Sorry to disappoint my regulars, but I left home at 8.00am to go dormousing - the last of the season, and thence to my ex's house, where she had some jobs for me to do, and to take her shopping to places she can't easily go - she has no car.

We were late back to her house and were scolded by our daughter for our lack of punctuality. We then went off to a carvery for dinner, which ran late so I didn't leave to come home until after 9.00pm facing a two hour or more drive in the dark.

I seem to be consciously and unconsciously trying to out myself. Yesterday, I was playing Wii with my daughter when she realized my character's name, and asked "Dorothy?" I just passed it off as just the name of my character, and she accepted that. I keep this up and I will be out long before I am ready.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/39691906/ns/ws_newslife/?gt1=43001

Very moving 12 minute video is included. below the text.

Carolynn

After I heard the news about Graham James, the hockey coach accused of abusing children who played for him, I really struggled with anger and depression. That this man was convicted, but still allowed to leave the country. really makes me feel like the authorities still don't take abuse seriously. Is there ever going to be justice for all those who were like me? How do I live with the fact my rapist never had to face punishment for what he did to me?

I just spent an amazing afternoon meeting some of the authors on this site. Mostly I want to thank Holly Hart and Rachel Anne for working to put together a very nice picnic in Walnut Creek. That's in California for the geographically challenged. I was blessed to meet Mona Lisa, Heather Rose Brown, Erin, Rachel, Shalamar, whom I met when Holly moved and of course Holly Hart. We stuffed our faces with professionally grilled hamburgers, brats and beans, by Rachel Anne. It was nice to put a face on people I have admired for years. Thank you once again, Arecee

The story weight problem brings up my real life weight problem with has nothing to do with the story. This past April 28, 2010 I had The Roux-En-Y bariatric bypass surgery and weighed 386 pounds and now 5 months later I have lost 103 pounds and weigh 283 pounds, but I still have 100 pounds to go and I feel Great Love to all my BC friends RICHIE2

I guess it is my fault. I got an email from someone I know, and she asked me if I wanted to link with her on Linkedln, a purportedly professional web network site.

Well, now the thing is making its way through every contact that I have of any kind with anyone and sending them invitations to link with me. I am sorry about this. I got duped and did not realize what the consequences would be.

From now on, everything I get from them is getting marked spam.

Gwendolyn.

Well; at last I've got over the 'writer's block hump' dealing with Beverly's eventual slow reconciliation with her own kind back on earth.
She's had children by Ruby and the next couple of chapters deal with sibling rivalry as the various children manouvre to try and wrest control of 'Taff Spaceships' after Beverly shuffles off her mortal coil. (Although this aint about to happen anytime soon.)

For more than two years I have been contemplating writing more about one of the characters in A California Saga. Well, the muse kicked in a few months ago, and the story is nearly completed. The title is The Redhead and the PM, and it is about Sylvia's older sister, Kate O'Donnell. As this story evolved, I realized that some of the things I wrote in Chapter 13 of Five Love Stories en Brochette would have to be changed. Thank heavens it is an author's prerogative to change the universe about which he writes. The necessary changes have now been made and posted.

Well, today was a better day. Not only did I not have to work, and thus got a few things done that have been hanging over my head, but because my mom was home too, I was able to go to the transgender support group meeting (I had to smuggle out my Dorothy outfit and change there, but still) It felt good to be with the girls (and guys). I think I really really needed that right now.

Suddenly yesterday, I lost all the hearing in my left ear. There is a tiny bit left but it sounds like speaker does when the cone is torn. I did not hit my head or anything. I have been wearing a hearing aid in that ear for quite some time. There is a problem in my right ear, but I can not tolerate a hearing aid there. To top it off, there is another kind I can use in the right ear but I will not be able to use my Hijab, and that is a big deal to me.

Gwendolyn

Well i have an excuse for the next chapter being a bit later than week since the last one, i was going to be typing it monday - but my cat decided to start dying so it had to be taken to the vets - its a male cat, big, eats dry food so it got peeing problems (Cant spell the proper term for it). I had knew something was wrong when it was puking up the dryfood.

So its still in the vets, gonna cost a bit -  £500 or $350 i think for the americans who come to this site, something like that.

I wonder how many other t-girls go through this much self-doubt, or if it ever truly stops?

