Hey everyone.

Bushels of thanks to whoever sorted out the problem with 'A Wild Sidey Ted'. I think I know what I did wrong, so I'm fairly sure it won't happen again.

I finally got around to publishing my WordPress Site. Still in it's infancy, but swing on by. Hope to see you there. http://gmshephard.wordpress.com

A blog on the Guardian based upon an article in the NY Times. I hope this is one trend that doesn't cross the pond, it's plain stupid and the parents should be prosecuted, it's tantamount to abuse.

If you've followed any of my blogs you know that I oft struggle with defining what I do as a writer. I know that may sound weird to some of you but it is very important to me. When writing is a hobby, you can get away with doing whatever you want and I, on occasion, will write as a hobby. When you write as a way of making an income you have to be a bit more defined in what you do. People see your name and they expect certain things from you. So for the last few months I have been trying to figure out who I am as an author. (I view being an author different from being a writer).

Having lived much of my life in the role of a Man, changing to the role of a woman has come as a great surprise to me and it has taken place over a several years. Service in the Military was interesting, but I never seemed to share the same interests as my "Band of Brothers", and by some miracle managed to serve out my term with no serious injuries, or battle trauma.

Well, I took my daughter and her mother to a local botanical garden, and they had a wonderful time. My best moment was in what they called the butterfly house, just standing still and letting these amazing beautiful creatures land on me.

Made having to spend the day in the most androgynous clothes I had and answering to my male name worth it.

...of course, is this:

Why Men Make Lousy Advice Columnists

...you see something like this on your daily commute.

RL's been a bitch this summer, and I've said and done things that have hurt people I care for. Time to go away and try try to find the calm center in my storm (again).

Well, I just had an interesting conversation with my mom. She told me that even before I was in kindergarten she worried about the fact I didn't act like a boy at all. So even if I hadn't been raped, hadn't lost my dad, I was still destined to be trans. Nice to have it confirmed by someone who knows me, someone who was there ...

Had a nasty flashback just before church started, but thankfully one of the ladies saw my distress, and sat beside me holding my hand while I cried for about 10 minutes.

For those interested....

Peter Capaldi is the 12th Doctor Who.

I never got to reading it, but I wanted to. The only thing I know of on the story is it was on this site and had a picture of a little girl in a field of flowers, arms stretched out and her back slightly arched. if I recall right, there were several chapters, but I can't recall the name

I have to say a BIG KUDOS to the mistress of the short story . The story Awakening is the longest story yet and she nailed it a very good plot with everything in it Love,Adventure,Mystery well you get the idea.
I am always amazed at how creative everybody is there is a good reason why we at BCTS are TOP SHELF.
I personally can not THANK every Author that contributes a story enough.
GOD bless all our sisters keep writing .
HUGS & KISSES Richie2

I have just received an email via the address I use solely for BCTS. This appears to be spam and thus means that someone who knows my email addy may have been compromised.

I "viewed source" and it refers to something called Zorbia which is apparently HongKong based. I didn't look any further and I didn't open it. It went in the bit bucket.

Sorry if I over blog this but Evil is just ..... well Evil.

http://www.evil-comic.com/archive/20121025.html

Their joke are so bad. Lol

And we know what happen to Dijinn

I had a dream in which I was taking part, probably not completely voluntarily, in some sort of medical experiment which involved creating a baby with genetic material from three different people, me and two women, I think. I'm not sure what the purpose of the project was, and I think the baby was incubated somehow rather than implanted in somebody's womb. Anyway, in the dream I asked the people in charge if I could breastfeed the baby myself, implicitly asking them to give me lactating breasts, and it seemed that the request could and would be granted, but I woke up.