Bet you thought I'd crawled into a hole or something. In truth, it was all Star Wars fault. I never realized how engrossing MMORPGS could be but now I'm back. I just finished writing Ch. 2 of I Bump Back and hope to have it posted within the day. I just thought I'd drop a line here to let everyone know that I haven't abandoned my writing duties lol.

The writing bug hit again, and this time, it demands a band - so my problem is that I need a good name for a fictitious band. Nothing real, but cool-sounding name. I hereby open the floor to suggestions. Winner gets - (drum roll please) - credit in the story. Sorry, but my bank account won't go for cash prizes.

A week or two back I stated I had to leave for personal reasons. Well it seems I'm not gone.

I not to long ago started going to a therapist and well it has been interesting.

Soooo, In an addition to my last blog, good news actually happened. My Therapist sent me an email awhile back that she forwarded from a couple of Transwomen in my area trying to set up a transwomen support group for ages 17-35. I thought I'd give it a try, extend an olive branch so to speak to help get their group off the ground and once again get a support group after Smyrc dropped me for being too old. After a few tries of getting to the group and failing, They invited me to hang out with them. Extending the olive branch back to me. I will admit, I was a bit nervous.

Where do I belong?

My body says that I'm a man. my heart, mind and soul tell me that I'm a woman.

May was a disaster health wise, beyond my fight with cancer.
I lost 4 days to chemo, ( each dose wiped me out for two days. )

This is important news from our brothers and sisters in Greece. This needs to be spread widely.

In this case the mispronunciation defines the creature better:

http://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/blog/44785/my-side-stories-i-n...

Hi everyone, I'd like some reader feedback. I didn't want to do it but I started another new story. Here's the premiss, a young boy has freakishly long eye lashes and becomes a spokes person for a cosmetics firm. I know where the story is going but I wonder what you readers would like for an ending? Should the boy transition or remain a boy? I'm having a hard time, well not that hard, trying to decide which way to go, boy or girl, actually man or woman. I've already started writing the story and it won't be hard to make it go either direction, let me know.

What happened was that a long time ago someone on this site told me they had xbox live as well so I invited them to play with me and my friends. Things were normal for a while, one of my best friends has 2 friends he grew up with that don't like me because of my aspergers. Well I invited this person to join me and my friend Justin. Well since Justin's friends mike and Justin didn't like me I understood Justin not inviting me to the group but not the person on this site.

I have information pertenant to just you, and could save you considerable pain...

Gwendolyn

Rather Ill, Have reclaimed my Children, they really did not wish to leave.

It seems that Somewhere Else Entirely has turned, without me realizing it, from a simple tale to a small industry. I have helpers tabulating names and places, proof-reading and even making maps! I even have a reader who wants to write fan fiction!

This story is no longer a one-author endeavor. What could or should I do here?

I've been on a 3 day install. Came home to an empty house. Note said they were going to Reno to see a friend in in concert, then to grammies house tillschool starts. Got a call from Brenda, Jas's assistant asking were to ship the computers. Seems Jas is closing her practice. Guess I am done, this nymph is woll find some other site. Thank you allfor. The love you have shared

Goddess Bless You. All

Love Desiree

A few weeks ago I posted a blog about my pussycat Madeline. I was almost doing it daily and didn't have the heart to keep on disappointing people day after day. For a month it looked like there was nothing left to do but to put her down. The medicine I was given didn't work and all she did was stay on the bed, immobile for hours on end unless I brought her to her food, which she barely touched.

So... I'm at a store where I shop regularly. Well, maybe I'd better preface this. First of all, my transition has gone so smoothly that I can't believe it. There have been a handful of people I knew "before" who haven't accepted it, but almost everyone has simply adjusted and moved on with their lives with me still in them.

We've been here in France a month and so far we haven't killed each other, so things must be going well, even if not the way we'd hoped or anticipated.

Earlier this year, I posted a story about the local high school electing a girl as Prom King. The local paper has an interview with her. Prom King