The "swearing in" is tomorrow. If I don't get the chance, you have my gratitude for all your support. I is not clear how unsafe things will get. My primary medical facility is the VA and I considered calling them tonight. What is the use???

Thank you all so much.

Gwen Brown

for riding or much else!

 
The Family Girl #099: Made A Couple of New Friends
      - Bobbie Cabot

It's Wednesday midnight here, but I decided to post this even though it's a little late. Yesterday morning (I mean Monday morning), I met a couple of people at the office. Christine and Michael are from a different department from the one I run. Nothing major, and nothing unusual - I mean, you meet a lot of people at work. Except that these two were transgender, actually transsexual. And they actually sought me out - Christine, actually, was the one who sought me out, and she brought with her Michael.

I am faced with a dilemma.

I have 2 pieces that are nearly finished, but I am hesitant to publish either of them.

One is a story based on a comic that I doubt many people have read or even heard of, and the other is a story about my grandmothers struggles with the Catholic church.

And while I have stories in my collection that didn't get a lot of attention, and much fewer comments or kudos, it's another thing entirely to publish something I KNOW won't be very successful.

If you scroll through the list of my stories, and realize that Games without Frontiers is missing, do not panic.

I havent given up on the story, to the contrary, I am working on a polished version.

Because unpublishing also means I have lost the comments on the preview, I want to make sure to thank everyone who took the time to leave a comment. They mean the world to me.

I just thought having the preview up and a finished version (once I have actually finished it) up might cause some confusion.

huggles to all!

We're getting older. Come March I'll join the ranks of the octogenarians. My wife is only two years younger. Like many of us, as I get older I feel the need to live as my real self more often and more completely. Props to my wife for dealing with a non-binary gender expressing person. (Read transgender in denial.) Five decades ago, when she caught me dressed and we talked about it she said, "Do it if you must, but don't let me see it.

So last night, I dreamed that I came to the conclusion that I needed to go back into the closet.

Between this and a couple of incidents where I got so anxious about putting on nylons, I had to give it up, I am not sure what is going on in my head, but it doesn't seem good.

let's hope it's a good one.

to end 2024 on a positive note, here is a list of some of my blessings:

My family, who love me despite my flaws.

My friends, who are always quick to give me support when I need it, and cheer my successes when they happen

My home - it's not perfect, but with about 3,000 people on the streets, I am grateful for it.

Big Closet: Having a place to share my stories and my blog has been a lifesaver for me.

You silly people who read this, especially those who take the time to leave a comment or a reaction.

Huggles for everyone!

last night I dreamed I was the Doctor, and I used my sonic screwdriver to stop an alien who was using birds as a weapon. I turned the birds, so they attacked the alien instead.

Man, is my brain weird or what?

It might sound odd, because of how much of my time I spend thinking about it, but I don't dream of the trans stuff often.

But last night was an exception.

I dreamed that I somehow got possession of a necklace belonging to a goddess of beauty.

Someone suggested I give it back, but I said, “I need this. I need to be beautiful”

Then I woke up, feeling rather sad.

Ah, well.

Yep, its the big day!

is here!

Happy holidays to all of you who celebrate at this time of year, no matter what it is you are celebrating. Also I will be taking the next week off, so none of my regularly scheduled stories will be posted next week.

*big hugs*

Amethyst

Yeah, I know, which of these things is not like the others? LOL - believe it or not, they have a lot in common this evening.

I had just finished reading Emma’s latest posting this evening, part 6 of 8 of her story Who Makes Intercession, and was leaving a comment when my youngest son came in the house - he was eating dinner with us this evening. I finished typing my comment regarding Emma’s story, and got up to eat dinner.

Yep, we are just 7 days away from the 'big' day!

I'm really struggling this winter, it seems I'm back to being severely affected by the cold. Last winter wasn't bad, but this year I am cold all the time again. I have a bad thyroid, which I'm on medication for, and it makes it very hard for me to stay warm. I feel very weak, and have no energy. I have to apologize to anyone who has been wondering what happened to the story that I posted a teaser for, but I've not been able to do much writing. I promise, I haven't abandoned the project. I live in Southern California, so I feel silly complaining about the cold, but there it is.

Well after Sundays drama, things could only get better right?

Every time I think I have made progress; I manage to screw up and put myself back at square one.

Yesterday's bit of self-sabotage came in the form of a police car stopping me and letting me know I had not renewed my license plates in July. To make things worse, my car insurance company no longer sends out paper versions of my coverage, and because I had never taken the time to go to the library and print out the information, all I had in the car was expired versions.

After being called a liar and a hypocrite by my sister-in-law on Facebook, I have decided I am not going on that site again.

Anybody know a halfway decent social media site?

season is here

So my brother turned 61 years old yesterday, and we had a nice dinner together at a buffet restaurant.

I am so blessed to still have him in my life.

so what's new?

One of my problems is that I care about things.

And the problem with caring about things is that eventually I had to come to understand how powerless I am to actually effect the things I care about.

which means there is almost nothing I can do but let my heart break when the things I care about are in danger.

Now, a sensible person would probably realize this is stupid, and would stop caring, so I could stop hurting.

Except I cant really do that, without sacrificing most of myself.

So, I guess I am doomed to hurt and hurt and hurt ...