It seems that since I started visiting and posting on Big Closet calamity had a way of finding me. i do my best to not blame little evil big closet dust bunnies for my misfortune.

The most recent episode started before Thanksgiving last year when I was given notice that I was being fired with no cause from my well paying Tampa Tribune paper route. I know I've been down pretty much since then as I fought like hell just to tread water. I lost where I was living (twice) and wound up in kind of a homeless shelter. Had a van repo'd and the most heart-wrenching lost my Aunt (I still cry)

But people from this site have been there for me throughout, and even though she is gone, so has my Aunt Rosalie. To get around a background issue, someone signed the contract so I could work for the times; thank you that someone. And though I'm sure she would rather do something cheerier (like maybe play with cuddles) Erin always offered support and a listening ear and screen.

As long as I'm related to that woman whose uterus I came out to, I will probably always have some issues going on. But guys and girls, things will be okay. I may go through the wringer, but I somehow manage to make it all the way through and it looks like this last test is no different (even though I'm surprised because it has been a really big blow and longer lasting than most). I noticed yesterday and today that people do like me as I talked with co-workers and a guy from the mechanic i use. The thing that's important about that though, is I never once thought that they wanted to hurt me. It might sound funny, but I normally spend a good time making sure people dislike me a little because if they hurt me I could say "at least they had a reason".

Perhaps it was the battle over the money with my mother, or the fact that people took my size. My Uncle, who initial called me to ask me to give my mother money, final words to me were "Fuck her, don't give her a dime. Keith (my male name) in all your life she was never there for you, you don't owe her a thing." and in a small way so did my mother's lawyer, since i never heard from him even though I left my name and number and knew the lawyer had called my uncle.

Though I am separated permanently from the family I have left, I think that's addition by subtraction and as I move forward, I will make new connections. I know people have worried about me here, so I wanted you to know I am okay and moving on with life. Hopefully I will start writing again, being sick has taken some creative juices out of me but I do have an idea to sequel my Fluffy Christmas story by adding the tiniest bit of drama (real tiny but I would go through withdrawl without it) and in a few weeks look for "Happy Birthday Little Kate" as I do some revisionist history.