More of Nena's holiday here http://www.maddybell.com/Nena/nenahol13b.htm and I've also put up a programme for Gabycon next week here http://www.maddybell.com/page600.html

‘The Gambit’ is now available as a Kindle ebook from Amazon along with other works of mine.

"A sickly sweet as a German white wine and just about as much body."

That was a review I got on Fictionmania for my story "False Positive"

And people wonder why I prefer to post here....

Fuck this shit. Fuck it all up. Fuck it out of the park, out of my life, into deepest darkest space beyond the reach of telescopes. Fuck it into the past, fuck it out of all recognition, break it, twist it, mangle it until there is no resemblance to its original state. Fuck it past its original state, into the primordial pre-fuckery that spawned it.

I am fed up. I just want someone to sort me out, because it is becoming painfully obvious I am incapable of doing it myself.

I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO!

I know this is going to get some people upset, but I really don't care.

Some more random thoughts:

Warning!
Dangerously cute!!!
(turn on sound)
http://youtu.be/DlS3w1GGE8g

(yes, I know it is doing rounds of internet for couple of weeks already, but no one posted it here yet :-) )

As with everything in life a little fun must fall. So here is how the evolution of man will be as we go from ape to couch potato.

Hi all,

I have a question about the use of real people and their names in a fictional story.

At the moment I am pondering the following question

Should I continue to post stories on this site?

The reason I'm asking myself this is this comment I received relating to my latest story.

I have just completed a wonderful series, and I wanted to comment upon it. As is common for me, I started at the end with Soaring With Eagles, Portia Bennett's most recent novella in her California Saga. I was so impressed with the story that I had to look up the rest of it. What I found was a wonderfully well-written series about a large family in California.

Here I am again, indulging in my usual late night indulgence of listening to music which transports me. Tonight it's Fleetwood Mac and the particular song that got to me tonight is "Go Your Own Way", probably my fave song by this group, written and sung by Lindsey Buckingham (with chorus by Stevie Nicks) when Lindsey found out that Stevie was having it away with Mick.

Listen to the pain,

Joanne

Don't know if anyone is looking for a real-life inspiration for a story, but I was just reading a Wikipedia article about an anti-baldness drug, and in the discussion of its discovery/development was this sentence:

"In 1974, Julianne Imperato-McGinley of Cornell Medical College in New York attended a conference on birth defects. She reported on a group of intersex children in the Caribbean who appeared sexually ambiguous at birth, and were initially raised as girls, but then grew external male genitalia and other masculine characteristic post-onset of puberty. "

I have a question.

Feeling very down regarding making my faith fit my need to transition. In fact, I'm feeling pretty down generally.

Doesnt matter. Got to keep going regardless.

So as you may remember, I got a new job at the end of July and started on the 30th of that month. Well about 2 weeks ago, they told us that we had to do an orientation thing, where they could tell us all about our job, show us where everything is and stuff like that. Like I haven't learned where all the stuff I need is at after a month there.

Ten Years.

Last week I announced that two of my Kindle eBooks will be available for free downloads; they're available tomorrow, Friday and Saturday! Many of you have been kind and purchased these already, but newcomers may find them a free introduction to my writing, as well as my stories here on BCTS.

Role of a Lifetime is about a middle-school boy who is cast in a TV pilot, where he must play the son of a family on the run, but disguised as a girl. And things happen ...

It will be available for free Friday and Saturday, September 13-14.

There was a funeral procession that passed though my home town today. It was for a fallen Soldier that lived in Connecticut. He was flown to Stewart airport National Guard base in Orange county, N.Y. All along the procession route at the various overpasses, located within my Fire District's coverage area we positioned a Fire truck and Emergency service personal to pay tribute to the fallen Soldier as the procession passed. I thought this was a very fitting thing to do and was proud to be a part of it.

I have a psychological question for you all.

Why would I want to scare myself right now?

Where else I ask!!!?

In most towns, mummy takes toddler down to the park lake to feed the ducks.

Not in my kinda' town. Nah, Mam takes Blodwen and Dai up the mountain to feed the sheep!

I know many of us think about gender roles and physiology. Here's a story about an interesting study which looks at how the size of a man's testicles might affect how he relates to his children.

This is a good day, kind of. I am no longer in the writing phase of my next novel. I wrapped up the first draft earlier to day of "Unreachable"" (I dropped the word "The" from the beginning). and now I am onto the tedious part of editing. The book is 240k words long, so a bunch is going to be cut off to get it to a respectable length. I overdid the beginning and I think I can lose that without hurting the story.

So it doesnt seem like their puppets or peole just in a play at the moment. That they seem like real people that could live next door to you with a life. How do you do that

For about the past three weeks, or perhaps a little longer, I've had a mild sore throat. Symptoms: slight discomfort there, perpetual taste of old milk, intestinal bloating on account of the gunge draining down, resulting nausea and so on.

