This is something I decided to do when I wanted to do something different rather than be home

I thought of you today.
As my day began.

I thought of you sitting in your playhouse
Sipping your lemonade
Hair flowing freely
Dimpled cheeks, freckles, crooked smile and all.
Laughing freely as you played house with your dollies
All while twirling about in your silky yellow sundress and Mary Janes.

I thought of you today.
As my day began.

I heard a story the other day, and I thought I'd share it with everyone. I'm not entirely sure, but I think it may have come from an old Ann Landers column or something...

The Difference Between Heaven And Hell

A devout man went to sleep one night, and dreamed that he was face to face with God.

Inner Demons, AKA "Journals of an Angry Trans Gurl"
© 2017 Haylee V

* This is a true account of my life experiences. All persons portrayed in this story are based on actual people I've met throughout my life, and the events portrayed actually happened. No malice is intended to those individuals involved, and names have been altered to protect the identities of the people portrayed. *

God's Special Angels

A TRUE Story by Haylee V. (C) 2017

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Well, it's taken me about two weeks, but I finally have gotten settled in to my new group home and have tried (somewhat successfully) to befriend my fellow residents. One resident in particular was especially impressed with me--Jason.

Please bear with me in this endeavor. For some common English phrases, there are no translations (at least none of which I'm aware, anyway), so I took a few liberties, although the translations are (I hope) as accurate as possible. Any error in translation is mine alone, and if you know of a better translation, please PM me and I'll make the necessary changes.

First, the characters themselves:

This is a follow up letter that I sent to my mother. I know that many people have read my "A Letter to my Mother" and expressed happiness about her reaction, and how I said what I said to her.

This is me cutting her off.

I was assaulted by a transphobe while living with someone as a roommate. My mother thought it was more important to attend a dinner with her sister instead of coming to the hospital to see me after this incident. Then it came out that my mother and her new husband had been running down me to my daughter the entire time she was living with them, which was a period of six months (and pure torture for her).

By Any Other Name

By Melanie E.

A night sky full of stars - it's late - a young man slowly walks back  to the place they are staying at from a birthday party - walking across a bridge high above a small river the runs though town they stop as they look over the side - with tears running down they face all they can think about is how easy it would be to end it - to step off the edge  - end all the pain and suffering - no longer seeing any way out... 

So last night I went to bed and roll over to rub my wife's butt and she says what are you doing. I tell her I'm trying to feel the stuff she has on her new nightgown that she's been bragging about how good they feel. I tell her they're nice I just want to see how they feel. She tells me there's a pink one in the bottom drawer just put it on. Oh she made the suggestion so I'm going to take it. And so out of the bed and to her dresser I go. As I am looking through the drawer again she tells me it's a pink one in the bottom drawer.

Ok back to my friend Jorge next time Jorge came to visit was on the weekend not quite as many kids again Jorge takes me by the hand and off we go into the woods this time I realize he's treating me differently but I follow his lead soon we can't see or hear anyone at the house and mom is busy the other kids are playing so no one's going to notice our absence for awhile again with your clothes on starting running through the woods naked I like the feeling of clothes on the fresh air and I liked to watch Jorge For some reason and the fact that we were in the woods and nude gave me a feeling

This story is about the first time I decided to go outside of the house dressed as a woman I've purchased dresses in the past I've even worn them in the garage but never actually went out into public you see I'm the man's man big burly motorcycle rider but I do love to put on a skirt or a dress and heels and hose and . well I got carried way there for a second.

Some time ago I read and liked the wonderful story by Rasufelle "This Isn't What I Wanted" and the author's opinion after it. However, a phrase in that opinion - "the fetish and non-fetish elements of the community" - stuck to my mind. Is this community limited to these? Who is part of it and who is not?

The Perils of Public Restrooms

By Melanie E.

I don't know if this will show up publicly or not, but this is my (quick and dirty) submission for the Bathroom Anthology. Admins, contact me if changes are needed.

GMed by Melanie E., with the gameplay talents of Doc (Greeneggs667,) Stardraigh, and Serena

When the BC Dungeon's Pathfinder game closes early, those who stay around are left to find... OTHER ways of entertaining themselves. So, why not a nice game of RISUS?

This entry has no TG elements in it. I really did not think that it qualified as a blog entry and it isn't fiction. It's just something that happened to me today and I couldn't get it out of my head.

Vital Statistics

“Honey, can you come here for a minute? “

“What is it, dear?”

“When ... did I get breasts?”

Long pause ...

Ever get tired of the religious right telling you that being a transsexual is a sin, that you are an abomination, that you're going to hell. You know they are wrong, but never knew why or how to explain it. Now, in one post, a christian defense of what God really says about transsexuals.

The deaths of Anthony Threadgold and his wife Taiko, who were both artists, were described as a ''terrible tragedy'....

Lay down
Your sweet and weary head
Night is falling
You’ve come to journey's end
Sleep now
And dream of the ones who came before
They are calling
From across the distant shore

To Me at Sixteen

Hey, kid.

Its you, about three decades down the line. Okay, once you wrap your head around that, listen up, because I dont have all day here, and there are some stuff you really should know.

First, I know the last decade or so has not been a lot of fun. A lot of pain in our past, even by your age, and yeah, that kinda sucks.

But that’s the past, and right now I want you to look ahead a bit, and see what’s coming.

A Letter to My Ex

Dear Sharon,

I’m writing this, not necessarily to send, but so I can get my thoughts in order before I talk to you. See, I’ve been keeping a secret, and its beginning to feel like lying. I’ve gone back and forth on when I should tell you, with one part of my brain saying “confess! you are sinning against her and against God by not being honest with her!” The other part is saying “Wait! You’ll only hurt her and yourself if you tell her now!”

We were just messin around in the bedroom and things got bound up from there...