I'm contemplating making God Bless the Child available on the site again. I'm wondering if people would appreciate that or if people have had enough of it and couldn't care one way or another. The story isn't your usual transgender fare and it is a highly emotional and volatile story that will make a lot of people scream and caused at least one site operator to call me a son of a bitch (Erin). I know a lot of people have read it and probably have it saved on their computers so it doesn't matter. I would post it all in one shot.
A long time ago I wrote the book God Bless the Child. At the end of the book the parents, therapist, and doctors decide to perform SRS on a 4 year old child because they feared that she would do irreversible and potential fatal damage to herself. The negative response I seem to get the most is that this is child abuse and I'm wondering if it is?
I started back work last Monday. I have a paper route that pays like my last but is less papers and no apartments. So I can recoup the money I lost while in the hospital. The problem is, I'm always tired. It is getting to me. I can't do anything. Felix loads my car for me because I can't stand to wait for the truck. I got like a half hour that I can stay on my feet, so waiting for an undetermined truck time is not a good idea.
Two months ago, on November 30th, I completely disconnected with reality as my body fought for life. It started while I was out driving and blacked out. When I finally came through, I was driving in the middle of nowhere and couldn't find my way home. I GPS'd my address in my phone and made it back. I got to my driveway and banged on the door. Felix let me in. I went to bed and blacked out again. The next thing I know the paramedics are leading my outside, naked, to get me into an ambulance. That's the last real memory I have. I remember my delusions vividly but they were not kind.
Being misgendered, it's something the transgender community speaks of often in a negative light. But being misgendered is a two edged sword and perhaps we should think about those times it is good.
I know, you're thinking that Katie is nuts, but bear with me.
In reference to the great bathroom debate. I keep hearing people say that transgender people need to use the restroom that corresponds to their anatomy. This has got to be the stupidest thing that I've ever heard. Have you ever seen another person's anatomy while in the bathroom? If you have, then you're the pervert. If a person looks, talks, walks, identifies as a woman, what possible good can come from making them use the men's bathroom (unless you think transgender murder is a good thing).
Is it possible for you to get PTSD from a story you wrote? Can you be seriously psychologically damaged from an experience you invented in your head? I wonder if that has happened to me.
There has been a lot of discussion going around about the gender binary and whether or not it exist. I think binaries are extremely useful, it keeps things down to simplistic choices. Coke/Pepsi, Vanilla/Chocolate, Starwars/startrek.
But there have been a lot of people calling for the end of the gender binary. They say that life is more than male/female. I understand what they are saying, but binaries always make exceptions. That said, I find myself thinking about binaries because I have that kind of time and I think I've come up with something useful.
The only time we define being a man or being a woman by genitalia is when that man or woman is transgender.
Think about it? When you ask a person what's it mean to be a man, having a penis doesn't even make the list. It's always about being strong, being good with your hands, being able to fight, being able to fix things, being a person of action. But if it's a transman asking the question, the first words out of people's mouth is having a penis and testicles. That is the hypocrisy of mainstream society.
I wanted to blog. I really did. I wanted to talk about gender and the difference between being transgender and just thinking what would it be like to be the other gender. I'm sure many guys out there wonder what it would be like to be a girl. I don't think that would be the same as wanting to be a girl. Even Jeff Foxworthy does a routine about picturing himself as a woman.
While lighting the candles for a certain someones birthday, a small blaze ensued. Luckily, no stories or authors were hurt. After firefighter from 3 counties were called in to control the blaze and extinguish the fire, our hostess was unfortunately unable to make a wish. However, upon seeing the firefighters remove their jackets and reveal their rippling pecs, Erin said it was better than what she would have asked for.
That said.
Happy Birthday Erin Half-Elvin, Joyce, and the symphony of pseudonyms you write under.
There is a meme going around showing russia's new pride flag as being the transgender pride flag. That would be incorrect. This is what Russia's straight pride flag looks like.
The last couple of days my dog has been trying to play with one of my cats. But every time the dog wanted to play, the cat would jump behind the couch. The dog would just stand that at the edge of the couch, wagging its tail stupidly and being all hot and bothered. It was weird, but I figured the dog had pent up energy and the cats were the only animals around that it could socialize with but the cats wanted none of it.
