My dog has food allergies. Poor Cuddles when she gets exposed to corn, soy or wheat breaks out in a rash and runs a fever. I had a solution to this problem in that for six months I fed her nothing but homemade dogfood, guaranteed not to contain any of her allergens.

At the end of that time, I started adding back in small amounts of commercial dogfood touted as not containing any of those ingredients. Slowly her allergies returned. Yesterday, I made the decision to go back to homemade dogfood, at least for another four or six months to clean her system.

I have been expecting to see research like this, and in time, perhaps not so much we will know why we are the way we are.

http:/ /timesofindia.indiatimes.com/home/science/Gene-alteration-turns-male-embryos-into-female-shows-study/articleshow/7059503.cms

Much peace

Khadijah

As I get older (each week in fact)my mind remember less and less of the things I knew even a month before.

I can remember reading a story by an author whose name I can't remember about a man who is falsely arrested and tossed into a woman's prison. He slowly becomes a woman to fit in better and ends up being exonerated.

Then he becomes a counselor at the center and falls in love with one of the guards.

I don't remember if that story was ever actually finished and if not whether the author ever plans to do so.

I have a question I'm hoping for some answers too. Coming up in the story very soon, there's a moment where the story has a possibility of branching off into a
side story. What I want to know is if I should branch off into the side story at that moment, taking the narrative away from the story for a few chapters or if I should continue the narrative as it is and post the side story chapters afterwards.

I would like to talk about my last two pieces together, because the one led to the other. I started working on "tears of the phoenix" because I was struggling with flashes of attraction toward men, and it was scaring me. As I had jean say, I felt like i was losing the last part of my male self, and i didnt want to. This struggle formed the first half of the story. At the same time, I was struggling with grief over Misty's "Out of the Ashes". I really hurt when Dolores died, and i wanted to say something about how her death affected me.

Well, it was a big one. I have, like so many people, a long list of old e-mals on my system, from years ago in many cases, where I have swapped with people I met on training courses, or at college, and so on. Yesterday, one of them came up as 'on line' on my instant message system,and there was a rather surprising change of name, from a clearly masculine one to an absolutely female one.

I have e-mailed the person concerned, but if by any chance they are on here, and what I think is going on is actually happening, welcome and best wishes.

My gender journey has reached an interesting point. Sometimes, I am in such pain i dont know how to function. But then, there are days like now. the pain level is less, but more steady, like Chinese water torture. I am not sure exactly what I can do about it. I have done all i can right now, or at least thats what it feels like.

Bailey Summers' story 'Bridges' is one i have been following and enjoying, and the PTSD stuff has hit a few targets in me. I posted about Jefferson Airplane's track 'Triad', and as one must, I dug out 'Crown of Creation', then 'After Bathing...' and then 'Surrealistic Pillow'
So, here I am, a geriatric tart in a Wales rugby shirt, headphones on as I listen to the music of the childhood I wish I hadn't had, a glass of wine and its friends beside me.

I can't decide if this is good or bad. I'll put some 'Country Joe' on next and drift away....sod it, I think I need to get drunk.

I stold this phrase from AE Brain, LOL But reading about it, I wonder if at least some Transgenderisim is simply a variation of protandrous dichogamous pseudohermaphroditism. I hope that none of you missed the clip on CNN where a Doctor said that for example, a Mtf Brain is more like that of a woman, and visa versa.

Hmmmmm.

Dragging the world, kicking and screaming out of the dark ages.

Khadijah

For those of you who unaware of my short story, Easy As Falling Off a Bike, according to my archivist (sounds posh dunnit) the figure above is the number of words my ramblings under one title have produced.

I think some thanks are in order (of seniority) to Erin, for allowing me to fill up her servers with my nonsense, and for providing this unique resource to the community.

To my archivists and summarisers; Holly, Ben and PS with thanks to Erin for her assistance in setting it up.

On this story... I started it weeks ago and got stalled for awhile. Thanks to Lillith's help I got past that and now the chapters just seem to tell me what is happening. I know it's kind of tedious just now, by the way, but Dylan/Dahlia has to get used to being what she is. These first chapters are about her learning that.

I promise that once that is done things are really going to be fun.

Last night several things all came together. I was looking over the first couple of parts of my story 'Catwalk Confidence'. The first thing I noticed while looking it over was boy do I need to go back and clean this up a bit. The second thing I noticed was that within the storyline, it has been almost a year since young Alex started writing in his, excuse me, her journal.

I had planned to publish "Lt Katia in Afghanistan, Ch 2, on Tuesday, but suddenly suffered some insufferable, slothful behaviour from my computer! GAH ! Good old Murphy for you. Well, it all seems to be working once again after marathon sessions with Microsoft, Norton, and AMI. It was all a bit much for a mild mannered, compliant, obedient, woman to handle, though we did avoid actual tears over it all. I did, snark snark, allow the hot sounding, Punjabi man in India to think that I might be in danger of a serious tear storm.

The idea of coming out at work is one that fills me with much trepidation.

I have something that I would like to be able to share, but I am leery of actually sharing it since it might pain some others here. Basically, I had a flashback last night, and instead of being just a victim, i thought about writing it down. The result is a nearly full description of one of the last times i was assaulted. Trouble is, too many people here have had rapes happen to them, and i have no desire to bring those memories back for them unless they can handle them. Any ideas?