Well, either my ex didn't notice my wig, or she chose to not mention it when I picked her up last night. Part of me is breathing a sigh of relief, the other part of me realizes all this means that the confrontation is still to come ...

I think some small part of me is still resisting the changes I'm beginning to make. I think I'm, in some small corner of my mind, still afraid. Afraid of what I don't know about being female. Afraid of how people who don't or can't understand will treat me. Afraid of change. Someone replied to Heather's entry about losing her pet that it's a bit of a "system shock", after 16 years, suddenly losing a dear friend and companion, her dog. I kind of think that's what's happening to me now.

Well here goes round 3 in the operating room in 4 1/2 months the left foot the same 1 as was worked on in June is going to be broken and fixed again. 4 more weeks wearing a compression boot up to my knee and pins in my toes. I am getting so I feel addicted to anesthesia so Thursday morning before the sun comes up and I will be back to sleep and home by 11 AM

Well, I just ran some numbers. The Gospel of The Bike, according to word, (if you trust it), totals out to....5,850 pages............2,059,091 words, anf the folder that holds the assembled books weighs in at......22.3 meg. Sounds awesome to me.

Well, I may have set myself up for disaster a lot sooner than I planned. I was driving home this morning, and I had some bottles belonging to my ex in my car, so I figured I would drop them off on my way. So I hit the corner near her house, and she's there, watching my daughter walk to school, so I told her about dropping off the bottles. Why does this mean bad things? Because I was still wearing my wig from work when she saw me. Right now, my only hope is that it didn't register with her, or WW III will start ahead of schedule ...

I'll wait for PS to do the official statistics, but just doing a quick count using the cat's toes, and counting back the last six or seven episodes, Bike has reached well over 2 Million words.

My mother always told me I would use half a dozen words where one would do, perhaps she had a point.

In keeping with the title of the story, I demonstrated the ease with which I manage to fall off bikes yesterday, thankfully no serious damage was done to the bike. Oh me, just a few scratches - bike riders is tough (unfortunately not as tough as the average road!).

An interesting article about gender, with some explanations of hormone experiments on rats.

http://www.flyfishingdevon.co.uk/salmon/year1/psy128psychose...

Keep in mind that some of the data is more than 30 years old; however, it's still interesting to read.

I ended up there when I was trying to find out some of the effects of prepubescent castration in humans - basically, whether or not it would be the same as total androgen insensitivity. (apparently not, at least, not without providing estrogen therapy to trigger puberty)

Perphaps it's not so big a step, but it feels like one to me...

Hello first blog here but have a ? does any1 know where i can find the endings to the stories in serial section for A Glass Half-Full by Chaosdancer wich ended just before a fight with a demon holding a family member of 1 the herorine's group or for Who's That Girl by PattieBFine wich ended with the introduction of a male suitor creating a love triangle ?

Well I'm looking for a bit of feedback on this idea concerning Transfigured and a possible rewrite.

Sorry I haven't written much lately, but so what, neither has Shakespeare. ;)

I got things done and caught up. Here you go folks. I hope you really enjoy the new chapter.

Had dinner with just my mom and I last night at a Japanese restaurant in town.

The restaurant was excellent. It was my first time there, though my younger brother had been there and told me it was very authentic.

What he hadn't told me was that it was also very traditional! The cooks even come to your table and do the whole show thing if you order Habachi! We didn't, but we observed this taking place with customers who did.

Looks like StarDust and Crystal Hall is currently down. All I get is a problem loading page error. Oh well!
Grover

I was thinking tonight of a short story I read once, about a post op young woman, dressing as masculine as she can, wearing a cap to sit and watch a game with her Dad, to give him one last gift from his "son."

It was a sentimental story, but I can't for the life of me remember the title, and I would like to read it again.

Hope someone can point me to it.

Hugs,

Kristy

Here's a little teaser for my upcoming, hopefully soon, story, entitled 'Nereid.'

If you'd like to see a higher resolution image, check out the link to my personal blog site
HERE. Hope you like it!

