I just watched a documentary TV show on BBC America called Teen Transsexual; I hour long at noon MST. It followed a girl while she was 17 and 18. There was a little about her early life. She went on HRT at 16. After she turned 18 she was able to have breast implants. She was very slim and had had very little breast growth from the HRT.

Hi Everybody,

i just wanted to let everyone know that I've just started the MORFS Month-long Marathon! there will be a new MORFS story posted everyday during the month of February.

to read all the stories and to find out more info on the marathon, visit the MORFS Universe at http://morfs.nowhere2go.org

Just so people know, here's the graph from Sitemeter of monthly visitors for the past twelve months. :)

Hugs,
Erin

I noticed when posting a comment that the icons for Bold, Italic, etc have disappeared from the message body panel? Is it just me? I normally log in using Firefox. I know they don't appear with Safari, but they always have with Firefox.

A puzzled
Gabi

This was the most painful thing I've ever written.

All of the characters behaved badly and then suffered. And even when they tried to behave well, they suffered because the situation was just beyond their ability to deal with.

Nov. 3 1957 the first earthling went into orbit. It wasn't a man but his best friend, a dog. In honor of our own Laika and my own geek fascination with space I'm posting this link to a Msnbc article about the one and only spacedog. http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21596557/
hugs all!!!
grover

Sorry folks,

I wanted to get the next chapter posted tonight, but I got home too late and I'm too tired.

I guess I can cross Sci-Fi off my list as a genre. I had the idea for "The Bureau Of Karmic Retribution" pop into my head. It didn't go over well with my audience as I didn't get one comment about it. I will just stick to sappy tearjerkers LOL!

I first posted this as a response to the comments on my previous blog, but after I hit submit, I decided it was worth a post of its own.

I know that each of us grapple with the question; "who are we"? I think I am doing OK; at least as well as most other people. Those of you who know of my past brush with Islam, may also know that it left a deep, smoking, brand on my heart. I am talking of the stated philosophy, not of the weirdos, kooks and murderers who get all the attention.

Woke up this morning to find I had no control over my left leg, no bigee really as it's happened before, and is generally a bit wonky anyway. What it did mean was a day off work, to read through what I've been writing, and to rifle through my record collection (it really is a record collection, I never said goodbye to vinyl) for songs for Firestorm's repertoire...

Sorry I couldn't let this one pass by like the other one did.
I just got the 666th hit on chapter 2... Thankfully I'm not superstitious. lol

Thanks everybody for commenting, I know my sspelling can leave something for want, but I try to catch the mistakes

Hugs everybody,
Jayme

I posted this as a comment to "Who Was I", and then realized that it may be for a wider readership.

My dears, coming out as a T girl can be extremely hard for most of us. Perhaps coming out in our teens is easier but I don't see how it could be. Now, into my 4th year fully out, I can see a posible future for myself. Before was all about death and dying.

Not really anything to do with BC but everyone is so helpful here I thought it worth a try.

I have a young pen friend (just coming up 14) who is experimenting with writing a novel.
Does anyone know of a friendly site where she could post her efforts and receive the kind of support and encouragement writers appear to get here.

"You're not going to cry, are you?"

Wow! My date with Phillip is accruing hits with amazing speed. I guess you can read it as a stand alone, and some people must have at least opened it with that in mind because too many people have opened it to have just been those who've read the earlier chapters.

Also, the last blog, Thoughts on Femdom, got a huge number of hits.

Maybe it's just the title.

Hello BC fans!!! ^___^ ;-D

I had a eureka moment this afternoon, and have finally come up with the last major plot element for my first Edwardian set story (I think my little sojourn back to my eighties adolesence helped quite a bit).

So there I was, banging away at the keyboard, smoke coming out of it due to the speed of my single digit frenzy, proud that I can type at least ten words a minute as long as said words are not too long.

I didn’t want to do this, but I think I have to.

Unfinished Symphony is not a femdom story.

Here's a poem I wrote 11 years ago that I just found in a folder. When I first wrote it, I couldn't figure out what to do with it so I buried it. Now I'm hoping I found a home for it here.

Life Is Genderful

Society
Tries placing me
As one kind
In body and mind
But I am not a man
And I am not a woman
I'm a human being
Somewhere in between

I thought it would be fun to blog about Unfinished Symphony while it was being posted, but I'm not sure I like the way the blog is turning out. Sounds like I'm just complaining about too few comments (like there ever could be enough). So let's try something else.

So I had forgotten how much ego it takes to post a story. I mean, I spent all those millions of hours alone writing the damn thing, and really thought it was pretty good till I sent it to some wonderful people who read it for me. Then I spent another million hours (at least) fixing it.

Thank goodness the first chapter got so many nice comments. I can exhale now.

I may have to go to the ER later today. I'll try to keep you all updated, but now I have to get ready for work.

I've started a new serial over at Stardust. Like Blue Moon, I'm going to post short chapters there and then gather up longer ones to post here.

As I started to look for background detail for the Edwardian set stories I've planned, I quickly realised I knew next to nothing about huge chunks of the period (as opposed to the forties setting I've used before when I could rely on books, films and personal reminiscences of family who lived through it).

