Well, here it is at last the final part of The Fall of Kruhl. I hope you all have enjoyed reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it! It's been an absolute blast.

The Fall of Kruhl Pitched Battle By Daniela A. Wolfe Months after the events in Tondzaosha, Alexandra has begun to make a life for herself in New Hebron, but never one to back away from a fight, she leaps at the chance to interceded when she crosses paths with someone who needs her help.

If there wera a bot and a boy and girl wearing belts standing next to each other with their bodies obscured so that only the belts were visible could you tell which was which?!?

How?!?

One of my dogs apparently has a food allergy, so I've gotten her a different type of food.

She doesn't seem to like it. She has taken to trying to bury the bowl with her nose -- unless, I feed it to her by hand. Then, she is quite content to eat the stuff.

Okay so last night I had another dream where I was at school (this time it was university, but still) and lost.

Except this time I ran across a really bubbly young woman, who seeing me looking confused took my arm, and when I told her were I wanted to go, she found us a rather round-about route.

The bakery besieged?! Can the Loft still be Angie's safe place?

A reasonably sensitive article about this amazing woman.

https://www.theguardian.com/music/2020/nov/11/she-made-music...

There was also a long article on facial feminisation surgery in yesterday's.

https://www.theguardian.com/society/2020/nov/10/female-femin...

... something strange has happened. I wrote a story called "Christian Feminization" based on an institution of that name described in a TG site I found called virtuousmodestlady.tumblr.com. When posting it I mentioned: “This is a story that could certainly be extended”.
It must have struck a chord. As I later explained, that story received around 11,000 reads in just two days, which is almost unheard of. Reviews of the story included one describing it as: “this titillating new genre and another said: “I would like to see more, and longer, stories set in this universe”

I was watching a video about the "Make a Wish" foundation, who give kids with serious health issues a chance to do something they always wanted to, and it occurred to me, this might make an interesting premise for a story here, like a trans kid uses their wish to spend a day as their true selves, or something.

Sadly, right now my writing spoons are missing, so I cant run with the idea, but maybe someone else would like a crack at it.

what do you think?

There has been a split in my extended family for most of my life, with many of my uncles and aunts refusing to having anything to do with my mom or my brother or I.

Now, two of those uncles are apparently having serious medical problems, and there's every chance I wont know anything unless they die.

Despite this, I'm finding myself wishing I could see them one last time.

Crazy, huh?

It snowed here Friday night and it has been raining since at the lower elevations. This has probably put an end to our fire season for this year, locally, though fires continue to burn in the northern part of the state.

One community near here in the mountains has suffered two evacuation orders due to fire and yesterday faced another order for flash flooding. The cold saved it, not enough rain fell on the snow to melt all of it and make a dangerous flood. This morning, the white peaks appear and disappear in the clouds that are still dropping snow up where we really need it.

Here in the UK its Rememberance Sunday, when we honour our dead from 2 World Wars and subsequent military interventions, lest we forget.

Soon-to-be Ex-President Trump has tweeted that more people voted for him than any other President in history.

I am reminded of an old joke.

An American and a Russian compete in a two-person race. The American wins easily.

Pravda (old Soviet news organisation...Their equivalent of Fox News) reports on the race. Russian athlete comes second, American is next to last.

This YouTuber may be of interest:

https://youtu.be/VEcuD7kyUoI

I am trying to get hold of Petra Jane. The message below was sent twice through her web server but bounced saying my message was spam. So I writing here in case they visit this website or if there is anyone around here who knows how to get a hold of her. Please message me if any of you can assist me getting in contact with Petra Jane. Thanks.

I know that there are presidential elections...
But everybody I know is keeping "radio silence".
People who had so much to say about Belorussian elections - just disappeared...
News media... the same.
Are there anyone still alive in the US?
I cannot just outright believe Kremlin-controlled news media that US of A is still there...
Are you OK? Is the US still there as the United States of America?

I'm sorry to post again so soon, but well, I've gotten some potentially bad news.

