Read Angela's story about the big juicy Football player and the effeminate boy. Gosh, I hope they get themselves sorted.
Somehow the story hooked me into one of those teary mindsets, you know, the ones you could break out of if you wanted to. It's only about 1:30 AM here and I think I just want to wallow in my misery for a while. Yeah, just be a sloppy, weepy, pathetic old tranny that most just wish you would just shut up or die.
My mind could easily write very XXX stories, despite the fact that I can't use those stories for sexual release. My body just won't respond. Medically speaking, it is likely that the build up of scar tissue has cut off sensitivity.
For a while there was a story called, "Who The Hell Am I". I haven't seen an installment in a while. Did it exist or was it a hallucination caused by a high fever? It was NOT ,"Who Am I?"
I am looking for someone to protect a servant (Protagonist) of the Queen while she performs secret work in the Palace. This young woman answers only to Her Majesty. These soldiers must be absolutely reliable. Would that be a British Royal Marine, not a spook?
Would someone be able to give this tale a read for the correctness of British speech, customs, and Royal protocols? At this time I do not think this story will be overly large. Perhaps twenty thousand words? It may be seen as a bit of a parody on the state of the world, and not a criticism of the Royals.
I was going to again read "Deception of Choice" (I think that is the title), written by Itinerant but the story is not listed in that Author's works. (I think Itinerant wrote it). I've looked elsewhere on the Internet and not found it. This story is very important to me because reading it, and "Bike" during the really hard years helped me to not allow things to end badly.
If I've gotten the facts muddled up, can someone help me please?
I just finished reading the entirety of a certain very large story here, and it took me 3 months. Wow, what an epic! It is very well written and caused me to do considerable self examination.
It helped me immeasurably in dealing with the antics of Jabba The Hutt.
There always seems to be quite a lot of young T folk on YouTube, and most are too over the top and exhibitionistic, as youth are wont to be. Don't mean to offend anyone. This old bat is past all that, so I live very quietly most of the time. It's possible to make comments on their blogs, and I used to get replies. For reasons unknown, I can no longer get replies on YouTube.
I've been doing a lot of thinking about how to develop a realistic female character. In the press, movies and TV, their all exaggerated so of little value to me. Besides, in real life, what woman runs around with her butt pushed out and her tits threatening to escape their confinement?
Church or the Mosque are rotten places to observe the natural woman, so I've sat in shopping centers to glean what I could.
In re-reading a certain story by a UK Author, I've been exploring authentic recipes of the isles. It was a pleasant surprise to actually discover what a Bacon Sarnie and Chips are. As near as I can tell the bacon used is simply Canadian Bacon between slices of bread. I used very non acid Mayonnaise (can't use anything tomato) and a few sliced pickles. Deep fried "fries" cause me intestinal ructions, so to find baked and seasoned, thickly sliced potatoes in an international store were a pleasant surprise.
I was taking a break on YouTube and happened to start a video called StarCraft 2. In the clip, they were involved in some sort of boring space war as usual. The male soldiers were completely covered in this combat Armor while the female soldier was in a form fitting body suit that left her Ass and back completely naked.
Sadly, I think that some of the stories here come as a result of watching those videos, or playing those games, or reading those books, or comics.
Doing an extensive GI to my apartment and find I have two old Computers lying around. Both were working when I shut them down. One is a big ASUS N50V. Laptop. The sticker says it has VISTA in it but I know it has Linux because I bought it from a place that only sells them used with Linux. I'll likely leave the HD, of unknown size in it. I never really learned Linux, so didn't put anything on it.
The other is a Dell XPS 430 with NO hard drive. I'll remove it for security.
I'm looking for two Science Fiction books that I read "about" 20 years ago. I can not remember if one of the characters was TG or anything.
In the story was a character who had a machine something like a spinning wheel in which they cut the spools of time and spliced it, thus altering time.
I'm thinking of writing a tale about a person of indeterminate gender who mostly lives as a woman. This person supports herself by writing code, sometimes nefariously. The world is well advanced into a threatening Global Warming cycle that has been happening for over three generations, and surprisingly humanity is so pressed to survive that wars and most criminality has stopped, but not before over half the population is gone.
I've had several notices from the Hospital that I should attend there to see the Endo department. It seemed clear to me that they were going to do an Endoscopy, which end, I have no idea. Their persistence led me to imagine that there was something emergent going on in my bowels, and that caused me to be nervous enough to not sleep well last night.
I hope this sounds full on pissed off and not whiney.
