When I first started writing TG fiction I thought that there were maybe six stories in me, total.

I posted my first story “Zoran” on Fictionmania in 2017 - November 11 to be exact. It was a story about a teenager blackmailed into femininity and running with it, ultimately turning the tables on his abuser, and finding happiness as a woman. It was deeply satisfying just to relate it. I got three reviews: “Really cute and sweet, I liked it”; “Nice short story, Good job”; and “Well that was a surprise! Great job!...”. That added some additional satisfaction. It started there.

While I try not to hate people, I dislike the following type of person intensely, which is why this originally hit my facebook page a few years ago.
For those who know Spokane and the south hill, I was on 57th where Hatch Road comes up the hill and merges with it. A woman in a Subaru Outback came up the hill like a bat from Hades and got right on my backdoor.

but I've been in A&E this evening

Billy isn't too sure about Jack claiming to be her "rich boyfriend" but at least he's paying for her shopping trip.

Quite some time ago, I started a story called "the secret of M.Y.T.H.", and had high hopes for it. unfortunately I got blocked on the story, and it fell to the bottom of my stories in progress pile. Now, at last, I think I can do something with it, but rather than simply carrying on from the point where it has been sitting, I think it would be better to unpublish the unfinished version and then publish the complete one. So how can I remove the old version of the story?

to be a habit!

Stevie wore a costume but was Todd wearing his heart on his sleeve?

Well, guess what folks?

I have a new story up !

Check it out, let me know what you think!

https://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/fiction/86618/adventures-over...

Here in "Momland" Kissy is "Yawning" as she winds down from an exciting day of romance and discovery.

Meanwhile, Patrons get a view of a future episode, #26, as Kissy gets some shocks from her phone messages.

There are times I think I should have been born with a much lighter hair color (before anyone gets up in arms, did I say blond?) rather than the bright red I had as a child. Yes, it darkened into a nice auburn when I was a teenager, and then went boring brown as I got older.

I mean, what kind of idiot eats ghost chili potato chips, then (even after washing hands and using alcohol wipes) checks blood sugar levels, then injects insulin?

Ow ow ow!

For those who have been following my story, For Want of a Comma, below is a picture of how I sorta imagine Tommy looks after changing into his uniform. Except for the shoes, I created the uniform from scratch, imported them into Second Life, then took a photo there.

so, my car's windshield wiper fluid distributor seems to be on the fritz, and my check engine light is on. which means bye bye more of my emergency money..

I'm pretty sure whatever is wrong happened when I accidently went over a high sidewalk, so it's nobody's fault but mine.

Sighs, I'm seriously tired of being a fuck-up, and right now I'm struggling with feeling like everybody around me would be better off without me.

Perhaps someday I will write about this, but not now. None of what I am relating has to do with religion, rather more about Anthropology perhaps? Apparently this work is housed at the British Museum of History.

Hey everyone,

So it's that day again and I'm feeling bleh. Things still aren't going great in my life and I'm in the middle of another insomnia/nightmares cycle again so I get maybe two or three solid hours a night once I finally drift off and then I wake terrified from nightmares, ptsd flashbacks, or a mix of both that are so realistic and terrifying that it takes me a good hour to shake them off and realize what reality actually is.

Of the two stories currently being published:

Ch-Changes is five chapters long
Accountancy Can Be Deadly is in 12 parts

This evening I saw several posts looking for authors or members who have not been seen on here of late, and it reminded me of the post I saw some little time ago asking about Elsbeth, who happens to be one of my favorite authors. She, like many others seems to have dropped out of sight.

I was wondering if anybody has heard from Persephone lately, I know ahe needed about a year for her classes or something like that. I so do hope she returns soon and I also hope she does well in her schooling.

Charlotte Van Goethem

For some reason, one of my old stories popped into my head last night. It's called "Payback House" and its a pretty typical example of themes that run through a lot of my work, the theme of the struggle between justice, vengence, and mercy. Its here if you wanna read it: https://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/fiction/44335/payback-house

This blog was originally posted on my website, but I thought I'd share it with you gals (and guys).

Wow, has it really been two months since my revelatory little blog? Geesh my how the time flies! I just wanted to again thank all the ladies who've reached out to me and offered their support, it really has helped me pull through what has been some really challenging times.

Saw my girl, Mya, laying on the floor. It's a lazy day for both of us. Nothing really happening, so she's laying on the hardwood floor.

I've tried getting her a bed to sleep on, as other of my dogs have had.

Bonnie said, "I thought you might like to go to the bathroom. You know, before I lock you in the closet." She nodded toward the door with the padlock.

I stared in that direction. "What-what happened to Moose's last girlfriend?" I suddenly asked.

Well, I had a rather down day today. It started with a bad dream that left me feeling like I was a pretty horrible person, and I just never really got out of the rut.

Ah, well, tomorrow is another day ...

Sorry about this everyone. I really tried to get the new chapter of MSPD rewritten for this weekend, but it's just not happening.

Hello out there,

I'm in the process of revamping my "Off time" fan fiction.