The doctor who did the scope on me apparently found some growths in my esophagus.

Biopsy negative for cancer, but their placement is a concern, apparently.

hugs and prayers appreciated.

I woke up this morning with a beautiful case of the Martian Death Flu, as I unaffectionately call it.

It's the one where you feel every molecule that hits your body and alternately need a blanket, then feel like throwing your clothes across the room because you're too hot. Also, every muscle in your body feels like it's been overused for the last week and a half.

After some naproxen, I felt much better and could crawl out of bed, which was good. After 18 hours in bed, my back was calling me every name in the book, and some I'd never heard before.

I had a dream last night that has me questioning me being trans.

In the dream I was at university and sharing a dorm room with a dude.

So when I woke up, I realized that even though I never looked at myself in the dream, I would have to had been a dude too.

Now I'm all mixed up and I want to cry.

I'm through giving to politicians.

Personally, I will pay $200K to $400K more taxes if Biden gets his way than if Trump is re-elected.

I'm on Medicare and don't have a dog in the healthcare discussion.

My family dies in our early 80s so climate change is theoretically to me since I'm 72.

I'm a privileged white.

Other than Trump's asinine approach to trans versus Biden's huge helping hand when he was a VP, most of why I care is for someone I don't even know.

Yet, I got involved and donated a bunch of money.

which might give light relief from debacle that is the US election.

Maybe I don't remember who I am, but everyone calls me Sugar.

Anyone want to spend $945,000 CAD for a Typhoon class Nuclear Ballistic missile submarine?
listed on cragslist for Vancouver BC

https://vancouver.craigslist.org/van/boa/d/vancouver-tk-17-a...

174 metre long sub powered by twin nuclear reactors ( need fuel ) torpedo tubes, missile silos.
West Coast delivery available.

just what we all need, someone freaking out because hormones are in flux and access to ballistic missiles. ;)

A man that I have known for perhaps 25 years when I was attending an Evangelical Church, just told me about something that I've never heard of before and the way it was worded it seemed like he wondered about me. I'm shaken right to the core, and do not know what my future is going to be.

He asked me about the term, "Clovergender". I had never heard of it and no one ever accused me of any sort of abuse of a child. He felt that the idea is that folk like that are Pediophiles. I raised three children and there was never any of that sort of behavior.

Stevie performs as Miss BeeGee, Mascot of the Harbordale Blue-Greens independent basebal club. The kids love her, the fans love her--Miss BeeGee is really popular. Inside the costume, Stevie enjoys it all. One problem--Stevie is a boy.

got a new story up, look forward to seeing what people think:

https://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/fiction/87476/locked

my mom accidently called me "Dorothy" in front of my ex, and she threw a fit saying she didn't know anybody named Dorothy, that my birth name was the name given me by God, and I came really close to stopping the car and telling her to walk to the grocery store.

Sighs, the things I do for love ...

Wendy Carlos - A Biography, by Amanda Sewell.
Oxford University Press; Illustrated edition (September 2, 2020) Hardcover.

No-one knows how Devil's Hollow (which I can see part of from my front porch) got its name. I even asked at the Kentucky History Museum*. Here's one explanation:

http://www.dcr.net/~stickmak/Transformation/Catamount/devils...

*Their best guess was that it still looks like the kind of place where you might encounter the Devil.

Been having migraines off and on since Friday. This is not, in the least, fun.

Dark rooms and silence are my friends right now.

Yep, a posting on the right day and before bedtime!

Because I'm a tad strange, I decided to count the number of stories I have here.

Final count?

425 individual stories, poems, and essays.

not bad, huh?

Also, check out our current poll: Should BC Patreon offer Annual Memberships?

I feel like I'm failing my mom as she has started to struggle with what I think is dementia.

I mean, I'm a mess, barely holding it together for myself, how can I help her?

So lately I've been finding a lot of transgender YouTubers getting recommended to me (more and more the more of them I actually check out, though that's unsurprising.)

I'm a bad writer.

See, instead of writing stories, I've been making D&D characters.

sorry.

