For some reason, Yoho! is down. THAT is where I have arcived my stories. That means that until fixed, I cant acces my stories,

Well, if that little blerb at the top doesnt get some hits, I dont know what would, giggle. Of course, that wasnt all I was wearing. I had gone to my last session with the community support team and decided that because it was downtown, I wouldnt go totaly enfeme, but could wear my bra and panties and hose under my boy clothes. It was over quick, so I decided to take care of my teeth, which have been aching the last couple of days. I am not sure the dentist noticed, he didnt say anything anyway. Life can be fun, can't it?

Yup, it's another "Sex Swap Sensationalism Sells" Strategy (I'm almost surprised they didn't use Sun-style alliteration) - this time in a local paper.

http://tr.im/QJfd (URL trimmed as it was incredibly long)

Couldn't their journalists find better things to do with their time than submit a Freedom of Information request on the costs of SRS? Apparently not... and to think it's the headline article on the paper version.

It doesn't help when the website "designers" think it's a good idea to slap a poll on whether Coventry smells or not (!) in the middle of the article text...

Okay, I've tried my best but I cant seem to come up with anything for this site mew. So I'm going to ask for help. My biggest problem is I have a hard time making small decisions, like which story to begin, which character's perspective to take this from, at what point in the story do I start, ect ect. I'd preferably like help from someone that either knows horror, likes horror, or is proficient in it. I just want to make this clear I do NOT write sweet and sentimental, my muse refuses to. So do not push me or ask me to do such, believe me, I have tried, and it did not end well.

I had the most amazing day yesterday.

I had taken my cousin to the airport to fly to a funeral. Yah, it was a downer, but we celebrated the life of my uncle on the hour long trip. I also came out to them. Total Acceptance! Aeeeiii what a feeling!

I'm a tad dismayed that it hasn't had more readers. Part 2 especially is some of Randalynn's best writing, and that alone is saying a lot!

You can't tell from the title, but this could just as easily have been called Saving Stark. If you've read any of the Stark tales, this is what they've been leading up to the whole time.

So if you are a fan of Randalynn's, please check these stories out. Part 2 hasn't hit 1000 reads yet and that's almost criminal.

{{Huggles}}

Frank

Publishing with Microsoft Word
by Puddintane

It's entirely possible to publish very pretty stories using only Microsoft Word and the Big Closet story tools, but you have to be aware of a few tricky things that Word* does that may be confusing.

Here's a story on the CNN web site.

http://www.cnn.com/2010/TECH/science/03/01/pesticide.study.f...

"The effects of atrazine in the long term have been shown to demasculinize or chemically castrate [frogs], combined with complete feminization of some animals," said lead researcher Tyrone B. Hayes, a biologist and herpetologist at the University of Berkeley.

I promiced I would write a bit more about my faith. I strongly suspect that my grandmother was the one who convinced my mom to send me to christian camp. But whatever the reason, faith became a big componant in my life. I am not sure I could do justice to what it means to me to someone who doesnt believe, but I needed that sense that somehow, in some way, there was plan, and I was included. That Someone beyond myself, greater than myself, was in charge, and He actuallly cared about me. When I found whosoever prays, it was, as it were, an answer to prayer in itself.

No excuses....

I was reading some of the recent blogs and I realized something. I was feeling much lighter. A great weight had been lifted from my shoulders, and I didn't even notice it.

Ran across this site today in my surfing. Think they're talking about us?

http://www.lambdaliterary.com/trans/02/25/is-there-or-should...

Hugs

Grover

I just mailed this letter to my parents. I figure it's my birthday, why not?

I don’t know how to say this, so I’ll just get right to it. Mom, Dad, I am a transsexual. I am transitioning from male to female now and should have done so 25 years ago at least. I debated bothering with telling you, I know that I am dead to you per your religion and have been for 23 years. You disapprove of me for simply being gay, so I’m pretty sure you’ll think this is worse. I actually wish I were just gay, it would have made things so much easier.

Well, since people refuse to write this blog for me, I guess I am stuck doing it, giggle. So I wanted to talk about my little piece "The talk" for a second. This one came to me as a, er, erotic dream. Which is weird for me, because normaly I don't dream of boys. Its got me wondering a bit about dorothy's orientation, giggle. Fortunatly for my readers, I toned it down from R rated to PG. If you havent noticed by now, I am not one for a lot of graphic descriptions in any case. Besides, I think the reader can fill in the blanks just fine, dont you?

