I've always had very eclectic tastes in music, and the first song I can remember is "The Green Door" circa '56. For reasons I don't understand, I really like Handel, Wagner, Bach, and some of those other dead guys too. These days, my favorites are Gaga, Ka$ira, Kati Perry, and the like. The other day, I listened to AC DC do an almost perfect rendition of Fir Elise; Wow!
I see that this year, the Holy time of Rosh Hashanah, and EID closely coincide. I find it extremely sad that two belief systems which have so much in common seem to have had so much to fight about in the past. For the past month beginning August 11th, Muslims have been celebrating the month or Ramadan and it will end with a three day celebration.
Ah yes, here I am in the wonderfully beautiful, hot, sticky, state of Ohio. I have always lived near Hi Tech Manufacturing companies so am somewhat spoiled with my house power.
So, what do I have to bitch about? I am living almost the perfect life now if you ignore the black hole in my heart at the loss of my whole family. Shit, that was over 5 years ago now, so I just need to buck up, pull up my skirt, keep my lipstick straight, and not fall off my heels, right?
Last night before bed I was reading a story about a rich cross dresser seeing an MD Shrink. The Shrink was being a real ass and as the story developed, it turned out the cross dresser was actually smarter than him.
The problem is that this morning I can't find the story to finish it. Does anyone have any ideas?
Several years ago, there was a "thing" going round about our writing voices. There was even a test to take and I rated quite feminine in my speech patterns, and actually still have the list of feminine words, pasted on the side of my monitor, that women "supposedly" use. The whole shtik is that women's speech patterns are more tentative and colaborative.
Golly, America is a big place! However, much to my astonishment, I ran into a Muslim woman at a motel in Sherman, Wy. Wow. We hope to be back on line Tuesday night, and how I have missed you all. I simply can't say how little the fact that I am trans and Muslim matters to anyone. Everyone has been so friendly. See ya all later. miss you.
Tommorow afternoon, many will notice that BCTS is strangely peaceful and harmonious. I will be off line for about 10 days. I am told the particular Rabbit hole I have chosen will once again emerge in the vicinity of OHIO. We are driving and we hope to make this a grand road trip. My companion has insisted that my "helpless little blonde ditz" personna go into the glove box, and that I assume the role of a competent, adult female, GASP! This is too much for me, what am I to do!
For a while, I have been thinking of having some illustrations in my stories, and if I ever get organized again, I would like to have someone who can do simple Anime do some for me. I'd pay a modest amount for it. If not Anime, then please make a suggestion. It would not have to be anything fancy; certainly not one of those 600 meg drawings. Maybe even just a simple one line pencil drawing. After all sometimes just a mood is all a drawing needs to suggest. It will probably be a couple months before I actually need it. Anyone up for it?
Tomorrow, I am going to be thrown into the deep end of the pool, and I don't know what to do?
I am supposed to go meet a disabled man who is suicidal, and driving his sister crazy by constantly telling her he wants to kill himself. Yes, the poor guy cared for both his Mom and Pop until they died, Mom was the first and she had Altzheimers, and it sounds like Dad died of a broken heart.
I am so sorry, but it had to be that way. I can't tell it any way but straight. I don't want you to hurt more later than what I hurt you now. There is no sugar coating it. We think what we want to think, hear what we want to hear, and do what we want to do. I can not take the responsibility for your life.
This may be of importance to T folk because some of us want to know what is in the public record or are trying to locate loved ones.
Last night I happened upon what I thought was a legitimate service called, "Intelius" for looking at public records, first to see what is in mine and second to hopefully locate two of my children. Much to my surprise, the actual sign up was rife with loops and diversions to entice me to sign up for even more. I thought I was spending $39.95 but by the time I was finished, I paid $69.99.
I have an 80 page manuscript that I just found. It is in Typewritten print. Perhaps I did it on a Typewriter, so that would say before 82'. I also had a scanner that I could scan it in with but I have never liked the program that puts it into a file on the computer.
Has the technology improved so I could go to Kinkos or somewhere and get it done or am I going to intput it myself?
I don't know how I found my way to this site, but some who know me will understand why it captured my interest. Now days, I am just in it for the giggles, mirth, laughter and fun. A little redness on my bottome just adds to it. :)
I got a Garmin NUVI for nearly free, and while I was setting it up I selected English. So imagine my delight when I was driving down the road and it began speaking to me in English. NO, not American English but what they speak in the UK! She speaks in such a commanding tone; almost compelling me to say "Yes Mum" when she has finished.
