic Television Show ~ First Series hosted solely by a Trans Woman Debuts "Royal T with Queen Victoria Ortega"

TDOR Honored 2023 with performance by TCLA

TDOR Honored 2023 with performance by TCLA

TDOR Honored 2023 with performance by TCLA

Another Taste of "Getting Back To Me" = The Introduction

Another taste of "Getting Back To Me" - The Introduction

Scottie Jeanette is guest on "Forged In Fire: LGBTQ+ Leadership" Podcast

Scottie Jeanette is guest on "Forged In Fire: LGBTQ+ Leadership" Podcast

Scottie Jeanette is guest on "Forged In Fire: LGBTQ+ Leadership" Podcast

WORLD PREMIERE "PROUD In a Pandemic" WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 8th, 2023

WHAT A NIGHT! WORLD PREMIERE "PROUD In a Pandemic" WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 8th, 2023

Proud In A Pandemic premiers before a sold out crowd!

Dropped on Valentine's Day - "Episode 99 - From Survivor to Thriver"

Dropped on Valentine's Day - "Episode 99 - From Survivor to Thriver"

Another Taste of "Just Because My Husband's A Woman" - Chapter 1

Another Taste of "Just Because My Husband's A Woman" - Chapter 1 Snapshot

Amazon bestseller describes
"Bold Journey in an Unflinching & Articulate Memoir"

Week four, stop one. (Or six over all… I know, I know, this whole week thingy is a… well, gotta see it thru, right?) WOODLAND HILLS – BOOK SIGNING AND CHRISTMAS COOKIE EXCHANGE!

Tour Journal – Week Three, Stop Two (or for those of you doing new math, stop number 5) Book signing & Fundraiser @Savana-Channelle Winery, Saratoga CA with the LGBTQ Youthspace

Excerpts from "Getting Back To Me"

FORWARD

Historic Television Show ~
First Series hosted solely by a Trans Woman Debuts
"Royal T with Queen Victoria Ortega"

WHAT A NIGHT!
WORLD PREMIERE "PROUD In a Pandemic" WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 8th, 2023