its a bit previous, but Happy New Year to everyone!

First, thank you to all those who not only keep BCTS up and running but all those who support BCTS with their donations of monetary, their stories and their time. For some reason I found a home here reading all the great authors who are actually better than anything I ever read coming from NYT Best Seller list. If we had only a few of those authors on our list of writers, I have no doubt the publishing company would be putting out top selling stories month after month. I'm so glad they have found an outlet for their exceptional writing talents.

I just wanted to take a moment, and thank everyone on here for the support you offer, the wonderful stories that you write, and let you know that YOUR presence in this world does make it a lighter and happier place.

Merry Christmas to all of you and a very happy new year. Thank you for all the stores that you help out..

We'll start today with Smokin’ the Chimney, the thrilling conclusion to stage 3 of the Ryedale 3 day event. As you might expect by now, there is drama from the outset, Team Apollinaris certainly don't have it all their own way! I've included a couple of my own photographs to give you some idea of the terrain that faced the youngsters and as is always the case, they don't do anything I wouldn't do myself.

As promised,

"Ma'am. Ma'am?" I heard as I walked away from the counter.

"Ma'am?" Turning back around I answered the lady who had just checked me out

"Are you a real cowgirl?" She questioned.

A very big oops indeed.

Not the place for this nonsense but in the interest of knowledge. However since so many think Amazon is The Great Satan, let's look at others.

He had operated on many T girls and was one of the earlier ‘go to’ doctors in the day.

He passed on November 7, 2019. He was 88.

So here we are, as promised, a full set of links for the Gaby Heads South trilogy.

Did some one hack our site with a pharmacy add ?

Hi from Yorkshire

Not everyone appreciates Opera, I'm one of those people. Not everyone appreciates Heavy Metal Bands, Yep that's me again. There are so many singers (vocalists) who if they didn't have a band drowning them out, or an electronic studio smoothing out, remixing; and just generally at least change their screeching into something reasonable as human speech; they would never make it outside the sleaze joints where everyone became too drunk to care. I know it's sacrilegious but I only like two of Elvis songs and one of Michael Jackson.

It has been something of an oversight

And so here we are again, me sat at the lappy posting another blog like wot I've done before.

yes indeedy,

i have stage 4 cancer of the lungs also have 3 t on the brain. i'm on my death bed . i have enjoy this site for over 8 years don't know when it's going to happen

A man walks into a bar

I am a fan of Susan Brown's stories, and while I enjoy the goings on in Penmarris.

I thought that today I should mention a story Susan posted on January 28 2015 titled

https://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/fiction/54666/brave

Yeah, it was all the pizza's fault, first I had to make it (well load it with goodies at least), then I had to cook it and lastly I was forced to eat it! by the time I'd finished dessert that was an hour gone. Of course, if I'd got back earlier, if I hadn't uploaded my ride stats before eating, well you might've seen this a bit earlier, but I did so you didn't.

The VA has trans support, kinda, sorta. Sometimes it might be just a title. I actually love every single person, doctors, nurses, staff, I have dealt with at the VA. There is a caveat there. The VA rotates doctors as they move, retire, etc. I had excellent doctors until one of those rotations. The doctor I was assigned was a hard core major in the service. She never said anything offensive, however she acted like I was something she picked up on her boots on the walk through the cow lot after she found out I was trans.

I did set out to post this at least two hours ago

I've spent this evening composing a little tale which I share with you all here.

Brassick, from brassick lint, rhyming slang for skint, ie lacking reasonable funds, moolah or however you wish to describe money, is a tale of reflection with a slight twist. It isn't meant to be deep or a fairy tale but just the lowlights of a life.

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