Hello again, Closeteers!

As I announced in yesterday's blog, the new fan-fiction chapters of A Mother's Love will be starting up soon (tonight or tomorrow). These build upon the original story by Alys (and can be found by clicking on her name at the Author's page link up top). Since there is a significant backstory to the fan-fiction chapters, I recommend pre-reading these parts of Alys's story before starting the fan fiction:

A Mother's Love - Prequel
A Mother's Love - Volume 1 (11 parts)
A Mother's Love - Volume 3 (2 parts)

Please message us at Top Shelf to let us know if you are safe. The fire danger is SO high.

Catherine Linda Michel

Sorry for not getting The Arctic Fox Chapter 19 out at my normal time of Thursday night.

Last night, I had my grandson over, and he was getting into everything he possibly could. He's very cute, but likes to manipulate. Everytime I would get after him, he would hold out his arms and come to get a hug, which was not forthcoming.

Since taking care of him is a regular Thursday night thing to give my son and daughter-in-law some time off, I think I'd better plan on Tuesdays and Fridays for The Arctic Fox, rather than Monday and Thursday.

I wish I young enough to do this.

https://twentytwowords.com/married-dad-father-of-three-wears...

Another texting scam going around.

In a nutshell it is the 'you have been talking to one of my girls' and 'I belong to a strong gang' and you will get killed if you don't contact me and pay for the girls time.

I know it is a scam and definitely will not respond in any shape or form as once you do any such thing you are done for.

Intellectually I know it is a scam but it still triggers that wave of flight and fight response which I am processing.

In Summary: Don't respond to these kinds of random threats!

so here is my chronicle of my adventures in endoscopy:

after repeatedly telling the nurses and then the doctor about my PTSD and gag reflex, they gave me the normal amount of sedative and then had me clench this plastic tube between my teeth.

10 seconds later I'm gagging and they had to take it out and knock me all the way out to do the procedure.

Sighs, at least it's over ...

You know what's tough? Self care. Self care is super, super tough.

But when it goes right, it's a great thing.

I've been letting my self-care slide a lot the last few years. I've gotten somewhat better about it in the last year and a half, since I sort-of left the work force and started focusing on work-from-home pursuits, but I've still languished in the land of 'I'll get to it later' on some things for far too long.

One of those is my weight.

I am going for an endoscopy tomorrow, and I'm already struggling with anxiety.

Thanks to my PTSD, I have a gag reflex like nobody's business, and therefore the prospect of having a tube shoved down my throat doesn't exactly fill me with happiness.

hugs appreciated.

Or maybe I’m just being maudlin. More likely it’s just the bottom of my cycle and I’m being hormonal.

I find myself losing friends slowly, apparently destined to be the last one. Consigned to turn out the lights and lock the door on my way out.

Am I no better than the legendary albatross? Losing friends simply by making friends? Am I no better than a modern day red death? Killing people by the simple act of getting to know them?

While the more eagle-eyed among you may have noticed recent comments from me scattered across a handful of stories, it actually marks a 'soft' return from a prolonged absence (from here - those who frequent the BCTS group on the Book of Faces will probably have seen me quite frequently...) of about 3 1/2 years...

Couple months back I realized how much out of touch with current makeup fashions I had become when I began looking for a lipstick color to replace one I had used for years. There are a couple names for what I was searching for but obviously Frosted Peach, or Iced Peach is no longer a fashionable lipstick color. I tried multi variations of color combinations with no luck. I finally found what I wanted on one of those trips to OKC.

So I've been thinkin' about writing a lot lately, and a few recent stories have spurned a bit of an odd series of thoughts in my noggin'.

A lot of trans fic, whether intentionally or unintentionally, tends towards fantasy to some degree or science fiction. That's not to say ALL stories do, but even when it's very light -- whether it be the miraculous power of subliminals to change you utterly or a brand-new magic pill that does the same -- a lot of trans stories delight in utilizing fantastical gadgets or wonder drugs to do the dirty work.

My question, though, is this: