Watching the Cycling World Road Championships Women's Road Race in Belgium at the moment. And while keeping my fingers crossed for Lizzie. It’s daft I know, but I still have half an ear open to hear where Jenny or Gaby Bond is! All your fault Madeline Anafrid

I read an obituary today in my local paper. It was for Bishop John Shelby Spong who died this month at the ripe old age of 90. I had heard him talk on the radio in the mid-eighties and he came across as a radical Anglican with modern views. He openly admitted that he considered himself an atheist and then went on to explain that he believed in God, it was Organised Religion he had a problem with. Well, they had a problem with him at times. He was ordained in 1955 and served in North Carolina and Virginia before becoming Bishop of Newark, New Jersey where he stayed for 24 years.

A few weeks ago, I'd been in an online writer's group, and shared a chapter of one of my stories. One of the people in the group asked me why my character was talking with a Southern accent. Does anyone else who's read my stories see any accent like that? The only places I've lived have been New Jersey and California, so I'm really not sure where I might have picked up a Southern accent.

The Masks timeline has been updated. The revised version can be found at:

https://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/blog-entry/77382/masks-timeline

Please report any formatting problems, etc. here. (I hope that is the right place for the update. This is being done in a bit of a hurry due to personal obligations. I'll check back on this later.)

I finally finished chapter 7 of my story. I'm so proud of myself. I've had A LOT of problems IRL so finally finishing this makes me feel good. Sorry it took so long, I hope you can understand.

But it is still Wednesday!

Heya folks!

So, I know y'all see 'em popping up a lot of times on the front page of the site here, the hand-drawn covers for a lot of Doppler's ebooks?

That's my work!

Hey everyone,

I recommend that you watch a heartwarming movie called "Everybody's Talking About Jamie".

It centres around a 16-year-old schoolboy who wants to be a drag-queen and his adventures on the way to achieving his ambition.

A few days ago, Doppler Press published How You Play the Game. It is the twenty-first book I’ve written that has been sold on Amazon.

I donate 100% of the proceeds to BC to support this site. Erin has said it has been quite a bit of money.

Last week, Erin messaged me about three of my books: Miss Recudes, Leight Wilde, and The Ninth Fold.

She asked if I had published them through someone else.

In the UK this weekend there has been some debate after an MP received death threats when her views on trans women were made public.
She does have history.

https://www.pinknews.co.uk/2021/09/11/rosie-duffield-anti-tr...

The idea of self identification is being hyped as any big hairy bearded guy can enter a female only "safe space" and say

"it's ok, I identify as female today!"

It was there, and I do not know where it came from or where it went. I read it and liked it and was going to make sure that I commented but now it's gone. What?

Every now and then I stumble across an author who makes me feel like the world’s biggest hack.

My spouse reads about three books a week. That’s how I “found” Sue Monk Kidd.

Kidd writes historical fiction. The first book I read of hers was “The Book of Longings.” It is the fictional autobiography of Jesus’ wife published in 2020.

I remember writing this story but did not know it was attached to a true story. Today, I met the uncle of the murdered Transgender teen. The assailant, a Bosnian man got 20 years. He tried to use the excuse that finding out was so upsetting to him that he lost his mind. Apparently, Washington State has passed a law that bars that as a defense.

Hello out there,

I released two chapters in four weeks. If I were to follow that pattern it would mean that tomorrow a new Walker's Path would come out.

While I am close to finishing the latest chapter its not quite complete.

To close out the next chapter I'm looking at them finishing breakfast and leaving the buffet.

As soon as I have that done (I'm close) I will be editing it and then releasing it. Hopefully that will be next Friday.

For some strange reason, chapter 48 (and the six comments) have disappeared from my page and the chapter list. I have reposted it but now the chapter list is out of kilter.

I have to change the title of my next book.

For anyone who follows the BCTS Patreon, Erin's been posting chapters of a story I was writing -- Double Date Dare -- over there for quite a while. There was a hiatus for a bit, but I recently finished the story, and re-wrote it for publication through Doppler.

Except there's a problem.

See, since I started posting chapters of the story, *another* trans fic author -- of erotica, no less -- has used my beloved story title for a book of their own.

