Yesterday, I had a total brain fart day. First, when I got to work, I realized I had forgotten to bring my shoes. This is a big deal, because we aren't supposed to be on the floor without steel toes.

Theoretically, they could have sent me home, but its Christmas rush, and they need every warm body they can get, so I was told to be extra careful, but to keep on going.

Then, at lunch, I discovered I had also forgotten to pack my pills, so that was a pain as well, and obviously a sign I had let all the stuff going on get me off focus.

I don't think anybody can understand what it's like to be accused of child abuse unless they have been accused or been very close to somebody who's been accused.

Well, I hit a new low, a good one. I am now down to 192 pounds, and holding. Now to get through Thanksgiving without putting any on, which is almost inevitable, but I have managed to keep the controlled loss going so far. I am planning stopping just short of anorexia, say under 170 pounds, then letting HRT put the fat back on where it will.

Hi folks!!

This article is on the Guardian website and in the newspaper, the comments are interesting too, according to one commenter transsexuals just can't cope with reality - I was pleased to see they got shot down rather quickly.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2012/nov/18/cuban-transsexua...

Questionable Content, for Monday, November 19th, seems to have a character outing herself as TG of some sort.

Sephrena will probably not be on tonight as she has just got out of the hospital after flu with a high fever and an emergency trip. She's home now but is probably going to be in bed for a few days, recovering.

Please think of her, she does a lot of behind the scenes work here.

Hugs,
Erin

As if I needed more stress, the little improvised repair job mom did for car finally failed, and now I'm missing a piece of my front bumper. I will have to fix it, no choice, except I dont know how I'm going to pay for it.

Plus, I noticed when I came on today that my friend Kylie has dropped me from her "buddy" list for instant messaging, meaning that I have no way to contact her at all (I have her email, but she can block that, or even change her mailbox, and I will never even know it.) So it finally hit me I've lost her forever, and my heart is broken.

My other blog should be taken down since I am posting two in a row. I shouldn't have posted what I did and then vanished, not very cool of me. To recap, my mom posted this on Facebook:

In all my years of living full-time in my chosen gender, the biggest frustration was probably my voice. While not exactly basso profundo, it still gave off a definite "male" signal to others in the earliest years. Yet, paradoxically, I can remember being called "ma'am" on the phone on many occasions pre-transition. (The answer, I realized many years later, was that my telephone voice had a certain lilt that read as female to those on the other end, but I didn't know about modulation at the time. So it was a complete mystery to me).

Well, I just got back from the Transgender Day of Remembrance, and it was very moving. So moving, in fact, that between the emotions it brought up, the stress of losing my best friend, the stress of my daughter's allergy attack on Friday, the stress of her mother's health problems, the stress of my job ....

I'm a little over-stressed, I think.

People should go see what a certian person has been leaving for comments on it. Most are funny but I did not authorize them, I don't mind them, they make me laugh.

I'm grieving the loss of my friend, and as I do I notice that this is not a straightforward process. It seems like my grief comes in waves, and in between them I almost feel normal, until the next big wave hits.

It almost feels like some part of me knows I couldnt take the whole thing at once, so has arranged for me to have respites to prevent me from being overwhelmed.

Ah, well.

So I finally got a figure on what my pension would be. Due to my 'young' >so not laughing< age of 34 they are retiring me, I would have about 545 euros a month. It's a very good thing that I'm a civil servant so that up's to 1236 euro a month conditionally >aka can't work or they take the supplement away and if I go over 5000 euro I lose the entire pension<.

In the latest story I posted, "Bikini Beach: Swin Date", Paula, the tranasformee, meets a young girl in the Ladies' Changing Room. The girl is upset because she was a grown man, and his wife used the Beach to transform him into a twelve-year old. The girl is starting to think of the wife as her mother and is forgetting what it was like to be a man.

When Paula talks to Grandmother about this girl, the Old Woman seems happy at the notion that the adult male is "disappearing" and the girl, Sally Hammond, is taking her place.

Sorry for moaning like this, but just getting kind of fed up with it.

Hey guys I'm new to this site and I'm new to TG fiction as well (I'm also new to writing fiction in general) I was wondering I y'all could give me a little help. What kinds of changes (physical, mental, emotional, social, and situational) would a teenage boy face after magically turning into a girl? I understand of course that some of the ways he is effected will depend on what kind of person he is but if y'all could help me with general ideas of what he would face I would be very grateful.

Kylie, my oldest and best friend and the reason you're able to read this, may be gone from my life, and no idea if she'll be back. It hurts as much as you can imagine, but I haven't been able to grieve - I had a busy shift at work, then had my first session with the weight loss group, and then got about 4 hours of sleep before I got a call from Samantha's mother saying she had taken Sam to the doctor for a severe allergy attack.

At some point, I'll stop and grieve and let the hurt out, but for now its .... bottled up.

I'm not sure this is a good thing or not.

Thanks

Wow!

Thanks all of you who came up with ideas. Many of you left suggestions in the thread of my last blog entry, and even more PM'd me with your suggestions.

Things last time sounded messed up. Well, they got worse, sorta.

Hello cruel world.

Well. After the longest eight months of my short life, I'm finally back, writing again. As to why I was gone so long, real life and illness took up all my time. I found out a lot about myself and a lot of other things, what was important and what wasn't. I lost almost everything material that i possessed and a long term relationship as well as my health. The whole experience made me stronger and maybe nicer and certainly a lot more patient.

nice new offer

What I said to my husband… And what I couldn’t say.

