She got the results of the tests and MRI, and is now waiting word for when the surgery will be.

I read all of the comments to her about 20 minutes ago, and she wants me to thank everyone for their thoughts.

Holly

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As many of you know, diabetes has cost her all of her toes over past years.

Hi! I'm working on a sticky block and somehow found myself searching through my memory for a story I once read, but have lost somewhere... I think it's in my amygdala, but I could be lost even there...

The story was about a teenaged boy - trans, at it turns out (!) - hoodwinked into a girl's identity by his cousins, who finds herself a TV (sic) weather girl, and then a reporter, and finally a news anchor, all in one summer.

Does anyone remember this chestnut? Your help would be appreciated.
:-)
Michelle

Some may have noted I am largely absent of late. There's reasons for that, but mostly stuff I have no wish to toss out there for some vague self aggrandisement.

SO today I finally started taking hormones... or hormone, depending on your view of things.

The doctor put me on 1mg of estradiol twice a day (so a total of 2mg) and we will adjust when the labs come back. Currently I am not taking a testosterone blocker because the last time I had that checked it was at a 75. I suppose if it got higher I can start that again too. I do notice lately that my libido is way down anyway so maybe my body gave up on it.

At least its a start

Dorothy mentioned someone with any names. Well that person is me.

I went to doctor yesterday for the results of some tests I have been getting lately. Had hot flashes, breast pain etc. I expected that I was going into menopause or something.

Well I am barren. I will never be able to have children. While I kinda expected that it still hit me really really hard.

This isn't directed at anyone here, just some in-general observations and a recent experience of mine.

I was at the grocery store today and their self checkout lanes were down, so of course the registers that were going had long lines and people were patient about it given the obvious problems the place was having with its systems.

Recently I've been asked by an old friend of mine to write a script for his feature movie (this will be his first movie). Nothing too extravagant nor complicated, mind you, but something that can make people scream and possibly die of heart attack. Having never written horror stories before, this is a bit of a challenge. My aim is to write the best story which my friend, the first-time director will be able to create into a real masterpiece. So said, the best ghost movie of all time, or at least for the next 5 years.

Can I ask of favor of all my online friends? I have a friend who is in great distress, and she needs all the positive vibes you guys can send. I dont want to share her name or what's happening because not everyone is comfortable having their lives splashed across the net, but if you guys leave a note, I'll pass it on.

Thanks guys.

Wednesday I have a 2h jobinterview at the same employer but a different departement. Not my favorite job (accounting) but I can't really chose a job. It's only an internship at the moment but it would nullify the verdict of the retireent commission if I would get the job and there's a chance to get get it after the internship

Also applying for another job that is closer to y intrest although it's also partially accounting (account manager for subsidising sports).

I can be hard on my characters...

Well, progress has been rather slow for my current story, Destiny: Triumph of a Spellbinder, mostly because I've just gotten through a round of revisions. Me and my revisions.... Sheesh!

Head bans transgender pupil from exam... so she shows him Equality Act.

A transgender pupil had to show her headmaster a copy of the Equality Act before he allowed her to sit a GCSE exam while wearing girls’ clothes.

Interview in today's Guardian with the transsexual punk band member.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/2012/jul/22/laura-jane-grace...

I mentioned earlier that I bought a pair of hoop earrings. The one thing I wasn't prepared for was how heavy they feel. It felt like my earlobes were about to drag on the ground. Is this normal? Do people get use to it? Maybe buying at Walmart wasn't the best idea. I want to get some that dangle, but I often temper things with not wanting to push the issue of gender with other people.

Just got back from a nice walk around the local area, checked the news to see if the TdF had finished...

...and yup, it had and there were no unforseen calamities, so we ended up with the perfect result as predicted for the past few days: Cav won the stage, Wiggo won the race, and Froome was second.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/0/cycling/18946960

Congratulations to all three!

Next stop: a certain quadrennial sporting event... which starts on Friday evening for most, but Wednesday afternoon for the footballers (!)

For those of you who care about such things.

Before the crowing starts I just wanted to remind a few of our cycling fanatics that Gary Wiggins, father of a certain winner (I hope) of the Tour de France, is an AUSTRALIAN,

Love'n'kisses,

Joanne

Despite being in a great deal of pain thanks to some seriously crazy storms that have come through here in the last week and a half I have managed to finish the editing I was working on. This is a good thing, in that I can focus on other things for a while. So Yay.

This means I have nothing else (besides pain and Whedonfest) distracting me from other stories. Now if the storms stop maybe I can get K&K 5 finished. It hurts too much to really write, as it takes a while to really say anything at the speed I can go now. But here's hoping.

