For those who've followed the twisting turning path that is my life, caring enough to drop a note, or lift up a prayer, thank you.
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Fortunately, this isn't about drama. Not about rejection, divorce, hostility or any other negative emotion.Nor is it about weight loss or weight gain, physical problems, or the vagaries of my doctors. All of those are present, it's just they've taken a backseat to something I'd nearly forgotten exists.
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Acceptance.
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I've been watching the last few days, and I rolled over to 9 years 12 months! Ten years of Big Closet.

Sure looks LOTS better then it did then

So, YEAH!! for my favorite sight!!!

Beth

"There are few things Chocolate Chip Cookis can't make Better"

I curious. I always have been wandering the site, and a few other site that I've written for. Now the "Account's are getting read, and I'm up to nine years and eleven months. Erin or Piper, can you provide the date????

There is method in my mania. My final Novel is finished. Comdex is FINISHED!!! Yeah The Pruetts. and The Steven meet and discover My..secret.

Well it's been fun! I'd like to post it on that day. The three books all run to 5oo pages or more.

Blessings, Love, and Hugs,
Beth

I'm truly happy to see so many celebrating Mother's day. Mothers go through a lot bringing a new life into the world, nurturing that child, then sending them out to stand on their own two feet. Bravo

BUT

I would much prefer it to be "Mommy's Day." Any genetic female with all her pieces parts working correctly can become a mother. It takes someone special to be a Mommy.

WHY do I hate it? It is widely acknowledged that my soon-to-be-ex wife never was, never will be a Mommy. She freely admits this.

I know many here are looking for their favorite serial. Others are looking for a stand alone story.

Well here's your chance to read something different.

Well, this wasn't supposed to be a question I'd need to ask, but that was before running into the side of a granite boulder. I was supposed to be in Oklahoma the beginning of July. Gee, everything was set, housing, family, even the finances were all a done deal. I was supposed to have moved out from my house, and I would still be leaving more than 1/2 my monthly money so the house (can anyone say investment?) payment would be made.

I missed it by >< that much!

Has anyone recently legally changed their name and/or gender in California??

I've a few questions if you have.

Beth

At this point, I've been asked to leave my house. I'm sure I can move that date forward or backward by as much as a month.

I've been living with a lot of pain for the last two years. The rotator cuff in my left shoulder is pretty torn up. I've been able to function, barely. Yesterday I received word surgery to repair it has been approved. Yeah!

September 24 I go under the knife.

This is critical for me. I have at least two surgeries too get through before I can even contemplate SRS. I'm happy this is finally under way! December I should be able to have surgery on my right ankle. That means I'll be on track for SRS sometime late next year!!

Please, keep me in prayer.

Love, Hugs, and Blessings

I mentioned a few months ago I stopped and picked up a woman who was being beaten by her husband.

The Police Were Here for Two Hours!!
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It's amazing how serendipity works. You do something, and immediately it leads to something else totally unexpected.
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Last Night I was doing research on BWS (Battered Women Syndrome). Today DJ (my long suffering spouse) and I picked up my mom. We were taking her to our house to fix a B-Day dinner for her 77th year. We drove along, DJ called out, "did you see that??" I'd been fiddling with something and only caught a glimpse of a woman being shoved and hit.
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Some of you know, I'm a pastor as well as being a MtF in the process of transition. As part of being a pastor I regularly counsel people, many of whom are transgendered themselves. One, is a MtF trying to deal with what it means being trans. I chat with her on the phone every Thursday night. This last week I said something that immediately clicked with both of us. Both thought I should share it.

We know more about being a man than we want, and know less about being a woman than we need.

Blessings,
Beth

I'm absolutely, positively in shock!! I just got my renewal package for my health insurance. I am, for medical reasons, retired from the University of California.

This year, (drum roll please) the University has included Gender Reassignment Surgery (GRS/SRS). The very last hurdle for me to go forward with it has been removed.

Now all I have to do is make up my mind (okay, it's already made up, but...) to do IT.

(sigh)

Blessings,
Beth

My grief lies all within, and these external manners of lament are merely shadow to the unseen grief that swells with silence in the tortured soul. ~ William Shakespeare

I would like to remind ALL readers here of the 2011 Transgender Day of Remembrance, November 20, 2011.

I know it's more than a month away, and I will probably submit this again next month, BUT, if you haven't visited the Day of Remembrance website, http://www.transgenderdor.org, I would encourage you to do so.

Why is this so important? Because trans people are in greater danger of being killed.

I spoke with Holly today. She's running marathons in the hospital (well, walking around the nurse's station). She is in good spirits. The doctors were able to remove the tumor with much less damage than anticipated to the pancreatic duct that joins with the bile duct. It appears her outlook is good (I'd be tempted to say Great!).
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Holly is down to one IV. She is also on the PCA (personally controlled analgesic), but seems to be keeping ahead of the pain.
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I've just spoken with Shelly. Holly is out of surgery. The doctors do not think the tumor has metastaticized.

It's been a tough 4 or 5 years. Let's see, I told my kids I was transsexual, my church refused to renew my pastor's license, One of my children informed me in no uncertain terms that he wished I HAD killed my self about 3 or 4 years ago. And, it grieves me so but I have to admit, if only to myself (Okay, and all of you!!) that my marriage was shattered years ago, what little is left has been held together my my love, my unwillingness to give up, and a barrel of superglue.