Last week I decided it had gone on long enough and went to the doctor. Cue loads of tests and a completely unexpected finding.

well, its official. I am scared of my own brain.

I was waiting to pick up my ex at her work, and as sometimes happens, I began to nap.

I've been thinking of writing a story around the following idea: A seemingly normal teen guy is in the closet about liking guys, and one day at a camp or a sleepover a horny gay teen seduces him and tops him. Over the next couple of months, the protagonist's body changes in unexpected ways - breast growth, swollen belly and he gets morning sickness. Eventually a doctor diagnoses him as pregnant. He's shocked to discover part of him is actually pleased. He keeps the baby and his body keeps changing. At the end of the story, s/he's nursing the baby.

So... I might just be getting a boyfriend soon...

I know! I can't believe it!

Anyways... He doesn't... At least, probably not... know about my past yet.

I didn't know where to Post this so I Decided to post as a BLOG Entry.

I started reading an old K.T. Leone story, The Adoption of Little Orphan Danny. In the 3rd chapter there is a reference to an old Little Katie story, "The Boy who Wanted to be a Girl."

I am angel101. Not sure if that means anything here but I created an account many months ago and posted a story here titled her sons makeover. But because of a move and many issues that were going on, I didnt log into that email and I lost the password to both and yahoo deactivated the email so im pretty much screwed with getting access to my previous account here. What can I do

That email by the way was urangel2007.

so what can I do

I'm Dropping out of BCTS for a while perhaps permanently. Those of you who have it can reach me by email.

So, I have been an avid reader of mostly Science Fiction since the early 60's and one thing that I observed was that the various writers seemed to "borrow" each other's "story devices". I am reasonably sure that some of the sage and seasoned writers here saw it happening.

I just set up my first title page on my own, yay!

I thought with all that has been happening I'd provide a small exerpt from one of the stories I'm writing. Understand I haven't truly edited it and its still raw. But so you all know Mel is 13 and Dwayne is 14.

Lisa walked into the apartment when she heard the voices coming from the bedroom. That's right shove that piston in. Mel said.

Do you think I used enough lube? The boy asked.

I hope so I don't want it to be scorched. Oh god that feels good. Pump it some more.

Listening the conversation seemed to get worse.

This is of course in reference to Bike 2135.

So it looks like DC has struck again with their single minded stupidness. They're going to feel it this time though after the writer and artist of Batwoman both quit...in part because DC wouldn't let them have a gay marriage between Batwoman and her long time girlfriend. For me its not just about not allowing the marriage, its also about them trying to control their writers creative process :(

http://io9.com/dc-wont-allow-batwomans-gay-marriage-to-be-de...

Horray for having things to post again!

I've just poked my head out of the ground to start a new multi-part story, Pirates. I've been concentrating on writing novels (not always with TG themes) and other matters. I'd like to announce that two of my Kindle eBooks will be available for free downloads next week. Many of you have been kind and purchased these already, but newcomers may find them an introduction to my writing.

Wonderful article in The Atlantic about a supportive and loving "man's man" of a father raising a -- in his words -- "gender creative" son.

http://www.theatlantic.com/health/archive/2013/09/my-son-wea...

I must admit to having shed a happy tear or two.

A little background. You know I'm 70: No secret. I was raised in a suburb of a large Midwestern city that had no city water, so when our suburb was built (started late 30s, our home built 1940, I was born '43) so everything was set up around community wells, about 12 to 15 homes to each well. So, no fluoride in the water. Also the Gene fairy was unkind to both sides of my family. Both my parents hat their teeth removed in their early 30s, before I was born. I never knew them without dentures.

The sun rose lazily over the horizon, making the sky explode in a kaleidoscope of colors. Reds, oranges and pinks fought for dominance in the great pallet of blue. She stood feet firmly planted a long twisted dark road behind her and an uncertain lighted path in front of her. She remembered the words of one of her favorite authors since childhood.

“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost”

When I heard this talk on "TED Talks", the woman's story surprised me by its practicality. There are lots of concepts and ideas there that can be used by us all. Many of those ideas are exactly what I had to learn in my own recovery.

I hope that many of you will find this as useful as I did.

Gwendolyn

http://www.upworthy.com/what-s-schizophrenia-like-a-woman-wh...

I had my first radio interview and I hope that it went well. I gave a little shout out to Big Closet in my bio.

Tell me what you think.

The link is HERE

Nothing related to TG but I know there are quite a few UK authors and users on this site. Have to laugh at this one. London skyscraper "melting" parked cars.... "The skyscraper's developers said they were seeking to rectify the problem which they blamed on the position of the sun at certain times of day." Hmmmm.... Sure, blame it on the sun. It's clearly out to get them. Perhaps a lawsuit against that pesky star? Perhaps it's something they might have anticipated. I don't think the sun has changed it's route across the sky recently.