A very long time ago, when i was just admitting to myself who i am, i scrawled out these lines.

Today we in America celebrate another holiday. Memorial Day. For some it means having to work, while for others it means a day off. For some today is another day they have to work, be it for themselves or their family. For others its a chance to get together and celebrate the coming of summer. Kids thinking of the long days in the sun an having fun with friends. Others will plan summer vacations and hopefully have a chance to recharge from work, away from cell phones, deadlines and other unwanted interruptions. Today may just mean hanging with friends and having a cookout.

For all the Love that was sent. We found Jas, She is in the hospital, the twins are with her, and I will be heading back soon. Again thank you All so very Much

Goddess Bless you All

It's not true that Whizz has gained control of Bike and plans to sell it to addicts at an inflated price.

well, after church today, the Affirm group met to discuss the upcoming Pride week, and one of the things that will take place is a special lunch on Sunday after the service, followed by a guest speaker. During this conversasion, my poem "Dear God" got mentioned, and in the end they would like me to read it aloud at this lunch.

I cant remember the last time I spoke in front of people, so this could be interesting on that front, but I'm incredably humbled to be asked.

It will be on June 9th, and I'm hoping someone can film it so I can make a link afterward.

So happy the twins got home last night, but Jasmine has not been home in a week now, and been having a hard time reaching her even through the Myst. The girls asked where thier father was, why he was not there when i picked them up. They have talked to Jas via Vid chat and said they loved their new mom. So things should be great but. I wish I knew what was going on with my Beloved, I guess it is sort of my fault, I spent 3 days buried in code catching up, before I noticed Jas had not been home. That's when I found out Jas had not been in her office and her phone and tablet are there.

"the name you choose is like a promise you make"

I Told You So!

For those of you who have asked about the TG content of Jihad, here it is!

I got a package from the clinic where, God willing, I will be getting my SRS done. While I could spend my time wishing and dreaming about the day I'm post-op, I've decided to take another approach. I'm going to enjoy the now, be grateful for what I have, and try my best to keep looking on the bright side of things. I will probably slip once in a while, and sometimes, I will suffer from depression or PTSD attacks, but I'm really going to do my best to keep my head up.

Wish me luck, okay?

I should have included the readers of Big Closet as well. Sorry about that.

A local TV station did a consumer piece about the No-No Hair Removal System

http://pittsburgh.cbslocal.com/2013/05/22/does-it-really-do-...

My "Girl Card" is punched. Anyone who wants to hate me for what I am about to say is quite welcome to do so. I do not claim this to be a scholarly, authoritative document. It is my opinion.

seem to be working okay today.

So there is new stuff here and on my site and some of the links work too!

I'm sure that some non-trans woman reading this blog will sniff and say I'm getting my girl card punched way too easily. I mean, there are a few things cisgendered girls go through I will never deal with. The most obvious example is periods - I will never know the "joy" of bleeding, of feeling bloated, cramped, and so on that accompanies having a monthly cycle. I'm sure said woman can add other things as well, but before she gets too carried away with herself, there are a couple of things I have gone through most cisgendered women never would.

I ran across this article while web surfing and I thought it might be of interest.

http://sports.yahoo.com/news/mma--fallon-fox--transgender-mm...

Hugs
Grover

My name is Wendy Jean M. It was William (Bill) M, and in the eyes of the government it still is. This will be corrected soon enough. I am 56 years old, and am transitioning from male to female (MtF).

Those of you who know me are already aware of the killer depression (literally) I went through. If not for the love of family, whom I love more than myself, I would be gone now. I’ve beat the depression, though traces still remain.

I held my wife close when she started sobbing again.

The police officer turned to me and asked, "Can you tell me what happened, sir?"

"Her armpit hairs are missing," I answered.