You may recall a few weeks ago, I mentioned a daft weekend project of mine, to slowly produce chapter summaries for a certain story featuring characters with the unlikely names of Cathy Watts, Stella Cameron and Simon Cameron. Not forgetting Tom Agnew, Mima, Trish, Livvie, Danny, Billy, and Julie - together with appearances by Leon and his mum, Pippa and her sons, the lab technicians Neal and Gloria, Simon's father Henry and his other half Monica, several dozen other humans, and a dormouse by the name of Spike.

After a sleepless night (up at 1AM and couldn't get back to sleep) I was picked up at 6AM for the trip to the VA hospital in Buffalo N.Y. It snowed all the way there, sometimes reducing visibility to less than 100 feet. The roads, even the interstate, were not good at all, and we saw many cars and trucks off the road in the ditches.

I saw this today in the paper... interesting to say the least.
http://www.prodigalsonsfilm.com/drupal/index.php
"Prodigal Sons is a remarkable study of family and identity, of what it means to love and be loved, of how much human dignity can be found in surprising places. It is made with elegance and passion and a searing honesty that can very nearly break one's heart."

Looking at this blog, I realize I have only scimmed the surface, hitting the highlights. But I am not sure where to go from here, so I am leaving what to fill in with you readers. What's missing? What are you curious about? I of course will include any breaking news as it happens, but I hope I can satisfy any questions you folks might have.

By the time I was writing "The saga of E-girl", I was desperate to figure out exactly who and what I was. I realized I had to face fully the demons inside me. That would have been all but impossible, except I was getting support from others. I finaly plucked up my courage and published it here, and was overwhelmed by the positive responce. Thanks to that support I have made a commitment to getting whole. I have finally admited to myself what I want - I want to be female. I am in counsiling through my local hospital, and am seeing a rape counsilor as well.

Well, after my marriage imploded, I was ready to try and find out why I behaved like I did. My first stop in this journey was a christian counsiling center. They promiced a "cure" for gays and Tg, and I was desperate. The consilor was into Jung and dream interpertation, and encouraged me to write everything down. So not long after I started, I had a flashback and grabed a pen and paper and started to write. I had no idea what I was writing until I finished and read it. It was a graphic description of one of my assaults. I started to feel ill.

Maybe I was doomed to be confused about my gender anyway. Or maybe the trauma I had suffered created it. The fact is, I don't know which. I managed to bury the abuse so well, I effectively forgot, except in my nightmares. But by the time I started noticing that the girls were developing, I knew I was different from other kids. I felt totally disconnected from the boys and felt empathy for the girls. I started cross dressing whenever I could. I developed all sorts of rituals to force a gender change. But somehow I kept this hidden for everyone around me.

There's a new chapter in the new series posted today!

http://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/fiction/18249/jamie-and-peach-02

Maddy

Grief was a resident in my family from before I was born. Both my brother and I were in our own ways haunted by at least 1 ghost even on the day of our respective births. For my brother, that ghost was my mother's first-born, who had died 2 days after being born. So that when my brother came into the world, he was given the mantle as the heir to every dream and hope my parents had had for his older brother. My ghost was slightly different. While I was in my mother's womb she dreamed of a little girl. She was so convinced this dream was real that she had a female name ready - Colleen.

I would like to take a moment to step out from behind the stories and introduce myself. I am the product of a madcap gypsy childhood, puncuated by madness, death, rape, abuse, and then a long slow attempt to bring the pieces back togethr again. I am a work in progress in many directions. Do you want to get to know me? Be careful what you wish for. The one thing I am demanding of myself is honesty. If you stick around, you will get the truth, to the best of my ability to tell it. That picture may not always be pretty.

By in large, I have had a good time here; though I know that I emoted far too strongly at times. Hurt more than I thought it was posible at the time, I am gratified to have found a place to vent it. Every one of my stories were from my heart,honest and blunt at times.

More political correctness from Europe. However, the answer could be allow TG children to wear the uniform appropriate to their preferred gender.

See the link:
http://news.uk.msn.com/uk/articles.aspx?cp-documentid=152243390

Angharad.

so let me set the record straight. Tina and I ONLY have a platonic relationship. That all it has ever been, that's all it will ever be, and I am FINE with that. It's being completely alone in the house that has me spooked. As for a pet...NO freaking way. Been there, been tied down by it, Won't do it again.

I hope this clears things up from my last blog.

Cathy

This morning, my housemate/best friend? told me that she and her boyfriend are going to get a house together. He won't move in with her with me here, and she refuses to kick me out so he would move in.

a little question for me please?.... Being the complete computer dunce i am, Could someone please explain how i set up a link to an article i think others might enjoy. Any help would be very much appreciated.