Recently, I wrote aother prologue for my book "Adrian". I decided not to use it, so instead of it sitting around collecting dustbunnies I'm repurposing it for "Off Time".

So I spent a bit of time last night in the emergency room. At such times, my mind begins to wander... or is it wonder?

For example, What exactly is the Tooth Ferry for? Where does it cross. I thought there was a bridge there.

Do you leave positive or negative feedback when you purchase batteries online?

In Greek mythology, was Chiron known as the Centaur for Disease Control?

Is Irony truely the opposite of wrinkley?

I just tried to send a message to someone, and got a message that the attempt to send the message failed, and to contact my site administrator. When I tried to send a message to erin about this, got the same fail message.

So now I am doing a blog entry, as a way to contact my administrator. My apologies for wasting everyone else's time.

for a late posting?

so one of the few things my brother and sister-in-law have asked me to do around here is trim the grass in the summer.

But about a month ago, while I was using the electric trimmer, our neighbor swore through his window at me for apparently waking him up. since then, I've been terrified of trimming the lawn, and found all kinds of excuses not to do it.

The lawn now looks like crap, but I feel worse. sighs ….

I'm sorry to say I'm probably 2 weeks away from having anything new up. A number of events in real life have drained my writing spoons, just when I was making some progress on several ideas.

I hope I will still have readers by the time I have something for them to read ...

I am looking for a story from the Whately universe.
Story concerns a young boy conscripted into a villains army, becomes a shidhe female seductress/spy type, co-opts a group of the villains enhanced followers led by a character called Blackstar?, and escapes to Whately.

If anyone can help point me in the right direction, I would appreciate it greatly.

Hello out there,

A new Chapter of Rairy Contrary just dropped!

Thanks everyone for your interest in this story. It's been a while since I've written anything for it but I sat down last week and advanced the story a bit.

I've been spending most of my time working on Adrianne (The second book to Adrian) and I've made some really great strides on it. I'm 40k words in!

On alternate Wednesdays, I run a little writers' group sharing insights and critiques with other writers. I'm the most experienced there, though not the only one who has made a living as a writer, so often I am leading the discussions and providing some of the things I have learned.

The group is called "Taking Pains" as a reminder that being a writer is a craft that requires attention to detail, and too, an ability to stand up to constructive criticism. Which we try to do a lot of, and as little of the other kind as can be managed.

Just put up another short story, one rather lighter and not as 'noir' or heavy as the one from last week (Raquiel). This short can also fit in the Light saga - which I am totally now tempted to start calling 'Dawn of Light' as coined by Nyssa! It may even have a hint of future issues for poor Jordan to deal with... ;)

Hopefully folks enjoy this one! As always, thanks for reading - and especially for any comments!!

- Erisian

Last night's dream was … interesting. It started with me in a crowed building, that seemed a combination of a school and recreation center complete with a wave pool. I wanted to get to the water, which I could see behind glass, But I was unable to do so, and asking the crowd of people didn't help. Finally Ieft frustrated, and instead of just asking, I began swearing at people.

I tried a kind of a bluff. “Are you sure it doesn’t say Kissy Parker somewhere on that paper?” I asked.

I just spent a fair amount of time reading a new story by Casey Brooke, but when I exited the page, it disappeared. What happened to it? It was a very good story.

In Masks XVIII there's the following:

"Scaring someone to trigger their latent powers is the stupidest..." said Tiger, as Middleton sat, further startling him. He leaned forward, aura flickering. "Didn't you idiots learn anything from Tokyo in 1983?!"

This was a reference to a sequence in the Japanese animated feature Harmageddon. For those who may not have seen the movie, I made a music video of this several years ago, and it can be found here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zsqv6tboIbg

Is the Crystal Hall Broken or the person running it ill

We had a big storm roll through Monday just after noon. No tornadoes but wind speeds equal to one. Severe lightning, torrential rains and all that come with a bad storm.

I happened to be home when it hit, having taken the morning off for a doctor's appointment and returned home to have lunch. Watching the wind and rain outside reminded me of hurricanes when I still lived in Florida.

The good part was it left as fast as it came in and within two hours the sky was clear. Although it left broken trees, power poles and over 100,000 without power.

"Try to whimper a little," Bonnie advised.

"You're kidding, aren't you?" I asked, knowing that tears were already running down my face...

Yesterday Last week was Erin’s birthday.

She has often said that what she would really love to receive is financial stability for Big Closet.

There is a way you can help!

Almost everyone on this site lives hand-to-mouth. It was stated in a story on ABC News in May of 2019 that 40% of Americans have less than $400 in an emergency fund for unexpected expenses. That was pre-Covid. Clearly that number would be much worse today.

Haven't been able to reach it all day.

Jack takes Billy shopping for bras. What does a guy like Jack know about the subject? Plenty!

Several folks commented or messaged that the ending of Floria confused them. Were they dead or were they alive, and if they were, how did they pull it off. Perhaps I was being a bit to obscure. Let me assure you, Geno, Andy, and Floria were quite dead The answer was the name of the establishment where they were going for dinner: The Elysian Bar and Grill. These are Italians, remember.

I should have known Mom would cheat.