A few things:

Hey everyone,

Just a quick note to let my readers know that because I had a busy couple of days and haven't had much energy while fighting this cold that Martin gave me, stories will be a bit delayed this week. I'm trying to finish the new chapter of Apocalypse Dawn for sometime tonight, but it may not be posted until tomorrow morning. Whether other chapters are late will depend on how fast I can catch up while I've got this cold dragging me down.

*big hugs*

Amethyst

I've got chapter 2 of Portal Problems ready, but I'm not confident in it. would someone be willing to read it, and give me their opinion?

This week's article is One Dozen Roses by Patricia Marie Allen, Cheryl Bishop, Nuuan, Rosemary, Melanie E, Aylesea and Andrea Lena. Click this link to read the article:

https://tgf.miraheze.org/wiki/One_Dozen_Roses

We have PMed, me and Roberta and she is not thinking of anything silly or harmful to herself or others. I am not at liberty to disclose anything else about our communications, but there will likely be more to come.

She is VERY grateful for all the kind words expressed both in her blog and mine and wants to thank you all for your concern and good wishes.

more to come as it occurs.

Catherine Linda Michel

Again!

Heard on world service there is a shortage on pudding island…lorry drivers that is

In all my 74 years on this planet, I have insulted or hurt more people than I can count! But you know what? Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke or an insult!

Oh I know I'm an awful person...or...I WAS. The thing is, I don't, I CAN'T allow all those hurts and insults rule my life! If I did, I'd be in the same funk that has you tied up right now.

Its weird to have a revelation about yourself at 55.

But I did yesterday, as I finally realized I am super tactile.

I'm always stroking my blankets, or my stuffed toys, or just about anything I can reach.

Thing is, even now being able to acknowledge this, I still have no clue why I do this.

ah, well.

I am a horrible author.

...

That's all I hear in my head now. I feel compelled to write, to have others know my thoughts through stories I've crafted after hundreds of hours of research and writing... and re-writing... and editing... and then finally after 3 years of sitting on these stories, I let the people in my life convince me that they're actually good and that I'm an author and a good writer.

They were wrong.

I heard this on the radio in the car yesterday.

The Who song I'm a boy was written by Pete Townsend . The song was originally intended to be a part of a rock opera called 'Quads' which was to be set in the future where parents can choose the sex of their children. The idea was later scrapped, but this song survived and was later released as a single.

It was never clear if it was intended to be about a boy who was treated as a girl, or a girl that wanted to be a boy.

I posted a short story on Literotica recently , or rather I tried . it was A Conversation with Mother - Secret Girl, I even took the part out where he asks his mother if he cut his extra bit off, would he be a girl.

So all innocent stuff, the sort you would have on a daytime TV discussion.

It got rejected as it sexualizes under 18's.

A photon scatters off an electron. Or perhaps an electron scatters off a photon. Or perhaps an electron and photon scatter. Whatever you choose to call it, the electron absorbs the photon and a little later, emits a photon. This is the diagram:

The horizontal axis is meant to be the time axis, although one may imagine the figure has having two spacial dimensions.

The above is the sane process.

My therapist had a really good insight into what happened with the writing group:

"Sometimes when we're struggling with self-hate or loathing, we find ourselves sharing vulnerable aspects of ourselves to people who have not earned the right to our most intimate selves. It's almost like a test to those around us. And if they passed one test, we push again and we push harder.

“As long as it’s not Gizmo driving a Gremlin,” said Doc and we all chuckled. We faced unknown danger and laughed, so we must be brave.

Part 3 of latest book posted! Thanks again to the help of a good friend who caught quite a few gooberisms with their final check-through. They had to suffer through with me sending many updates over the past week as I kept poking at it, even after I had said I was 'done'. I'll have to be better about that for the next one, lol.

Now to use the rest of this holiday weekend plowing through the text of Part 4!

Thanks to everyone who reads as always, and especially those who comment! Hope y'all enjoy!
- Erisian <3

I've resisted as long as I could, but the dark side has taken me -- I've started publishing my material on Amazon. It's a new thing so far with only Lifeswap available as a Kindle download (with a slight facelift -- the story is the same, but I've tweaked some of the bits I felt needed tweaking). The plan for the next few weeks (months?) is to do the same with some of the other stories I've posted here, making anthologies of the shorter works so each work will be 100k words or above, and making them available in digital or dead tree format.