I wasn't going to blog about this because I know some people get upset at me whenever I do anything, but others have encouraged me to say something and not let the naysayers steal my joy.
The Dress Punishment has just hit 50,000 reads. That's a lot. That is more than I would ever expect, especially on a story that is such a departure from what I usually do. It's humbling, because I didn't think anything I produced could have such a draw. I want to thank the people who read and re-read the story. I'm glad you like it and thank you.
I could see her. Plain as day I can see her. At first I thought it was the shadows playing tricks on me or that I was very tired and my mind was conjuring images to keep me from falling asleep where I sit. I could see her, I would stake what little remains of my reputation on it. I could see the one I have seen before but I quite don't know where. I could see the one I know but can't place the name.
After this week, Unreachable and the sequel Worth Fighting For will be unpublished from the site. I want to give fair warning to those still reading it. Next Monday the elves will hide it for a while (I might repub again in the future) so do what you need to so you get the story if you want.
As many people know, a good portion of my titles are sold through Amazon. Because of a review on OEM (in the UK), I was forced to not keep my stories on site for long periods of time. Though I sell my books, I am not the heartless bastard people make me out to be. For those who can't afford to buy books on Amazon (I don't need to know the reason, just be honest about the need) all you have to do is send me an email requesting a title and give me an email where I can send it to.
It all started back in 2000. That was the very first time I posted a story on one of the sites. It was fictionmania and I posted “The Wishing Blanket.” It was only three parts, though I intended it to be more (blue screen of death killed the fourth installment and I never could get it back again). The response was immediate and it was positive. For a person like me it was better than drugs and sex combined. I lived for praise, and, to be honest, I still do.
Not exactly. I'm tired of being defeated. It's not my personality. I don't expect life to give me anything I don't earn and I don't expect things to come easy. A few years ago I tried to start blogging to hold me accountable for weight loss, no one cared, things happened. and I quit posting. In three years I've gained a hundred pounds and am about fed up with the way I'm living, but accountability is crucial for a person like me. Just ask people, I live to toot my own horn and get a pat on the back (which is pretty much everyone else in the world to some degree).
I don't know whether it is the weight or the constant attacks, but I've become quite the recluse. I hardly go out. I save the shopping for Felix, I don't to church any more, and I almost didn't go to the doctor's yesterday because the thought of someone seeing me made me a bit mental.
Since I am posting Worth Fighting For, I figured that enough time has gone by that a repost of Unreachable might be a good idea to remind everyone where Desiree has come from. So, for the duration (and as long as no one alerts Amazon) I will make Unreachable and Reaching Home available to everyone (without posting chapter by chapter). I hope people will enjoy and I still wouldn't mind if people posted reviews on Amazon for me (I'd like to hit 100 reviews).
So, while you still can (most likely a month), enjoy one of my better received works.
Worth Fighting For by Katie Leone, the highly anticipated sequel to Unreachable is out. I am sorry about the delay, but I am sure you won't be disappointed.
Transgender people have it rough when it comes to finding love and acceptance. They are often marginalized, trivialized, or victimized. It is a shame that transgender people are bullied, but it is even more alarming when that bullying comes from within the community.
For those who don't know, I'm fat. I mean really, really fat. I used to be fat when I was in high school, but I'm way beyond that now. When I won districts my senior year the newspaper read "slimmer heavyweight wins title". I thought the article was about someone else because I was at the high end of the weight class at 275lbs. But the article was about me and was littered with fat jokes and how I struggled keeping under 275. Oh, how I wish I weighed that now. Instead, I am 615lbs. God I wish that was a typo. But it is a fact of life.
Though Focus on the Family may not be transgender friendly yet, they do give great advice on some areas of life. I make it a habit of listening to them every morning, even though they are off on some issues. I thought today' episode was quite good and without naming names, I thought it might help some people in the community.
This broadcast is about overcoming being a victim of molestation. It is only the first part, but I will piggyback the link for the second part tomorrow when it becomes available. I hope this helps some people.
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