For the last while, instead of writing stories, I have been perfecting a long held skill. That being the creation of barriers that stop me from writing those stories. Something, I'm sure in which I am not alone, but I thought I would write about some of my current favourites. If for no other reason than to start at the beginning of an idea and take it to an end.

Well, I think the title of this entry is self-explanatory, but I will explain anyway. See, I was feeling like taking a little risk, so I wore my ladies pants to church on Sunday. I have worn them around my ex before, and she hasn't noticed the difference, so I decided to give it a shot. Nobody seemed to notice, and things went well. It was rather... fun to do. Meanwhile, I am still working on Phoenix, and have decided that my attempt to focus solely on it didn't work that well. I seem to better in short bursts, even if that means its going to take me longer. Ah, well.

Second Sight Chapter three.

So THAT'S where my muse went
I don't just look it, I'm like totally getting on down with my bad self writing Second Sight

I thought my bras fit, okay... I was certainly not unhappy with the size.

Hi, everyone!

Sorry it has been 3 years. I could go into where I've been, but you'd find it boring. Suffice it to say I just have not had the opportunity to write, draw, or dress. (I take care of my disabled mother and my murdered sister's two boys and it is nigh impossible to get away for TG related stuff.)

To herald my return, I have created a new Holiday Cartoon for Valentine's Day!

A few of us are over in the chatroom, shooting the breeze. If you enjoy chatting with fellow transsexuals, crossdressers, and fans of TG fiction, come on over! We don't role-play in the room, although there's a separate role-play room you can open/join. Fetishists and chasers are not welcome in the Main Room, unless you seriously behave yourselves.

Well somehow I got chatting to Cathy Michel on Skype last night and ended up being chased by my own grey wolves.
What a bummer.

Sorry Cathy if I had to close down so suddenly. Sometimes shit just really happens and there's no way around it but to pull back and just wait for IT to go away. That's what happened for me last night. I'll get back soon. Beverly.

In the few spare minutes of time I had last night, I stumbled upon a blog that brought me to tears, but yet warmed my heart.

It's a real life story about the type of kid I write about, but this one really hit home to me because I don't live to far from where this child lives, and it's hardly a supportive place for a child with gender issues.

But she has an amazing mother, and supportive father and brothers. But mom has caught hell for letting her daughter be herself deep in the heart of the Bible belt.

The blog spot is called Cammie's Song:

http://cameronsong.blogspot.com/

Well, some of you probably can tell I am an avid reader/commenter/blogger here. (Take my word for it, if you don't) But I may have to pull back on my interaction here for a bit, so I can focus on my phoenix story (right now, at about 12,000 words, and just getting started...) The other project I would like to focus on would be taking a role in the formation of a "Best of Big Closet" book.

Here is a link from the SFWA. I seem to remember a hard science question about space travel that came up not long ago. Perhaps this can help some. :)
http://www.sfwa.org/2011/02/ten-terrific-resources-for-writi...

...I will have been a member here for four years. One wonders if Erin had known then how much I would clog up her servers whether she'd have told me to go hike? I doubt it, because this is essentially a friendly place, which she works hard to maintain and which was brought home recently to me. As many of you will know, I've had a real snorter of a cold, which has left me quite a bit under par. The number of well wishers has been very gratifying and humbling.

We have A DATE, but only roughly, A PLACE

We had the date for our Second West Coast BCTS Meet narrowed down to Saturday April second, Sunday the third, or Monday the fourth.

I pretty much took Monday out of the running, because some of need to go to work on weekdays.

I suggested that Saturday looked best, as Saturday afternoon and evening was mid-weekend, while Sunday afternoon was crowding it for anyone who had to return quite a distance.

Just found this on another website. Maria Carrillo High School senior Kayla Kearney comes out to her high school, in an assembly honoring Martin Luther King Jr. Jan 13 and 14, 2011.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=InN6bt0B8x0&feature=related

A very gutsy girl, and very well-spoken.

Well, another chapter posted. So that is caught up for now.

In other good news, one of my cousins who I haven't spoken to in almost a decade wrote me out of the blue. She wants to talk and all the time. Apparently she has known about me for a while. Well she told her sister who told her mom who told her dad who told her brother. Apparently, they all don't care about that at all. I am family and they are good with that. Even more... they think my mother is like Hitler for keeping everyone else out of the loop.

So I am stoked about that.

Something has been jabbering away at the back of my mind for some time and I'd like to share it with the Lurker Psych people here. Am I being paranoid, I don't think so, because what better way to study people of our ilk than in one of our sanctuaries?

The initial 3 or 4 years after transition were pure unmitigated hell, because of the loss of my old life, especially my family. However, the last few years have been much better; the pain having finally dulled to a manageable level.