Kylie sent me this beautiful poem, and gave me permission to share it:

When i think of you, I smile
Because you are so wonderful

When I think of you, I laugh
Because you are so amusing

Life the last two weeks has once again derailed my writing. I was working on a comedy fantasy piece, which seems to be coming together, but I’ve now ended up working on a story in far darker places. Anyway I’m writing blind, not sure if I’m writing something worth reading or just putting words on the page. If anyone is bored and has a few minutes to look at a hunk of a story (and can face my writing), head over to...

Hypatia's Place

During the debate of the California law allowing trans kids to choose which bathroom to use, a Christian leader talked about how all these "sexually confused" kids were more than likely victims of sexual abuse.

And ever since, I've been struggling with coming up with the proper response to this.

I want to write an essay about being trans and being a survivor of sexual abuse, but I doubt I have the needed skills to write an objective essay, especially when I seem like the perfect example of what they're talking about.

Ah, well.

I've had a couple of people ask me about putting the Jaci/Dottie stories in chronological order, and I think its a good idea, but I'm not sure how to make it work. Part of the problem is I struggle with the "weight" thing, and part is that the stories are done by more than just me, so I cant get into say Jaci's stories and edit them so they fall in the right places.

Help, anybody?

Well, after a visit to the doctor's, I found out I have a yeast infection in my throat.

The story WAKING IN HEAVEN was writen for WREN when she died I keep thes story in my favorites to read when someone passes . The sad part is I know it almost word for word with the amount of our friends that have passed over since the beginning of 2013 .
If you have not read this it is a great tribute to all our late friends
CRYING yet again RICHIE2

"The Miracle Cure" of course being a reference to the idea that we can somehow be made into just a "normal" cis-gendered person in whatever sex we were assigned at birth.

I don't know how much more of this I can take and I wish I had some conclusion now.

This is just great. Not only am I fighting a bloody cold that wont go away, now I'm fighting PTSD flashbacks as well .....

Holy crapolie. I just solved my super retarded Firefox memory problems I've been having since like. They started coming out with new whole version increments in a constant flood. If anyone else has been fighting this, the solution is simple: disable the following services and shut them down: Diagnostic Policy Service, Diagnostic Service Host, and Diagnostic System Host.

Restart Firefox and browse with 50+ tabs open with NO MORE SLOWDOWNS! YAY!

was reading an interesting story here, and one of the issues the main character went through was struggling with bathrooms - they looked female, but identified male, and didnt feel comfortable using the girl's facilities, especially for gym class.

I'm re-watching the movie "Labyrinth", and it occurs to me how necessary it was that the protagonist be a girl. I mean, the whole movie only works because its a girl doing the adventure. What do you think?

I wish that being trans was my biggest problem. I'd be darn new home free now. Instead I get to try and deal with both PTSD and a boatload of mental problems as well. For example, my friend Jaci and I were talking and I mentioned that I hadn't shaved in days, giving me a pretty scruffy face. She asked me why I hadnt shaved, and I told her it was for the same reason I struggle with the idea of losing 40-50 lbs. In both cases, its to protect me from the notice of men.

A letter to who I was

I have been reading my Bible during my breaks at work, and trying to focus on the women, to see how they handle situations, how they interact with other women, with men, and with God.

Well, I took my daughter and her mother to a local botanical garden, and they had a wonderful time. My best moment was in what they called the butterfly house, just standing still and letting these amazing beautiful creatures land on me.

Made having to spend the day in the most androgynous clothes I had and answering to my male name worth it.

Hello everybody, long time no see... I can see a more than a few names I recognise here from years ago and many more that I’ve enjoyed reading since I disappeared from the writing scene.

As some may have guessed, my career as a writer is really just starting but it's moving in the right direction. I am selling pretty steadily on Amazon and have another major novel in the works. I have more story ideas than I can shake a stick at, so I should be kept busy for quite a while. Needless to say, I still plan on posting stories to the site, I just don't have anything completed (but 150k words of a new story that should be finished in 2 weeks then editing).

Sometimes, I get tired of being fragile.

Well, last night, the co-worker who I saw Star Trek with presented me with a bag a earrings, as she could tell I rather liked having something dangling from my lobes.

Well, yesterday I had a nice movie night with my brother. We watched "Hairspray" and it was pretty good, and taking him home we had a good talk about things. The bottom line for him is that even though he believes my transition is wrong, he will not cut me out of his life, and he will do all he can to for me to show me he still loves me anyway. That's pretty good, all things considered, even if I wish I could find the right words to convince him that this transition was necessary.

I fell in love with Drama in grade six, when my class did a little skit and I played the part of the thief in an adaptation of the Sherlock Holmes story "The Red-headed League". I spent much of the next six or seven years trying to repeat that experience, dreaming of being an actor on stage and screen.

But even though dreams dont die easy, thay can be killed, and this dream finally fell before the sword of Reality when I tried out for a part as a performer at a place called Calaway Park just outside of Calgary.

I stank.