Well, I owe everybody an apology.

Well, actually a couple of apologies.

The first is for inflicting on you all another chapter of Luck be a Lady, starring Fluke.

The second, for anybody who likes this stuff, for how short the chapter is.

The reason is due to a pun at the end of the chapter, which I am also apologizing for ...

Here is the link, just in case I haven't scared you off:

https://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/fiction/107314/lucky-one-luck...

no not last!

its the end of June!
I swear the months are getting shorter

Was a roaring success!

Okay, so something happened last night I have to talk about, even though I don't know if I have the right words.

I had gotten up to go to the bathroom, and when I returned, I laid on my stomach, and for some reason, bent my knees so my feet were in the air.

And then, out of nowhere, this image came into my head of a beautiful woman, in the same position I was, also naked, and my perspective of this was like a camera passing over her, and I thought of a director including this shot in a movie because while she was nude, you don't see anything naughty from the camera angle.

When I first began my transition, I was told I could not get SRS because I was obese.

At 350 lbs, I didn't really have an argument against that.

Well, I weighed myself today, and I am now 285 lbs.

And it doesn't matter a whit, as I have several other health issues that mean I can't get SRS even if I could continue to lose weight until I am officially not obese.

I don't know if I should laugh, cry, or just appreciate the irony.

which is why this is quite late in the day!

or at least a return to warmer weather.

Hello everyone,

so I'm sitting in a Voice Chat on a Trans Discord and talk with some friends about my egg-sins. Of course the talk moves to my eggy TG fiction I wrote over a decade ago. I opened one of my stories here and realised how scarily self aware yet oblivious I used to be.

My freaking author avatar/self-insert did end up picking my chosen name... oops. I guess it still took more than 11 years for the egg to really crack, but hey better later than never.

Travels through ancient landscapes

but mostly dry!

in Brizzle fall mainly on me!

I've decided to give wearing a dancer's belt at try. Not a gaff, but a true dancer's belt.

I've only had it on for a short time, but initially, I like it. It's comfortable and does what it claims. It holds thing up, out of the way instead of squishing them down between your legs where I sit on them and they get in the way of holding my knees together.

In this new manifestation I have a half dozen stories in the rough draft stage. The largest, "Forced 3" keeps changing like a snake with its head cut off.

I do not know what will eventually happen. Is it Dementia? Who knows.

Gwen Brown

well Maddy this week!

I don't know about you but it takes me a few days to settle after a trip away and this week has been no different!

So I looked at my account this morning, and realized I had actually missed my 16th anniversary of being a member of Big Closet.

Boy, its been a busy 16 years!

but besides the changes I have undergone since, one thing remains - this place is a big part of my life, and I continue to be grateful to Erin and her elves who keep this place running.

I don't know where it came from. I suppose I could have ordered it from Amazon... I wanted to make this quick, humorous note before I go out for some chips, burger and root beer float.

so my brother had another medical crisis and went back to the hospital - only to be released later.

Meanwhile, I went and saw Thunderbolts, and all I will say is I really relate to Bob. Like him, I carry darkness that is very dangerous . . .

So my brother now has a pacemaker, and so far, so good.

He might be able to come home tomorrow

Thank you to everyone who sent messages of support and hugs

So my brother was taken to the hospital today because his heart issues are getting worse.

All hugs and prayers accepted.

Which is why you are getting this so early!

So, last night I dreamed I was shopping at West Edmonton Mall, and I found a beautiful shorts and top set.

I tried it on, looked in the dressing room mirror, and it was like the clothes had utterly transformed me.

I was . . . beautiful.

I was so happy, I rushed out, paid for the outfit, and wondered the mall, having to stop myself from going up to complete strangers and asking how I looked.

That was just about the best dream I could have had right now.

I just wish I could feel like that in real life a little more often . . .