Okay, bear with me here because I have a lot going through my mind right now, and I need to try and make sense of it the best way I know how - by writing. I don't know how much of this I'll be able to get into text, or how little, and if you get lost along the way, just raise your hand and an usher will be along shortly.

I found out today that I have low testosterone. Yeah, so my thought was to have them switch it to estrogen, but the Doc said that my condition could lead to many possible and nasty complications, so they want to do injections to bring me back to "normal". Hah! Too late!
Anyway, I've heard several bad things about these injections, I'm just wondering, are they really needed? Is there a real risk if I do nothing? Can I see about switching? Who do I talk to about this?

I wrote a poem that pushes the absolute limit on several fronts.
Noy sure if it's suitable for here. If, and I mean BIG if you think you can
handle it, send me a PM and I'll reply with the body in text format.

Thanks much,
Bill

The final two posts of this story might be a little different than the others. They may or may not be more than one chapter long. It all depends on how much I want to fit into one chapter. Right now I'm writing Ch. 14, which will switch POVs back and forth between siblings. Then in my last post I'll have the last chapter and an epilogue, at least that's the plan at the moment.

I'll be taking a little Center break after that and moving on to two Retcons, the first one being Blue Beetle and the second Booster Gold.

The funeral for Nanay was last Saturday afternoon. Three priests said the mass for her. If two other priest friends of ours weren't away, there would have been five there.

In addition there was a large crowd for the mass. Leonette's friends came from as far as Kendall(80 miles away) and the local Filipino community also showed up. Omar, Jenni's former Muslim boyfriend, came. He said he had never been to a funeral before. I thank all these people for making what was a difficult week so much easier.

From the responses and such from Vampyre and On a Hot Summers Night. I'm going to go with my instincts and honestly say horror and stuff isn't my strong suit. I'm going to go back to writing my usual stuff.
For those who liked the side stories and such I'm really glad you did but i'm going to try to get back to my regularly scheduled programming.

I have a hobby that some others here also seem to like. I'm a shutterbug. I love to take pictures. I'll go miles out of my way to find something to take a picture of, and I'll stand around doing nothing while waiting for the light to be 'just right'. And sometimes, I just stumble across something worth shooting.

Yesterday, I stumbled across something worth recording. I have to admit I didn't ask permission to take these pictures of her swimming, but I figured she wouldn't mind because after all, she was swimming in a pond right beside the road... and she wasn't wearing any clothes!

The next episode (18) is the last, as the events have run ther course. I do not know whether it is right to continue the stories of my characters. They have a long way to go, but it would be a very different type of tale.

Well... anther chapter of 300 Rains is up and the plot thickens. Poor Geoff. I am so mean to him. But anyway, This was another fun chapter to work on as this is an interesting change of pace with a shrink, not helping you with you transition but helping you cope with your transformation. I bet any shrink would be a bit overwhelmed by that task. :)

There was not a lot of Anthropology in this chapter, but never fear there is still more Anthropological information that has yet to be discussed. There are some interesting challenges ahead fr our good Professor.

I finally made the last payment on my credit card today! Shortly after going full time I had something like $16,000 of credit card debt, but as of today it is $0! ^_^ I've been working hard towards this for a long time, so I'm very happy! Especially since it means all the money I was putting on my credit card can now go towards paying off my car loan. And once that's paid off (which won't take too long, now), I can finally start saving up for surgery!

That's still a while off yet, probably a couple years or so, but it's a step in the right direction.

1 Ohio school, 4 bullied teens dead by own hand

http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5iEpyXZfAYt...

Gee this sounds all too familliar:
"Some students say the problem is the culture of conformity in this city of about 50,000 people: If you're not an athlete or cheerleader, you're not cool. And if you're not cool, you're a prime target for the bullies."

Is there anyone around that can speak Scottish Gaelic, (or maybe they're Lowland Scottish, idk.)? I've been trying to figure out how to pronounce "Brá¹naidh" and "Peallaidh" all night.

When we found a litter of kittens in our garage I had no idea they would affect my crossdressing.

I decided to go for a short nature walk to clear my head, and I took my faithful companion, my Canon Rebel XSi with me for kicks. Sadly most of the photos were drastically overexposed because I completely forgot to change exposure compensation before I left.