Still no idea what happened yet, the server was down for over 12 hours but the ISP said only "server up" and closed the trouble ticket. I'm annoyed.

But glad to be back!

Hugs,
Erin

Yesterday, I got myself into a discussion that I shouldn't have (I know - "oh no not again," you're thinking), but really, the argument was stupid because whilst we were both using the same language, we were both using it different ways.

Here's what I mean

For those of you who are post ops and living as a woman, would you do it again? I don't think I recall anyone telling me not to do it. It was after all my responsibilty.

I don't want a discussion with non ops here. It is too painful right now and I don't think I have anything to offer. I don't really want any comments.

I guess I was having a bad night. It certainly isn't reader's comments that keep me writing. No one could exist on such paltry feedback.

So where does inspiration come from? Tonight it came from two pieces of classical music (one by Schá¶nberg, one by Ives), Klimt's 'Judith' and an assist from Oscar Wilde.

I'm 300 words in and it seems to be going swimmingly, though there's a better than fair chance that when I read it back in the morning it's just going to be pretentious b*****s.

Oh well :)

I recently posted an older story, New Job, here. I must admit I was disappointed by the response. Although 2,000 readers opened the first chapter and 1,000 the last of five, there were very few comments. I suppose I should be used to that, every author ultimately gets less feedback than she would wish, but based on past reactions, I was hoping for more than just hitting the floor with a thud.

Many people will notice that I use the above title when I end a comment. I use the phrase to celebrate the many gifts, talents and skills of all T.G. people. If an I.Q. test was to be given, I believe that Big Closet members would rank very high.

In a few minutes I will be sitting down to my favourite meal - roast beef, yorkshire puddings, roast potatoes a couple of green veg and gravy thick enough to stand a spoon in.

1. (afternoon) I made the Compressed Titles slightly longer, if it would still fit on one line in the cell, I lengthened it
2. (afternoon) I added a colon as separator for Parted stories
3. (early evening) I added the latest two stories in a new row
4. (early evening) I re-alphabetized for the longer titles
5. (early evening) I set the width slightly thinner to a point that it won't inte

Just a thought. Since we have such a (wonderful) influx of oft' posting authors as of late, the rapidity of the front page scrolling down and away has become an issue to be thought about. I have an idea...

Why not have a small plain-text "sticky" post at the top with the past three days (and links to them)?

That is, like the "Leave a Comment" post, it stays up at the top, but has just quick links to the stories that've been posted in the past two or three days?

For example, right now it would be:

Is it just me that finds checking up on the latest total number of hits for a story so addictive? I imagine it probably is, lol.

There will be slight delay in the posting of chapter 5 of Hell Yeah it Hurts do to my returning to the world of the working.I have it started and will work on it as time permits and should have it ready before Sunday.Thanks Amy

Sephrena is doing great, and she wanted me to let you all know that all her operations are done and she is resting from them. She hopes to be out soon, but it may be another week. She also tells me how much she wants real food, and for some odd reason she's drooling at the food channel xD Why in the world would you watch that channel if you KNOW it's going to make you hungry, oh Seena-chan, you're so silly *huggles*

I had my first story posted on the fourth of October 2004 on Sapphires Place, the first episode of Snafu - a confection of New Age, transgenderism, military, medical and the occult. For some reason readers liked it, and I'm still writing it, although a conclusion could be emerging eventually.

Sephrena I just wanted to thank you for all the wonderful work you do to keep this site running and to try your best to keep all of us here in line even me and I'm not an author xD I think this has been long overdue, and I hope you enjoy seeing this when you get back, I love you Big Sissie :D *huggles*

Love,

Due to recent happenings on topshelf, big closet with sephrena being in the hospital and erin's mum, as i have editor status I have temporarily taken on the daunting task of sorting out outlines and headings, if they need doing.

I don't know if any of you know me, but I'm a very good friend of Sephrena, and she called me tonight telling me that she is in the hospital having surgery. I'll keep everyone up to date as I hear more. I'm going to have her in my prayers, and I'm ask that all of you will offer your own religion's form of prayer too.

Hey everyone, I'm writing from Melbourne, Australia. It is really nice here, and even though there are homophobic people here, like everywhere else, the acceptance for trangencered and gays is just unreal. I guess nobody can be themselves without conflict of some sort, but I have been here since October, 2007, and I have had no problems.

Also, I had to reregister a new account to get in, because this site wasn't recognizing my username or email address. But for whatever reason, I am still the same old Barbara Lynn Terry (smiles).

I was away on holiday sans computer for a little over a week and so many things have happened on BC while I was out of touch. You are a busy lot!

The node counter table in the database got corrupted during the crash early this morning. The system seems to have crashed due to a power brownout, probably due to high winds in LA. Bob and I will try to fix the database table tomorrow but I still haven't tracked down the My Stories problem.

Enjoy the ohrwurm. :)

Hugs,
Erin

Actually "Footprints In The Fog" is a first attempt by myself to write an actual story. It was originally posted as a rough beginning chapter on Sapphire's List back in 2005 entitled "Celtic Fire"

Going in to probably say goodbye to Mom. I'll be back when I get back.

Hugs,
- Erin