AITA for refusing to give my trans daughter a family heirloom? : AmItheAsshole (reddit.com)

As I have done a couple times before, when I have read something, especially something I am unable to comment to directly. That which I feel fits more into our specific issues, I have no other choice but to address it, particularily where the terfs and trolls cannot reach it, essentially.

The fact is, that this is technically a situation where neither gets truly a happy ending, unless the ‘winner’ is a severe narccist.

in case anybody isn't tired of me talking about my dreams, here is last night's:

I dreamed I was an assistant to a young man, who looked like an athlete. I was following him, taking notes on a notepad, and after entering a hotel room with 2 beautiful women on the bed, he announced he was going to take a bath.

Because he also wanted me to keep taking notes, he had me follow him, and in the swimming-pool sized tub were 3 more women who I ignored as I kept taking notes.

I do a lot of reading on Psychological matters and sometimes take College courses. The DSM can most certainly put one in a tail spin if we take it as Gospel. I've noticed that certain schools of thought preach that MTF folk have been abused by males. That could be the case with me because of my own stepfather, and it is very easy for me to hate males. Off setting that, I have met numbers of males who were very nice and caring. The other day on an elevator a man started talking to me and by the time I got off I was gasping.

So last night I brought my autobiographical piece "the house" to my writing group, and the group leader got so upset at the thought that I might be worried about hurting someone the way I was hurt got her so upset she stopped my reading, and we went on to someone else's work. So I came home in a cloud of self-hate, which wasn't helped by my sister in law reminding me this is now twice in a fairly short time I've hurt this person.

I let the steamy water cascade over me…and groan. It’s the first day of school…my first as a “girl.” It’s also my first day at my new school.

WunderBoy -10-
by Shauna Rousseau
on BC Patreon for Members

Re-reading some old comments I was reminded of how what is regarded as male or female garb depends on time and place.

In many countries men walk around in what really is the same thing as dresses. In Suva I saw a bunch of teenage schoolboys in their school uniform skirts. And what about the cute little skirts Greek guard soldiers wear?

If I remember correctly Romans despised Britons as barbarians for wearing bifurcated garments on their lower body.

On my woes!

"Romance in Disguise" is my latest, my fifth anthology of short stories published on Amazon and available on Kindle.

... I'm scheduled to be meeting with a therapist.

I'm not sure if I'm ready. I feel like I'm wading into a lake, and years of memories are being stirred up as I walk. The water is too murky to see my own feet, and I'm not certain how deep the lake is, or how far I can go before I slip into the deep end. Right now, just the thought of letting a complete stranger look into those waters, and see whatever might float to the surface, is a bit ... terrifying. I really hope I'm in better shape tomorrow.

So I had just about finished a long post with some pictures for you when Firefox decided to refresh and lost the whole thing.

As a result you won't be getting all that I wrote about my rides, visiting Imber and so on. There is a new Gaby chapter up, my desktop has blown up which is why i'm using Firepox on my steam powered lappy, here is a picture from yesterdays ride and one of me earlier - I didn't have any red dye so i've gone a bit, er blue!

A bit ago it came to light that an author can request no comments be allowed on their story.
My general policy is if there are no comments, it means the story will not be read.
And if the lead in synopsis feels a bit sketchy or very vague, the story will be ignored.
An exception to that might happen if I am acquainted with the author's style from previous stories.
In years past, I have started reading a story only to find it wasn't something I wished to read for one reason or another.

okay, its dream time again.

last night I dreamed I was working in a place that kind of reminded me of Black Mesa from the game Half Life. But unlike the game, we were not evacuating, but we were moving.

After helping a woman with some offices, I went to see if I could help anybody else, when one of the senior people there told me we had a spy somewhere in the facility, and asked me to do a search.

Luxuriating on the beach with a real book and tea.

I've sorta been ... obsessing ... about seeing a therapist in a few days. There were just lots of stuff ... I don't know the name of the stuff ... but it was filling me up to overflowing. And then, I became disconnected from the stuff, but it sorta ... kept going without me. And that stuff somehow turned into the song below. I'm still feeling disconnected, and I'm not sure if I can make sense of the song, but I sorta just needed to say what's in this song, because ... I'm not sure. It just feels like something that really needs to say. Umm ...