Most of them were completely unsalvagable. No amount of Photoshop will fix them, but I have a couple that turned out really well, that I'll post at the end of the blog (scaled down to fit :-))

While I was out though, one of our neighbors passed by, and rolled to a stop as I was kneeling to get a picture of a washed out gully.

Hi Peeps

i'm pleased to announce that for those who missed the recent 4th Gabycon inDorset can get a flavour of the weekend by purchasing the Gabycon 2010 book!

Go to http://www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/gabycon-2010/9476401 to pick up your copy now!

Of course it includes pictures and besides a preview of Book 8 from me, a whole new Gaby fanfic from Angharad! well worth the money!

... have been greatly exaggerated.

I am surprised that none of you picked up on this as I see it as quite important.

Yesterday I noticed in the news that Exodus International, James Dobson's once highly publicised effor to cure Gays had decided to pull out of anti Gay conventions. The reason being that someone had figured out that this sort of rhetoric was causing suicides. I don't know if there are any law suits pending but I do know the sort of language that the Dobson bunch used.

Well, just a super-quick update on the Aria Blade front. I won't lie to you guys, there's a LOT that I still feel needs to be done to improve the story not even counting work on the final chapter of the initial saga, but I'm almost done with the first chapter's revisions.

It doesn't hurt that it really didn't need much work. I've touched up dialogue here and there, and unified narrative, adding and editing as I felt necessary. It's shaping up rather nicely.

I am furious. I have just come off the phone with a friend. i read Bev's story 'Rescue' earlier, and synchronicity....a 14 year old boy, their son, s attacked in a classroom in front of the whole class

is BC/TS on this map???

Have been for the better part of a week. Got a severe cold/flu/plague/something or other. Sorry to those I usually chat with, but this thing is kicking my ass.

Back when I get somewhere near what I laughingly refer to as healthy.

Cathy

Dimelza has noted that Mister has been up long enough. She has asked that I take it down, so I will honor that request and delete it.

I will leave it up for one more day to allow everyone that last chance to read it.

Jill

They know we are here. Don't let them see the whites of your wrists. I'll take the first watch....

My mother-in-law passed away at 3 p.m. this afternoon. Her daughters were with her at the time and had just finished praying the chaplet of the divine mercy.

I'll write more about Nanay at another time.

Hi gang,

I've sent an unpublish request to one of our site admins to have Aria Blade taken down. There are a number of reasons, but MAINLY, Aria Blade was an experiment in writing style that, I feel, utterly flopped.

I may at some point in the future go back and do a complete rewrite and re-post it, but for now, I've asked that it be taken down. So if you want to save your comments, please do so, or PM me and I'll copy them over for you. They won't be deleted; they just won't be visible until/unless I decide to republish at a later date.

I sometimes wonder if I am actually making any progress, or if I am just going around in circles. I feel like a mental conjoined twin - one side is female, the other is male, but neither can really live without the other. After having my male side resurface, I am back to having sleepless nights and fevered prayers to finally be at peace. But I have patrolled the limits of my cage, and I simply do not see any exits. I went to a wiener roast at my church's pastor's new place yesterday, and one of the women there insisted that one day soon I would be sharing my story in public.

An odd evening. The weather has been atrocious, and I have been sheltering indoors and writing. I gave uP tonight, and went out for music, catching up to three other club members cycling in. I am afraid that being out on the bike at last meantn that I just surged past them and was waiting with half a beer by the time they arrived.
I didn't play, but the guests were good, if a little too slick, and I had a good conversation on the train back with another member about the joy of making music, and how great it was to see so many young and not so young new chums there.

The general indifference to Chapter 2 of 'The Van ...' has been quite deafening. I have therefore decided to discontinue it. At least as a TG/TV tale. I still think there is mileage in the idea and am toying with rewriting and perhaps posting in on Fictioneer in due course. I enjoy writing and, if other commitments permit, that is perhaps the way forward for me.

Here's a little tease:

I've been thinking about a sequel in my head...I think it'll be called How to Become of Hero or some such nonsense. It'll take place a few months later with the Green Arrow trying her hardest to fight crime and finding that she doesn't really know what she's doing. She'll end up taking hero lessons, all the while investigating who hired Merlyn and dodging a deadly assassin with her in his sights. There's also the issue of high school, boys (Roy?) and trying to fit into a world she knows nothing about (girlhood).