My mom passed away quietly last night. She wasn't well enough to survive surgery and had multiple organ failure, so after they removed the arterial assist device she peacefully passed away.

This week sees the end of the first chapter, I hope that so far people like what we are doing, if you have any suggestions or opinions please feel free to let me know, below is the link to the most recent page.

http://wishful-thinking2.smackjeeves.com/comics/1540909/14/

Well, I came home from helping the ex with the doc's office, when I found out that one of my aunts is trying to gather our family to have me charged with elder abuse and neglect in regards to my mom. But mom is making her own choices in continuing to work and having me live with her. All I can do is have mom state that clearly to my aunt, and hope that's enough to stop this.

Ah, well.

It's been seven years (and a day) since I officially joined the BCTS community and became a member. Although I've always been a writer and still make a pretty decent living writing ads, brochures, and other marketing material, Big Closet gave me a place to put my fiction out there so it could (hopefully) do what fiction is supposed to do – entertain, and (if I was lucky) say something unique about the human condition.

So the journey continues....

Today, I went to the hormone doctor. I am sure there is a proper title for that, something that ends in ologist. So I will say I went to the hormonologist today.

Was a fairly benign procedure. Costly, but benign. They took my pulse, they took my blood pressure, they took blood, they took money. I did a few sheets of paper work prior and they asked me questions about that. It's easier to explain not having knees when they can see for themselves.

So, the result.

Had a dream last night that I was a girl. It was very vivid and felt scarily real. It was fun. The dream was simple. I was a red haired girl, wearing a skirt, sweater and shirt. It was simple. It was just me, walking around feeling rather pleased with myself. That was it. It felt very, very real.

I'm looking for a story which may have been posted fairly recently. It was about a model (Gabriella, South American, if I remember correctly) who was born with a male body, and a man whose mother was also TS. He was adopted.

I'd like to read the story again but I've no idea of the title.

S.

Earlier I washed off a very dirty electric fan I had in house with the garden hose. I was gonna set it up in a window and just wanted to clean it off.

Well I left it to dry on the hood of my car dangling on the fence. Totally away from anyone.

So i go outside to get it as it should be dry by now and...its gone!

I am not all that heartbroken as I knew I would have to finishing cleaning it to make it work and its a fan I had repaired years ago. I just find it stupid that someone would come into my yard to blatantly steal a cheap little electric fan.

So, I intended to go camping this week end and when I got where I was going, there was lightning, rain and a tornado warning, so I wound up sleeping indoors.

As part of my meticulous planning for this trip, I managed to leave my Trazidone at home. By the time I got home, I'd been off it two days, and last night I felt I was doing so well that maybe this was the time to just quit it cold turkey.

Last night was so hot that I did not sleep well at all but did manage to get a few hours sleep in my, by now, sticky itchy sheets.

Had a nice day with my daughter yesterday. We took the train to downtown, and strolled around the downtown mall, had lunch, and then came home. I know it doesnt sound terribly exciting, but it made her happy. And I didnt really mind toning down the fem side for the day so she could have the best day possible.

Small things, but they make the world go round, don't they?

A few of you may remember me the wacky bear that hopped on laps, looked down blouse fronts and hid under long skirts (Well I actually flicked the skirts up)in Crystal's chat room when it was the place to be. Well as this is to inform you that I'm Back from the wilds and looking for old friends and hoping to meet some new friends. I'm sorry to see so many friends are no longer with us may they be having the time of their afterlives and wondering what this Looney HuggyBear is going to do next.

It gets tiresome saying this, but I will once again. SMILE ladies, Smile.

One of my biggest frustrations is when one of you puts your photo up and somehow I can look clear through to your very souls and see the pain, fear, lack of entitlement that lurks there; though poorly hidden.

Do what every young girl does. Spend time in front of the mirror, lots of it; time that is. Some of you seem to think you look more like the front end of a locomotive than a woman, but there is actually only one difference between a born woman and us, and that is entitlement!

It as been a while. I talked to my GT about the total cessation of reading, she mentioned it depression can do strange things. It isn't the only thing I've changed on either. I'm getting better, just not there yet.

Has anyone heard or communicated with Angharad.. She has not been on the site since Friday the Jul 12th and I just want to make sure she is OK?? Thanks! Richard

I am trying to find a story series here on this site. I can't remember the author's name but it dealt with a teen who transitioned, and got some grief from his dad, older brother and grandfather, but they all came around eventually. She spent a lot of time dressing up at her grandmother's house. Also the grandmother gave the older brother a bit of petticoat discipline and he was tormented by his friends and defended the younger brother. I would be very grateful is somebody could help me find this story.