When she is speaking American English, I feel like I can say "NO" when she gives me directions I don't like, but when espeakin da queens English, I wouldna dare. It would be the ruler on my bottom it would.
For many years, I was too in the closet to have some fancy jeans, and then when was thrown out of the closet, I was too poor. Last year, in a moment of insanity, I bought some "True Religion" jeans, tried them on once but was still too sore to wear them. So, this spring, having lost the weight that the psych drugs put on, I took them out, and shortened the legs for my size.
I have noticed that since my transition, certain physical symptoms have become less troubling. In fact I have all the symptoms of Cystic Fibrosis, and am being checked for it and am wondering if the Estrogen has not in fact caused the easing of my problems?
Trying to figure this out; why would FBI choose to now out harmless Moles who only want to get into the movies? That girl she knows how to distract men!
First I thought it to be shameless distraction from Afghan war that is like fly paper. Then I thought maybe it is to soothe us after Vuvoozas ruined the world cup. Then I decided that it is to reinforce the idea of world threat to us so we could further ruin the ocean with stupid oil spills. But, finally I figured it out!! Yes, I did figure it out despite their crafty deception!!
One of you, or I think it is one of you here has sent me an invitation to join something called "Grouply". My problem with the invitation and so many others is that they want access to my address book, and I feel that my privacy in that regard has been invaded enough.
Now days, I am wondering why I have an address book on my computer at all.
I would really like to talk to you, but I do not think that grouply is the correct medium.
Someone messed with the radio in my car and rather than my usual Tweeny Pop station, I found myself listening to Public Radio. They were reviewing a book by Jessica Stern called "Denial: A Memoir of Terror. This woman has been to Afghanistan, Iraq, Iran, and who knows where else interviewing known terrorists. She says she interviewed 40 of them and in every single case, the boys in the Islamic schools were subjected to sexual assault as a means to control them and to aid in radicalizing them. As she talked to these individuals, every one of them wanted to disgrace the west or their victims.
So, anyway, one day I was looking through a pile of free books and I happened upon "Sexual Conversion Therapy", so out of curiosity, I picked it up. I was once a very devout Christian and of course subjected myself to years of praying, anointments, and condemnations, thinking that my problems were of the devil. Finally, coming to my senses, I gave up on that and was forced to accept myself.
I used to weep and kill my pillow after my shrink said that my emotional development had been arrested. My God, I can't remember her breaking any laws! At the time, she said I was emotionally 12. Oh, God no! I did not want to go through being 12 again. Imagine me driving on busy freeways! Yalla!
So, now she will give me 17! GAH!
That must be why I listen to Shakira, Katy Perry, Taylor Swift, GaGa, Ke$ha, Avril Lavigne and other pop grls.
I am sorry, I could not resist posting this. I know there is nothing T about this except I really like his beard and he could drag me off to his lair if he wanted to. I'd even tickle his cute little belly! I must be PMSing this morning, been up and down all morning.
If you were a sworn officer in the last 20 years in a relatively large metropolitan area, or have done vice, I need to talk to you, please. Just needing a reality check here. We can talk on the phone or skype or email ...
In writing, sometimes I get so involved in the plot that I fear I am going round the bend sometimes. Part of that is due to the fact that lately while doing research for my stories, I have found out things that are even more astonishing than what I have written!
THIS IS A STORY IDEA FOR ANYONE WHOSE MUSE IS UNINSPIRED
Little Johnny was a special little child. At three he had the vocabulary of a 4th grader and had begun on the Piano; doing astonishingly well for someone with hands so tiny. At 4 he realized that his thing was an outie and his sisters, a year younger than he, had none. Hmmmm
I don't want to whine. It is just confusing how life goes some times.
I don't do bars, dope, steal, or stalk anyone. I live in a little apartment, own a little car, go to Prayer on Friday, and help anyone who asks me if I can. So, no drama if I can help it. I don't drink or do Pot. Not that I am so holy; I am just a boring person.
I don't know what happened to me! It is not my fault, I did nothing wrong! My intentions were pure before Allah SWT!
It was pure boredom, and in total desparation, that I turned that glass thing on in the living room, and after a short time found myself laughing until my sides split. And to my total shock found that the program I was watching was called "Friends"! OH MY! What has happened to me! I solemly swear that I never watched that program before because it causes brain damage to anyone I know who has watched it.
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