This is my first attempt to use the BCTS site structure & tools provided to create the reality of the concept for a Series.

An Autobiography is the current perception of a long life full of changing perceptions from the past.

So the basic concept was to reflect my lifelong struggle to understand.

As I so eloquently put it, with the cherry on top, being I wrote it in the same style as that popular man-baby, or should that be baby-man.
I can never tell with those as ignorant as Donald Trump that must ALWAYS USE ALL CAPS.

That was "Something" emotional just spewing out, the first time that's what Game/Outside Body Perspective" (I'm an atheist since before I can remember), saying "Before I can remember as the answer is frustration.

This series concept is the "Later Books are the same story told be the past perspectives, these don't really form a cohesive narrative & this is the first test of the "Child Page" function, if that works AS I want, these Past perceptions will be sub chapters.

You will read the current perception, then for each chapter their may be several "Sub chapter's of older perceptions of those events.
For literature reasons I think that would work best highlighting the changes, without repetition.

BCTS is important to my story for some reason, I need to be here I need more femininity in my life.
The toxic masculinity of Testosterone fueled wrongness in my body & finally starting to become human three weeks ago is taking it's toll on my body.

I don't know if you can die from ME/CFS, but the way my body feels right now.
I might just find out if my self diagnosed variant will this fucking week,
CBTGFSISWFFTMYU (Chronic Being TransGender Fatigue Syndrome I've Suffered With For Far Too Many Fucking Years Untreated).

Even writing that was exhausting
We will call this the Current Writing Shop

Reality of My & your Transition & experience of being TG before understanding (Older you are the more damage caused, maybe?)
that may get moved to a Separate child page.

This is still the Author page & if I get round to those SF&F stories, the topics there will be to that story writing & subject.

That's the plan for now,
Oblivion (my bed) is calling get to sleep (hopefully it's 04:00 dark outside, dark deep pit of …
SHUT THE FUCK UP UHURU FFS, GO TO FUCKING SLEEP, you're SHOUTING & rhyming, give it a damn rest, you NEED some sleep.

Is that "She/He" talking.

Now 07:00
Got to 06:00 felt like I might have grabbed an hour, but don't remember waking up, Went to bed 22:30 (Room Mate says).
Same thing at 02:00 that needing a pee NOW right this second get that Sissy ass sat down (Sissies sit to pee, funny thing though it was my Flat mate that "Forced" me to sit, sick of me missing the bowl, then complaining when my "Big huge snake" His "Barrack Room CIS vision as a Seargent that had to waych all those young virile wannabe "Real" tough men" shower & he was doing that as part of his duties for "Queen (King now) & country.

Note: TO UK Veterans
That was "Poetic License", he became a Sergeant later, he was one of the lads when he took the shilling & Only because I li8ve with a man that has the respect of every damn soldier that took that shilling with & served under his leadership later.

He's that veteran that you all know has the most medals for service & bravery than any five of you, but never wears them, because he's NOT proud of "Politics" awards, he's proud of serving with all of you guys, being the one that didn't duck & cover in Northern Ireland at £:30 one school day on that fateful day when a pub door opened & a bundle was thrown & "BOMB" was shouted in warning & though saving those Catholic adults inside that pub, it was done at that moment when an entire school full of Catholic Children was coming towards that ticking time Bomb that could go BOOM & cause mayhem & slaughter of 100s of children.

The "4 man Brick" he led (then a Corporal, or the one stripe "Lance-Corporal" I think), the Privates acted on instinct & dived for cover.
MY HERO, also didn't think, he acted & started running & shouting waving his arms rifle in hand (I imagine).

He was literally on top of the bomb & had just ran over over it (I think< my memory can never be 100% trusted).
BOOM happened at that moment, off he went flying upwards high in the sky & easily clearing the row of Tearraced houses. & landing with a huge thud, two days out cold, seven more deaf as a post.

Long term effect.
Eh what speak louder, you're Mumbling (Can't lip read), you're shouting (No shit deaf bastard), here THAT CHILDREN PLAYING (How the fuck can you even hear it? certain tones, frequencies SHOUT, most mumble, maybe?).

Apparently he was very lucky, but "Protastant Bomb, ejected from a Catholic pub & almost killing Catholic Childen", no medal, but later in the Falklands, taking "Cencored Hill" (tha name might ID him, even the the conflict name could be too much & I'm not telling state Secrets.
HE would never tell me what those 17 blank (NOT redacted) pages with two sentences on really said, it's clearly that top secret it wasn't even in the "Officicial record" to be seen, but I'm no expert on the paperwork side, so that's just what I can see really, blank pages.

If I could compare what he will never tell me (Official Secrets Act & honest Guv, my lips are sealed I'll swear I know nothing on that human written work of fiction & lie through my teeth that I heard nothing spoken, saw nothing & so my lips stay silent).

Changes nothing I hated ALL governments & rulers I was protesting that fucking war while the Real "Alpha" male was on that damn hill alone, because of that BOOM earlier, when the order for a withdrawal to flank the defenders, he kept on going alone, the "Company" gone (I get the Strengths mixed about 100 men I think that sort of strength), don't know the gory details

One man v The defenders on top, charged in pitch black tracer bullets flying both ways. then at some point the bullets ran out & "Dad's Army" saying "They don't like it up 'em", said with that dark & bitter humour only a survivor knows.

When the "Company" Officer's leading (Regimental Politics = Medal), in that moment of kill or be killed, no time to think.
As my veteran hero (Not for this dumb luck, that's the BOOM dumb luck) puts it.

I was better at the "Kill" part, they were better at the "Be Killed" part, I refused to even audition for that role.

Hopefully not TOO specific, but that's the problem with any "Autobiography", it includes other people's stories & perceptions of events.

This will be the site I "Dox myself" on sometime soon, but got to consider those I love (weird, never knew that can "Hurt"m it makes no sense to me I recognised "Love", I'm NOT completely emotionless.

Hug mum, get a brief flash of "Love" & gone" I felt the moment very low volume, auto immune response to "Emotion" & "Human Society" was toxic.
I hated MEN (Daddy issues?) & I FEARED women would see the wrongness inside me. All to young to remember the beginning, but by age 3, the damage was done, the dictionary set my ethics & then I found out Humans were NEVER to be trusted.

Set of two-faced lying bastards The entire fucking species & so I never tried to become human, b y suppressing my emotions & I can't ever remember. How do you form a memory without thinking about it.

I thought I was coping, the "Science" of TG I am very knowledgeable of, but "Overthinking" makes emotions worse.
Ages 2-3?, 14 & 60, today I "feel (Don't KNOW) these were the key "PTSD inducing trauma incidents"
only the last one got emergency intervention & my hero stepped up, "You're Overthinking It"

"How I get smarter" 1000s of times, this time he was right, that was the problem when emotions are involved.

Anyone who gets to "The End", will have been rereading my current perception for another 60 years more if I can squeeze the precious seconds of my only existence in this dance we call "Life, The Universe & Everything".

I will only write Those final LAST words with the last breath I will ever take.
I will be gone & forgotten, but my existence will become part of human history.
I want to live forever young like my online existence presents.
I really just NEED the perception of wrongness to FUCKING stop getting worse, can PTSD & CFS(TG) actually end my existence.
It feels like it's trying to, that's all I know.

Time to "SHUT THE FUCK UP UHURU", get some sleep.