Whenever I encounter a story involving science fiction transformation gender-changing, specifically involving changing one's DNA, I have serious trouble suspending my disbelief. I've always had trouble describing why, but I finally figured out how to describe the problem. (The explanation could never be a sound-bite.)

Another birthday come and gone
I still stand alone in the crowd
Standing still in time watching life pass by
Friends get married, have kids, divorce, and try again
For me there’s nothing
The piece that doesn’t fit

Okay... this is probably be a bit on the intense side so fair warning that this may be the post you want to skip.

Yeah, I know this is sudden, but I just had a nice little chat with my dad. He said I can either cut my hair, or move.

I'm not cutting my hair.

(Edit: More after the break)

I think I'm going to be sick. I mean, literally, physically want to run to the bathroom ill right now.

While doing some research for my next writing project in Robin's life, I stumbled across an article on transgender student athletes in Connecticut. The responses almost brought me to tears, thinking that human beings could be so cruel toward CHILDREN in their comments!

I warn you, this is NOT for the faint at heart, like myself, but you have to be one sick, callous son of a bitch to write this kind of bile.

Over the past several months, I've been going over how Big Closet operates. I've had a couple meltdowns over it and now I've come to a conclusion.