Well, I spent the morning today cleaning up my computer area, and as a reward, I went to the Y.M.C.A. pool for a good swim.

Well, there is supposed to be some good news on the way for Alberta trans people like me.

Does the fact that there might be a medical reason why I'm trans make any difference?

Just for fun, I thought I might share with you all what stories I'm working on, to hopefully whet your appetite ...

you know, I often praise the level of tolerance I receive here in Edmonton, but there have been some ... troubling signs that the forces of bigotry are trying to push back.

I spent the whole day at the University hospital today.

First, I tried to get in to the dentist to get my teeth fixed, but the best I could do there was get an appointment for next month.

For the last couple of days, I've been dealing with a terrible pain in my teeth. I tried going to the emergency dental clinic, but the earliest I can get in to see someone is tomorrow afternoon.

Well, its Jaci's birthday today, so if you see her online, you'll make sure you wish her the very best of birthdays, wont you?

As I woke today I found myself thinking, and what I thought was "I can't remember the last time I had a nightmare".

Well, the last couple of days have brought some bad news, but also some good news, so here is an update:

I'm sitting here totally shocked. I've been talking to Jaci and she told me that she's been talking to my mom, who apparently told her that she "didn't raise me as a boy." She went on to say she didn't force me to be a girl, either she just "raised me to be Dorothy." I really don't know where to put this piece of information. I'm ... just ... stunned ...

my last story didn't turn out as well as I would have liked. Would like to figure out why I'm regressing in my storytelling ...

Had a funny moment yesterday getting an oil change for my car. I was waiting in the lounge when a guy came in with a clipboard containing paperwork and a set of keys. He saw me, and continued to look around the lounge, and realizing I was the only one there he looked rather confused.

Finally, I said to him, "Is that for my car?" He looked at me, looked at his sheet and asked tentatively "T...Todd?" I smiled and nodded and he gave me the keys.

It seems clear to me that he saw me as a woman to the point he couldn't believe my male name belongs to me.

Some random thoughts:

Well, for whoever is interested, I'm publishing the last chapter of my autobiography today. I may put it as a whole on fictionmania, I'm not sure, but otherwise its time to move on to other projects.

To those who have read it, I hope its been interesting.

Anybody Irish reading my blog? I have a story idea that takes place in Ireland, and I would love to get some basic facts right ...

Well, I'm feeling much better today. Not only has the pain in my stomach subsided, but I got to spend an hour at Erin Payne's house, and got licked to death by her two dogs. Who knew the cure for depression was a couple of fuzzy little critters?

Been re-reading "Sweat and Tears" by Steff the Cyclist, and despite some graphic descriptions, its one of the very best stories about male sexual abuse I have ever read. Fortunately, most of her stuff is much happier, but if you can hang on through the darkness, Sweat and Tears is a amazingly well written read.