I don't know if it's just because another birthday has come and gone, but I've kinda been wondering what kinda impact I've had on the world, and what sort of legacy I'll leave when I'm gone. I feel like I should be scrambling to make some lasting change in the world, but I barely have the energy to trod from one day to the next. I feel like there's a pair of scales approaching, and my soul weighs less than a breath. I know I'll pull out of this funk eventually, but I'm not at eventually. I'm here, right now, and I feel lost.

I feel awfully sorry for one of my roomates. I take my hormones through a Vivelle patch because my internal organs can not handle the pills. In the last several months, some of them have been coming up missing, not a lot but just a few. I don't really mind unless my provider starts accusing me of overdosing.

I shudder to think what he/she is getting started. Still, I understand the compulsion. I was stealing birth control pills years ago. And to think that I complain once in a while that my becoming a woman was a mistake. Someone tell the girl to shut up!

So I found this British Show about a trangender hitwoman.Its called Hit or Miss. Was wondering if anyone knows of it and what thier opinon is

Good news. I changed the price on my two e-books down to $2.99 so people who are in a bit of a budget crunch can be able to buy them. I know times are tough and the holidays are upon us. I would lower the price of the print book, but I can't. You can only go so low with paper. Anyway, I'm hard at work on the next novel and will be back to posting other stories on the site soon. But, until then, enjoy what I have up or buy a book. I could still use a few reviews for Growing Up Jenny and as soon as Wren is done editing... I will make Finding Jenny available.

Here's an article posted at Andrea Jame's Transsexual Roadmap Website

Well, last night, I made a birthday dinner for my mom, my brother, and my sister-in-law. It actually went well, they liked what I made, and it went about as good as I could hope for.

OK people, I can see an issue surfacing here. Lately there seems to be many more stories involving a culture that I am particularly ignorant of. I've never done any video games, unless Flight Simulator counts. And, I never did any role playing or comic books. I don't even have TV or cable.

So what some of you new authors are dealing with here is your grandma. So, I think a little more explanation and descriptiveness is in order if you want me, or any of us olds to read your stories.

From what I can gather in the stories I have read, the writing is nice.

I just wanted to take this opportunity to say Thank You, to all the members here that have taken the time to read my first story, and have either left me Comments, or Kudos. It really does mean alot to me. It also helps in keeping motivated to continue writing.

So Thank you all again.

Hugs.
Tahiri

The Science channel is, right now, running a Firefly marathon, followed by the final two episodes and then a reunion of the entire cast. The reunion is titles "Browncoats Unite" and will show at 10PM.

Catherine Linda Michel

Edit made. My mistake about the SciFi channel. CLM,

To my grandfather who always treated me well...and all of his friends who didn't return from 'Over There'

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,

A story from the US featured in the Daily Wail, it's handled fairly sensitively: I hope the link works.

Eight years here. Oh my how the time flies...

Beth

Much, much, much better night last night. Not only was I able to stock all the Christmas candies in the front pod, I was able to help out in the Health and Beauty section, which the girl working there really appreciated.

As for my concerns regarding the surgery, I have a cunning plan .... Not ready to share yet, but lets just say I'm seeing what my options my be, and what I can do to improve my odds of a good life post SRS. I'll give more details when I figure out a couple of things.

Although I read quite a few stories on the site and usually award kudos (if I make it to the end of a story), I am not very good at leaving comments behind. For some reason I can never think of anything pithy, friendly and worthwhile to say; but this doesn't mean that I have not enjoyed reading them.

Wow, my second story is receiving many more reads, comments, and kudos than the first - way more. It makes me very happy, as I do feel that Duchess is a better story than Grace in some ways.

At least, it seems to flow better, to me. And, writing it is going much smoother as well. Sure, I had a background hearing all of the bigoted crap that was in Grace, but that does not mean I enjoyed writing it!

We got suspended for a week tonight cos it got a bit wild. The club suspended us for a week so we cannot go back until next Saturday, mind you none of us will be out until next Saturday anyway. I have definitely become that girl my carers warned me against!!

After a rather sober and respectable start to the evening, things took off a bit when we got to the club and met up with the other girls then it all went over the top.

Firstly we gathered collectively for the required 'all-the-usual-suspects' piccie.

Not my best night last night. First, I was talking with the other person who has had SRS, and while she didnt want to discourage me, she pointed out that most of the girls who have the surgery have higher incomes and jobs that dont take as much physical strength.

While I was still struggling with that, I made some mistakes in putting stuff out and it frustrated both me and my supervisor, which isnt what I want to do considering I'm counting on a reference from her when I go to transfer to a closer store.

Writing Future

Well now that I've posted the first part of 'Destiny: Legacy of a Spellbinder' I thought I'd pop in and tell folks about my upcoming projects. I've started up on a sequel to Hunger Pangs which I've tentatively titled 'Appetite for Seduction'. I have written much of anything in the last few days, but I'm at around 4000 words.

OK since I got such helpful advice here with my previous question, I was hoping to find some kind soul out there that would be prepared to read/edit my story before it gets posted whenever that time may come.

As has been at least 14 years since I did any creative writing.

Many thanks

In the last seven days I have posted six things. Two Kit and Kin, two Transitioning Home, one 300 Rains and one Chalice and the Wand. Tomorrow there will be another Transitioning Home. That is a lot of stuff in a week folks. I hope you are enjoying the variety and the speed because at some point my hands are going to fall off.

I need to get back to work on Kit and Kin 13, which I already have stuff on and the rest of my unfinished projects. I am trying to clear out my backlog so I have nothing hanging over me when I start the next Tegan book.

I need help to decide/create a suitable title for my latest creation.....

I have given birth to a monster.