Kirri

Another one from the Daily Wail. Notice they use the male pronoun throughout.Nice photo.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1252478/Tr...

Angharad

News story on the BBC web site:

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/8525777.stm

Previous studies have shown that progesterone supports the normal development of neurons in the brain, and that the hormone has a protective effect on damaged brain tissue.

If it supports the development of neurons in the brain it might explain quite a few things.

I wonder if they will be looking for any "unusual" side effects? Perhaps a change in clothing tastes?

I have a friend who is an English teacher, and she gets these little gems from time to time. This one is from a few years back but I recently found it and thought I post it here for giggles. This is a collection of analogies and metaphors submitted by high school English teachers from around the US and taken from essays turned in by actual students.

1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.

2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.

I have just sent the next chapter od Warsop off to Nora Adrienne for her to proofread, then onto JennFl and finally, to Maddy Belll.

Well we had one against Dan Brown a few years ago, now JK Rowling and her Harry Potter empire are under attack.

I suspect an example of money hungry lawyers exploiting the legal sytem - in this case the Statute of Limitation.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/8522291.stm

As far as I can tell, no one has yet linked Bike to a previously undiscovered copy of 'Velocipedes - a guide for the etiquette for young ladies using said form of transport,' (or How to ride without showing one's bloomers)by Jane Austen's second cousin three times removed (once forcibly), Lancie Headstrong.

I have, no doubt, alienated some friends, and have been generally hard to get along with. I know that my health issues are certainly a big part of this. Not knowing exactly what's going on with my health is preying on my mind. Additionally, there is some pain associated with what's going on, and that makes me irritable as well.

See Bob's blog on Stardust: New Sci-Fi/Magic Site?.

Hugs,
Erin

For those of you who were and possibly still are firefly fans, Josh Whedon's new series starring Eliza Dushku has I think, now got just as many fans and is receiving a similar cult status.

Readallaboutit here

For those who are interested, I have another chapter of Bonkers (Totally Insane) in production and which I hope to post during the weekend.

For those who aren't interested :p

I see that Femskin are now selling a Padded Girdle which appears virtually identical to the fictional Hiplet used in many of my stories. Only Sensotouch is missing. At around US$1000, it's not cheap, but then, neither are my Hiplets.

Does anyone have experience with Femskin products? They do appear fantastic, but they're certainly not cheap and I've not heard reviews from more than an occasional user (who could be a company plant!). For such expensive products, I'd expect the website to impress, but it doesn't make me feel over confident that the end products will match their billing.

For quite a while, Real Life, in the form of time spent looking for work, and a few other things, got in the way of archiving EAFOAB.

I'm no longer looking for work, but the new job came with a relatively long commute, so my time is still at a premium. I would like to spend it on other stuff, and limit my time at BCTS to reading and editing.

PS, in New Zealand has been, with my thanks, collecting everything from 650 on, in the usual 50 chapter blocks.

I came across this article and was very disturbed by what they're suggesting. Does it sound as bad as I think it does?

Saless

This was my reply to a comment made about my recent posting to Cynthia and the High School Years - Part 1

Charlene,

Hi folks, it's me again.

In between trying to do this course - which I should say is like swimming uphill through treacle - I have been feverishly writing a story I have mentioned to others is on the way.

It's called The Cliffside Heroine and is about a boy whose twin sister and her two friends decide to dress up. Things go horribly wrong and he ends up...

Well, you'll just have to wait and see, won't you.

So, this morning I was reading on this site and I had an interuption. I had to leave and I forgot to get off the internet. When I got back a few hours later and sat down at the computer, I spun the track ball and the computer woke up to a funeral home on my screen but with BCTS in anothe window. I am not suicidal and have not been looking for a Funeral Home. Worse yet, it was an Arab Funeral home. Even more worser yet, I had a young woman with me whose brother had blown his head off a year ago.

I just couldn't stand it and had to post this chapter instead of waiting another day or two. I am really very proud of it. This chapter brings us to the second major event in Cyndy's life. Her transformation being the first one. Please let me know if you like what I did. There are still two chapters remaining in Part 1 to try to straighten this mess out.

:) Portia

I've only now learned of the departure of Margaret Jeanette, a prolific writer whose work appears on FM. I have, on occassion been entertained by her work and am saddened that our small community has become somewhat smaller, and dimmer.

She passed on Feb. 4th and requested that her body be buried with a smile, and that laughter permiate the celebration of her life. I urge those who might be interested to read the details at the beginning of her last story.

Lil Kelly