I think I figured out what the outcome of the great bathroom debate will be (to be referred to as Flushgate from here on out).

In the future there will be a wall of doors leading to bathroom stalls. Signs for 'Men' and 'Women' will be replaced with Cis Men, Cis Women, Transmen, Transwomen, Agender, Polygender, Androgynous, gay man, gay women, bi men, bi women, furry - canine male, furry - canine female, furry feline male.... etc.

I will admit that early on in life I didn't identify as a girl. I know there are those who claim to have known ever since they were two or three, that was not me. The cynical side of me (which as a born New Yorker I got a heaping double portion of) wonders if it even possible for a person to realize their is even a gender divide at that age, but I understand that I am trying to place things in my own frame of reference and can see how that can get in the way of being accurate.

Transgender Life News has just launched with its debut magazine. It's a monthly magazine and I have a small monthly feature in it dealing with being Christian and Transgender. This is not a christian magazine though, for those of you who are put off by such things. I promised I would spread the word and I hope some will take a look. The first few pages are free to try.

http://madmagz.com/magazine/477510#/page/1

In my younger days I used to like playing on the cb radio in New York City. I had a little walkie talkie type unit that didn't get much range, but how much do you need in a condensed area.

At the end of the night I would always end with over and out and go on with life. I always wondered what was over and what was out. My guess is that my participation was over and my power was out.

I always thought that was a fun way to end things

over and out.

Thursday, I rolled over in bed and on top of Felix's laptop. I then proceeded to move it further out of my way with my knee. Long story short, I cracked the screen. I felt bad. I felt horrible. And I should feel those things because, as everyone knows, I am a bad, horrible person.

I didn't know I cracked the screen until Felix came home and went to use his laptop. Only made matters worse. I guess I could have lied and said I had no clue, but I fessed up.

the time- where did it all go.

Today should be a happy day, but it's not. Not really. It is my birthday and I turned 4 - oh no today. So it is time to put away the pretty little dresses and the rumba pants, time to put the petticoats in storage, and time to say good bye to the party dresses, the footed pajamas, and the one piece swimsuits with the little tutus. I will have to say good bye to my old friends Barbie, Ken, and Skipper. The Barbie corvette is up on blocks and the pink power wheels jeep is being sold on craigslist.

But there are things to look forward to.

In the course of life we all undergo changes; it is inevitable. I have lived under the presumption that I can never be truly happy without something completely horrible on the horizon for so long that it has become my mantra. I felt like life was trying to teach me a lesson that I didn't deserve good things and that I was unlovable. My destiny was to live and eventually die alone.

It seems that I maybe have been mistaken.

So with all the pain and agony and treatment and bone infections and fighting insurance to still not get any treatment, I was able to piece together a Christmas story. This story is unlike anything I have ever written or even seen on the sites before. A Christmas Conversation is on sale for $.99 cents or your countries equivalent.

Fear not, even though I have the story for sale on Amazon, I will post it on the site on Christmas. But, for those who can't wait or want to show financial support, by all means buy it now, buy it today, three or four copies even :)

I had a replacement picc line almost 2 weeks ago. Things have been going fine with it. That is, until today. The first time the picc line get ripped out because it got caught on the car seat and I was smart enough to get it moved to the other side. Today, however, this wasn't remotely my fault.

On facebook I belong to a group that revolves around playing the game Real Racing 3 (awesome game by the way) and I am quite active in it. I was talking to one of the people who play the game and we got to talking about my books and that led me to revealing that I am transgender.

Their response:

You want to be a guy, I don't see it.

Priceless. With all the dark and dreary, I needed that.

Not too long ago I was contacted by someone from Poland about doing an interview. Can you imagine? Poland? Didn't know I made it there, guess I should put another thumbtack in the big map I have. Anyway, they run a pretty big blog and have interviewed a lot of notable people and decided to include me. I guess to some I'm a heroine. I hope I'm not too addictive.

If anyone cares, and I can't imagine anyone not caring, here is the interview link. Share a comment here and there.
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Just in time for the holiday rush. All 4 books of the God Bless the Child saga are on sale for $.99 each. While your out shopping and fighting the madness, an awesome collection of books can await you on your kindle, tablet, or android phone.

This may be one of the best transgender series ever written, and that's not just me talking. Maybe others would like to chime in. Be sure to have a box of kleenex, you'll need them

So this is interesting, or at least I think so.

Today I got a certified letter in the mail. It is an invitation for me to try out for a reality television show. It appears that one of the networks wants to put on something to rival "The Biggest Loser" and because of my sports background they think I'm a good candidate.

The infection is back and it's in full swing. My foot is swollen again all the way up to the calf muscle. I am in so much pain I cannot sleep. The doctor gave me pain pills. While they make my head all foggy and interfere with my ability to write, they do nothing for the actual pain. The doctor I have doesn't listen to a word I say, nor does she allow me to actually express everything that's on my mind as she hurriedly tries to shoo me out the door. I have obamacare, which let me go to one doctor which is a free clinic. Don't know what I'm paying monthly into.

I've taken about two weeks off from writing and it appears the ability has left me. I usually knock out 2000 words a day with minimal effort and have stories flying through my head at a breakneck speed. No longer. I am struggling just to get the next session of writing done, my thoughts aren't flowing, and it is really upsetting me.

I came across this comic while on facebook. It is cute and poignant, hard combo to pull off. I like it and thought some of you would enjoy it as well. I always like transgender stuff that stays away from sex.

http://assignedmale.tumblr.com/

tell me what you think

I made it home. That might not have been in my best interest but it was the only option I had left open to me. I had to work, even though I am in no shape to work. It was foolish and dangerous and I'm glad no one got killed.

The leg is still infected and swollen. It looks a little better but that's not saying a lot. It's not as red, but it still hurts like hell. Ever play dig dug? When he puts the pump into a monster. Picture that happening to my left foot. To think I was upset when I couldn't find shoes before.

I'm hoping someone who is computer savvy can help me on this:

Usually I do a release and then wait to post the story on the site, but this time I did it a little backwards. I doubt it would make a difference one way or another. But my new short "Pink Pajamas" is now available on Amazon. It's only 99 cents or if you belong to Kindle Unlimited (which I think is a good idea if you read a ton) you can add it to your library that way.

Synopsis: When Francine finds her son's diary and a pair of pink pajamas it puts life in perspective.

A short story of 5000 words.

I just finished the first round of editing for the biography I am co-writing. I have to rearrange a few things to get a major agent on board with the project, but it will be worth it. I mean, it's an undercover narcotics detective and army intelligence officer who is not only transgender but had SRS, I see a movie. So, today is done. Tomorrow and the rest of the week I will reorganize and rewrite and then, me and pinky will conquer the world. Oh, oops, you weren't supposed to know that last part.

I am wondering something. I know romance and erotica are usually separate things, but can a work be both. I just wrote "The New E.D. Treatment" and am wondering if it is a romance. Can a romance have hot and heavy graphic sex scenes and still be a romance, or is the sex scenes that make it erotica. I notice that my smut is different from the standard TG stories out there. There's an anger that is missing, there's no sense of revenge. My stories tend to be about people who find each other. In this new story Jacqueline and Nelson find each other.

So I am still writing this biography. I actually finished the first draft and am in the middle of editing. You think I would be happy, but I'm not. I have found an agent who is interested. You think I would be happy, but I'm not.