Tired, sweaty and footsore; according to my pedometer I have walked something over 30 miles in the last five days.

Not sure I can afford to go on such a long vacation again though, while at the kennel someone taught Cuddles how to fart. You all almost read about it on the news, woman and dog found asphyxiated in their car on the I-10. HOLY SHIT, BATMAN! So to speak.

I'm hoping it was just because she only got kibbles to eat while in the kennel.

For those of you that have been heavy on the site last night and this morning, may have notice an inordinately large amount of what I'll call "Small/Micro Outages". I've been working on tweaking the server all night hoping to reduce the load and fix a few small recurring errors. I did sleep for a couple hours, but basically since about midnight last night I've been "fixing, testing, restarting" in what felt like an endless cycle.

Well, over the last two days I've had two very different conversations with two very different men, and I thought I would share them with you.

First, I had a conversation with one of my neighbors, that started with him asking me how I was doing, and when I said I was hanging in there, he said "not for much longer, right?"

Turns out he was talking about my SRS.

So we had a laugh, and a good conversation on the whole subject and I felt very relieved, because I didnt know how he'd react.

http://movieline.com/2012/07/14/frankie-go-boom-charlie-hunn...

Scary look at Perlman as a post-op TS. Clip part way down page in link.

Hey I just put a new story up. would like feed back but you can also take and run with it as I am not that much of an author.

Yesterday, thanks to a challenge that Dorothy Colleen put up, I was able to actually sit down and write. While it was a short 1000plus word story, it really felt good to do so.

Last weekend was the first days off I had taken since before Memorial Day, other then a day to take my son to Vermont to visit a potential college. He will be a senior in high school come September. So writing has been difficult both from a motivation and energy or time.

I appear to have disrupted my connectivity for a bit, until I can put things back together at least.

I apologise for the delay. I stepped on a tack, you see, and spun around, fell flat on my backside, and collapsed my little Internet accessories table.

Nothing serious, aside from embarrassment, but I have to suss out how to work a screwdriver to put the table back together.

Sent, as one says pretentiously, from my handy iPhone.

(and it is awfully handy sometimes, but I can't quite bring myself to post an entire chapter using my thumbs)

TTFN

Got back to the hotel, ate some chips and salsa and worked on the site for an hour or so and fell asleep. I probably would have slept straight through except some guy outside my window about 11:30 couldn't get his car alarm to shut off. Either that or he was stealing a car. I got up to look out the window, my car is still there but by that time, I was awake and hungry so I made a trip down to the snack machines and here I am.

My wife says I'm a "Nerd Girl"

Okay I am seriously disappointed. I wrote "the waiting room" hours ago and aside from Dorothy nobody has made a single comment on it at all.

If it was that bad, even though I was kinda proud of one point in it, I am not sure I wish to continue writing about it.

Depressed

I was somewhat pleasantly amused by Dorothy's recent post "To any non-trans guy brave enough to answer" which opened a discussion about erections, and the having of them. My interest was further piqued by her post "Here is a challenge for you all" about breasts. Not wanting to thread jack, I thought I might post my own thoughts on both topics from the other side of the fence.

It's been 4 years, 1 month, and 3 days since she passed away...

-P/KAF/PT

Had another good day at the con, bought some comics collections, including one of Groo off of Sergio Aragonés in Spanish. I asked him if he wrote the dialog himself but he said no, that he wrote the stories and drew them but as usual Mark Evanier wrote the dialog and then Sergio had some other person translate Mark's dialog into Spanish. Seems roundabout. :) I know that there are comics out there that Sergio has done in Spanish that he wrote himself but he didn't have any at the con. It sort of tickled him that I bought the one I did.

Well, today I two moments that felt like feminine milestones, but I reacted quite differently to each of them. First, when I was eating supper, I brushed my arm against my breasts and suddenly felt all sorts of confusing feelings as my body reacted to the contact. I liked it, I was scared of it, and it took my friend Jaci several minutes of talking to me on the phone to restore some semblance of balance.

Can any Brit explain the caution British police use especially the part about fail to mention....

You do not have to say anything, but if you do not mention when questioned something you later rely on in court, anything you do say will be given in evidence.”

I have a serious question. Do you LIKE getting erections? Is it supposed to feel good?

Well, I dont. I hate mine with a passion. They hurt. They make it harder to wear the kind of clothes I like. And they are a reminder I am not the person I want to be, need to be, or am inside, depending on your point of view.

Ah, well.