I have a question that I can not answer. The answer would make life all the more confusing for me. I am not sure I want the question answered. A great many people I know are much nicer people than I am. They carry heavier loads, have more cares, and often they face bad health every single day.

I have decided to try to be of some help here at BC, so I am going to offer to proof writer's stories for them. I just want to say up front that I am NOT an English teacher, but most people tell me that I write like a professional (Doncha just love to be flattered?), so I would love to help out.

Gwen Brown

This is awful. The other day I read a story that I believe was reasonably short, or perhaps it is just a chapter of it? It was just wonderfully romantic, and I left a comment to the effect.

Yesterday, I got a PM from Nick B saying thank you for the nice comment, but he was confused as to what story I was commenting on. Well, for the life of me, I can not remember.

I must admitt that I hesitated to read Healing a Princess because it is not TG. However, if I had not read it then I would have missed out on one of the best stories I have seen in a while.

Sure, there are some other stories that I follow, installment by installment like a panting fan.

I used to hate men with a lethal and dangerous venom. Worse, yet, I was one and thus hated my self in with a homicidal anger. I never wanted to be friends with one, though there were several who were friendly with me in the work place. I did not make a good friend to men. In spite of all that, if anyone, men mostly, asked me for help, I seldom turned anyone down.

I've grown an inch and a quarter ! Keeping my weight down is very serious business because the docs tell me that when the pain gets intolerable, they will put in Herrington Rods. Sure there have probably been less invasive advancements in Medicine. I recently heard of plastic Vertebra. I still am not attracted to the surgery theatre. This return to my old height is a very good sign for me.

Hello everyone:

I have been wringing my hands about this, hopefully not like some drama queen, and have changed my sign on to match my pen name. I can not nessessarily articulate all the reasons why but it just feels better this way.

So now, Gwenellen is simply Gwen, or Gwen Brown.

Happy Thanksgiving

Gwen Brown

I was astonished yesterday to find that my identity can be traced all the way past my IP(?), even to the identity of my PC. I had joined a website forum on about.com and then got an email that showed all this information to me. It was just shocking.

I try to be the most loving and friendly person I can but once in a while I just blow it so bad that the enormity of what I have done simply plagues me for days. I am afraid that this is one that I will have to go back and fix if I get the oportunity.

So, here I am three months post op MtF and I found the following article:

http://www.symposion.com/ijt/ijtc0502.htm.

I think it is a must read for pre-ops. I knew there would be a period or remorse or "Post part um depression, :) and I am dealing with it. I am most certainly NOT talking to the family about it.

This afternoon, I am doing some very casual research into my families history. I have two other full blood brothers among the crowd of my family. Their names are Aven and Logan. I was extremely surprised to find that both of those names, along with mine, are Celtic women's names.

I have Chapter 2 of Desert Princess almost ready to post but I am thinking that it needs an edit first. Erin has done my other work, but I think she may be waaaaay to busy right now, what with,,,,, so I am not even going to ask.

Would anyone else care to have a look before the chapter has its first blush? I am thinking that this is the end.

Gwenellen (Gwen Brown)

For a while I have felt a story coming on whose emotional strength really frightens me, yet I want to write it; to get it all out; to laugh, to cry, to feel security, to express sheer terror.

Well, I have no idea how powerful my writing is nor do I know if there are those here who would be vulnerable to trigger words. When I finish it the story will expose my heart and soul.

Be warned.

Hello everyone:

I am home again from SRS in Thailand. I loved the trip and it was about as recreational as surgery can be. I did learn some things about navagating the SRS maze that may help someone who has been fighting the system without success.

One thing I did learn is that the Harry Benjamin rules can miss classify a person. Sure it is probably the best effort to protect a person that they have but in my case, it prolonged things unnessesarily.

I was treated to a wonderful surprise this week end and I think it will change my life. As with some of us, there is that lingering guilt over transitioning and I had it a lot.