I've been out and living as a woman since 2004, and have been treated by the normals (Muggles) amazingly well, though in the last year, it has been getting more and more difficult to pass well.
In the past, I know there were readers and authors here that were prepubescent, and that age ranged up to the very old, like me.
It is not likely that I'll be attempting anything of great length any longer, but short stories feel within my capabilities. I've got several things baking in the oven and I have concerns about the maturity of the stories because of the potentially young readers. Some write some really lurid stories, and some of them may be written by young authors, but that is their concern, not mine.
Recently I saw a Russian made movie about Aliens crashing (After they were shot down by a Russian Cowboy fighter Pilot) in downtown Moscow (?) It was a very good movie in spite of the fact that I do not speak Russian. I am hoping that someone can name the lead Military man, and the girl who fell in love with the Alien. Anything else would be a bonus. I'd rather not simply call them Boris and Natasha.
I am thinking of writing a short fan fiction sequel.
I no longer have the patience to try to log onto Forums, but I did see a thread from someone that has my sympathy. They live in a state that wouldn't know what to do with a T folk if someone hit them with a ball bat.
I'd just like to suggest that there are places to live that are much more progressive, Oregon and California being two. It was about two months from the time I came out until my legal documentation was changed over, except for my Birth Certificate which is very easy and I still have not done.
I go to a place called Religious Forums a lot. It has everyone from Atheists to Baptists there, and for some strange reason, two men, one a Buddhist, and the other a Baha'i are attracted to me, apparently because I'm so obsessive and broad in my research. I don't write worth a hoot, but love research.
What a strange feeling to have a man interested. I've already said there will be no sex.
Each of us makes our own internal, mental adjustments to accommodate the reality which we face. Sometimes, that reality is bitter and painful, and I think that all of us have faced a time like that to one extent or another.
On BBC, there is an interesting piece about Third Gender on Islands east of Panama. It seems that little boys who feel like girls just live that way, with full acceptance of the community. I guess going the other way is OK too. No word about any surgeries.
I remember reading another article about the Marsh people of southern Iraq who did the same way. Saddam all but exterminated them.
You see Virginia, there is some sanity in the world.
Not sure what is going on. I've lost a few files, one that I was ready to publish. My screen print size is gone round the bend, so it looks like it is time to switch machines.
For the purposes of a story or perhaps real life, I am wondering how far a rider can push a bike in a day? For my purposes, my bike has been quite nice with the gear ratios being to my liking but perhaps a bit low. My tires are 700 x 32 (what does that even mean?) with a maximum inflation of 75 psi, which I routinely run at 80 psi. It's got a Shimano sprocket set. The frame is one of those crosses between a high bar and a drop frame. I'm very tender, so there will be no high bar frame.
Due to a past broken C-6, I ride upright. 9-11 MPH is fine for me.
I've been trying to work out if I have any sexual attraction for a long time, with no luck.
So today I was driving along near the Res. and I saw this huge Indian with long black hair, a Police uniform, he was a Sergeant, and all the cop junk on his uniform. Something in me liked what it saw and went Rowrrrr.
No, wait stupid, haven't you been bragging about you're being Celibate?
I thought about it for a while and realized that I did not want to do the nasty with him, I just wanted to crawl up in his lap, curl up and sleep.
I have been reading Shadows blade's story about Rohanna and find it entertaining. There are, however some unanswered questions.
I think that several Authors have written about Aunghadhail, though I do not remember who. In one story, Aunghadhail is killed. I do not know who originated these tales about Aunghadhail, though in this story it seems possible that Rohanna and Aunghadhail may come to a truce of sorts.
Did one of my evening escapes to try to get my lil ole haid to screw on and went to a Red Robin hamburger joint. Things were busy but I sat with my pin and pad trying to work out a story idea. My food came and I had a bit of Hair of the Dog also.
Finishing up, there was one of those computers on the table to pay with. While I was trying to work out how to badger that thing into responding to me, the waitress came up and said that the people across the way had paid my bill. ??? My first response was, "why would they do that"?
Out on a "Girl's Night Out" last night, eating fried Chicken and Potato slabs. My friend, a GG, said to me that perhaps I did not learn to be female, that perhaps I had always been acting this way, and then decided to clothe it more authentically?
So, my latest story is out, and admittedly I should have split it in two. Perhaps, what I had thought of as my "style", should have had an editor fix it? I don't want my writing to be like it just came out of an English Composition class, so maybe somewhere between? I wanted it to portray speakers that were not English or US folk.
It is obvious that my High School English teacher would be having a fit.
Or can it be that the readership just did not want normal, nonviolent Middle Easterners?
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