The counter thingie says I've been a pest here for slightly over 9 years or 2006. I first published at "Story Site" in 2001, probably after I returned from Kenya, completely shattered. My heart felt little dream of Christianity making the world a better place had been proved to be a vile, machiavellian. fantasy. I'd had shocking glimpses of the underbelly and droppings of the Missionary game. Then in a few weeks the 9/11 thing came, and the world came crashing in for so many of us, worst of all the occupants of the towers. I still believe that 20 radical nutters could not have done that without due negligence on the part of the unholy trio in Washington.

Unfortunately I left the ranks of most T folk, who make do writing about their fantasies of being women. No, I thought I could live it. And, for a T girl I have been much more successful at living it than writing about it. Amazingly, I have met some extremely loving and kind ladies here at this site, and Erin and several of you have had a large part in saving my life; perhaps giving me the time to settle down, overcome my twitching Aspie palm, and try to make a contribution here. I have a shameless crush on some of you and the only thing that saves me slobbering on your hands is distance.

Since mid-November my health has been slowly declining and I've lost some 25 or so pounds. If I can lose another 25 pounds I will be at my pre-transition weight and might be able to get into my plaid, wool skirt that I saved since the 90's. Good heavens, perhaps I'll even be able to wear that cute little pleated black mini skirt again, though the girls won't allow me to button the top to either.

Since the 8th of January, I have been extremely ill with continuous runs, and sleeping 20 hours a day. Thankfully they now say it was C.Dificule and is often picked up at your local hospital. Today, was my first outing and while very weak, I went to the Grocery and bought a few things.

Be well sisters. "Still no one to spank me after all these years".

Gwen