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Silence is Golden


Silence is Golden


Patricia Marie Allen's Story

I’ve heard others say that being transgendered is a gift. This is the story of how my gift worked out in my life.



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Kadash

Kadash

by shalimar



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Coulda Been... Indian Summer

And now... well, go look at my blog. The one titled, 'Fred,' that is.

Coulda Been... Indian Summer
by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney
Note: This is dedicated to the memory of Fredrick Dale Lakey.
My Favorite Uncle.
11 August 1954 - 4 March 2009.

This didn't happen. The real story is less proactive, but really... this is what might have been in different circumstances. There's a kernel of the relationships at work here, but...



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Coulda Been... Week's End

As usual, death around me gets me to thinking about how things Coulda Been... so, I've got two more for you all to look at now. You probably were expecting one, but I found myself with two in me. Sorry about that. Up side is that these two aren't as anchored in real-world kernels as the others. More like things that Coulda eventually happened and just never did. Well, here's one not-so-raw, first...

Coulda Been... Week's End
by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney
Note: This is dedicated to the memory of John Lee Galyen.
My Dad (Stepfather).
2 September 1951 - 21 April 2006.

This didn't happen. The real story is less proactive, but really... this is what might have been in different circumstances. There's a kernel of the relationships at work here, but...



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I am a Girl

I am a Girl
By Erin Amelia Fletcher

I lay a wake every night
pondering every dream and sorrow
I question all and wonder why
was I deprived of my nature
as it seeped into tomorrow



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Devar Torah: Haphtorah Shofteem: Drunk Without Wine

Deva Torah Haftorah Shofteem:

You Afflicted and Drunk Without Wine

by shalimar



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The Time My Pain Went Away

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You can live with a lot of pain if it creeps up on you over a long time, so slowly that you have time to get used to it and don't even notice it's gradually getting worse and worse. You can live with a lot of pain if it's always been there and you've never known anything different. Then one day, for one reason or another, it goes away for a little while. And when it comes back, you realize you can't live with it anymore.



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Of Grief and Joy [Essay 1: Sickening]

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Sickening.



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Coulda Been... For Christmas

I would very much like to think I would find a point in which I had no more of these fantasies "in me" as it were. Unfortunately, I don't think that time will come anytime soon, so I'll continue to contribute these almost memories as necessary.

Coulda Been... For Christmas
by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney
Note: This is dedicated to the memory of George Morse.
My Grandfather.

This didn't happen. The real story is less proactive, but really... this is what might have been in different circumstances. There's a kernel of the relationships at work here, but...



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Manual Excerpt: Dating Delusions

Manual Excerpt: Dating Delusions

By Saliaven Chronotis



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My Thanks to all my friends, fans, and readers. From Catherine Linda Michel

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I know this isn't, exactly, a story, but I wanted it to be seen by as many as possible, and a blog entry just doesn't get as much attention as a posting on the main page. My apologies if I've overstepped any bounds.



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Coulda Been... Yet Again

Another fantasy, and it looks like dedications are gonna be the norm for these. I think these pieces are helping me, but writing them is really painful. I sat sobbing for a good two hours halfway through this one, and if you want to see the real story of what happened, it's in my blog on here. I'm not going to link to it, it's easy enough to find.

Coulda Been... Yet Again
by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney
Note: This is dedicated to the memory of Michael Andrew Galyen.
My baby brother.
18 March 1991 - 12 September 2007.

This didn't happen. The real story is much more painful, but really... this is what might have been in different circumstances. There's a kernel of what really happened here, but...



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Coulda Been... Another Time

Third one of these. I'm definitely enjoying writing them, as it's always better to think of pleasant things. A fantasy of what might have been if events had allowed, this one set between the first two installments. Another dedication in this one, too, maybe I should go back and dedicate the first one to my mother...

Coulda Been... Another Time
by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney

This didn't happen. The real story is much more painful, but really... this is what might have been in different circumstances. There's a kernel of what really happened here, but...



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Coulda Been... Too

So, it looks like there'll be more of these. I don't think any of them will be easy for me to write, but I'm finding them oddly... cathartic. Cleansing, even. Another fantasy of how things could have gone. If I write more, they won't be in chronological order.

Coulda Been... Too
by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney

This didn't happen. The real story is much more painful, but really... this is what might have been in different circumstances. There's a kernel of what really happened here, but...



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Coulda Been...

Alright... the idea behind this is thinking back on how things have happened in my life badly. This is, on a basic level, I guess, my fantasy of how things could have gone. This was the first such scene in my life that occurred to me to write about. There may be more, but I don't know. This was difficult for me to write. Only about 1000 words, with the intro and title.

Coulda Been...
by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney
Note: This is dedicated to Eupha Galyen.
My mother.
25 April 1953 - a long time from now.

This didn't happen. The real story is much more painful, but really... this is what might have been in different circumstances. There's a kernel of what really happened here, but...



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Based on a Conversation Three: Hell

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Based on a Conversation Three: Hell

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shalimar

A third essay from the heart about what it means to be transgendered.

I talked with one of my former supervisor at work the other day. I let her know that I soon would be allowed to wear a skirt or a dress at work. This would happen after some meetings that would be occurring after my present supervisor returned from vacation.



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Based on a Conversation Two: A Place For Us

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Based On a Conversation Two: A Place for Us

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Again an essay from the heart about what it is like to be transgendered.

In many respects I am a lucky woman. In the net I have a number of virtual sisters, daughters and nieces that I love and love me. I give them my love and feel their love in return. They are in the center of my heart and I hope others will join them. In this environment I am my alter ego, The Evil Witch.



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Based On A Conversation

Based On A Conversation

by shalimar

An Essay From the Heart About what It Means to Be Transgendered.

Tom, a co-worker, asked me if being gay, lesbian, or transsexual is genetic or learned. I told him that some of the scientific evidence shows that it is genetic.

"You mean to tell me that a person who grows up in a lesbian home won't be influenced to be like his 'parents'?"



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Trans Pride Day, May 20, 2007

Trans Pride Day, May 20, 2007

by shalimar

I used to be afraid that others would know my secret, that I am male between my legs, but female between my ears. What would happen if it got out? Would others still like me? Would I be hurt? In truth, questions like that were on my mind.



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