After my group therapy session, I stopped at a local mall and looked around, including a walk through the bookstore, and I came across a book called "623 stories you can write". I took a peek inside, and it had story titles or questions like "you're an astronaut - describe one day in your life", or "describe the worst Thanksgiving day dinner ever".

I forgot to get the name of the authors, but I'm sure someone could find the book if they were interested in writing but have trouble finding good ideas.

Just a quick note to thank all the people who sent me good wishes during the last couple of days.

You're all amazing, thank you.

Before I do anything else in this blog entry, an apology.

I'm sorry this entry isn't gonna be fluffy kitties and rainbows.

Well, I'm sorry to report that I am no longer part of a couple.

There are a great many things I can say about me.

I was broken.

I'm healing.

I'm still not who I want to be.

I'm no longer who I was.

I was doomed to be trans, no matter what.

Well, I learned some things yesterday because of a combination of a story from when I was born my mother told me and a memory from before I met my first girlfriend that I had not thought about since.

The story my mom told me is that I almost died just after I was born. I wouldn't gain weight, so they decided to leave me with my mother so she could feed me whenever I would take it.

It would be three months before I was out of the woods.

Now, for the memory.

Just for fun, I thought I might share with you all what stories I'm working on, to hopefully whet your appetite ...

you know, I often praise the level of tolerance I receive here in Edmonton, but there have been some ... troubling signs that the forces of bigotry are trying to push back.

Well, I had my first session in group therapy today, and it was okay, I guess.

It was all women, I'm not sure if that was on purpose or not, but it made an interesting dynamic.

I got hit on at church today, or I think so.

I am writing a story for Jaci's birthday, but due to circumstances, its obviously running late. Be finished and published soon, I hope.

Well, if I needed proof I've got the best mom in the world, I got it yesterday.

Well, my ex has managed to do something I never thought she'd do - she apparently is using my male name is a a pejorative.

Well, last night at work was rather interesting. For the last while I have been working on and off as night maintenance at work, and last night they asked me to train a new person for that job. When I met him, I was slightly curious to notice that his name tag said "Jennifer", even though he was not in any way feminine.

I asked him about the name, and he said his father had given it to him, and giving female names to male babies happened quite often in his country, the Philippines.

I would like some opinions on a question.

Should I name my fears?

What I mean is should I say here what I am afraid of?