Well, I'd like to take a second and talk about my latest piece, "There was a point". I had a horrible nightmare in which I replayed a portion of my abuse, except in the nightmare I played both parts - the abuser and the abused. After I woke shaking and crying, I was left with the story, which took about 5 minutes to write. Just goes to show something beautiful can come out of pain, yes?

My author name and account name have been changed to Abigail Drew, all three chapters of Open Your Heart, along with my organizer pages, have been changed as well.

Author page has been the most thoroughly edited of them all.

If only real life were that easy,

Abigail Drew.

I hope you all can understand that with what I am going through right now, I really can't even begin to think about writing Open Your Heart.

Don't worry though, I do not plan to give up on it or stop writing it! I merely need to work out my own life before I can help Pattengale with their life.

Even when I do start pushing chapters out again, they will likely be very slow in coming.

Abigail Drew.

Incomprehensible.

Even when I was trying to be one, I never really did understand the "other guys". Is it really so important that yours is bigger, or better, or stronger, or whatever? I'm competitive, sure, but mostly against myself. I don't really care if I keep losing to a more skilled FPS player - if I can manage to snipe him even 1 more time than before, I feel good about it. If I can manage to stay alive even 1 second longer than last round, that's great success. If I fail, I laugh it off.

Hi,

I'm writing another story and I'm thinking about a f2m punishment transformation. The reverse has been done way too often, and I want to give my characters something to think and maybe to regret.
Many evil guys tend to be transformed into whores, but what are the worst imaginable jobs for males? With what a life would you punish an evil female after she has been transformed into a guy?

I'd be greatful for any suggestions,

Beyogi

I saw an article about an online flash game called 'A Closed World.' It's supposed to be a LBGTQ friendly game. I haven't played it yet, but here is the infor page.

http://gambit.mit.edu/loadgame/aclosedworld.php

Grover

(Another title which is a line from Fiction, the song has especial meaning to me right now, which I think you can imagine why: http://www.kovideo.net/fiction-lyrics-yuki-kajiura-810763.html)

So I talked to the other fish yesterday. Remember, my sister just older than I and myself were called Fish in high school? Because of the massive amounts of water we'd both drink.

Anyways, I'm not sure why I did it, in retrospect I probably should have waited until after the family meeting and just hoped if things went south no one beat me to it.

I want to meet a nice feminine t-woman, but don't like many of the people I see at the clubs and bars. Every site I look for on the net is a sex site. I don't know where to find a straightforward dating spot. MY GOD, I JUST WANT TO GO ON A DATE!!!

Today's Wall Street Journal had an article with the headline "Ye Olde Menu: Dormouse, Anyone?" in the Personal Journal section. The article was about a "trend-in-the-making" of finding recipes from old to ancient sources to spice up menus. The article does state "One recipe he won't bother to explore: Stuffed Dormouse."

A subscription is required to read the article online.

Well, yesterday while I had the day off, I went back over my blog here, and its hard to believe how much has changed for me from the beginning. Then, I was still struggling with accepting myself as a woman inside, still hoping somehow I could be the male person everyone wanted me to be. And even as I started to accept myself internally, I struggled with feeling like there was nothing I could do - no way I could pass dressed as a woman, much less begin a transition, and yet here I am, on my way, able to go out unafraid, accepted at work, and even started hormones.

Hi everyone! I have a new story up at StarDust. As usual, I'll leave it there for about a week before bringing it to BCTS. It's named 'No Man's Hand.'

Have all you high fantasy fans out there ever wondered about other explanations when it was you read that the Witch-king, demon or whatever the baddie is would not fall "by the hand of man?" I have.

Enjoy!
Hugs!
Grover

I am revising a part of Through the years: Tracy emerging part 15.

The more I read it, the more I realized I added stuff and meant to add a bit more before I sent it off to be edited, but I totally forgot to add it. It's in the part at Brooke's house. I make several comments to Tracy looking over, but forgot to finish what I had planned for that.

So I shall edit it to make it whole, plus change a bit in another post of reflect the change. And also, the rating is going up too

As you may have noticed, I posted a new story this morning, but I can't help thinking it had been posted here before.

Convinced I'd published this some four years ago, I searched through the stories here, but couldn't find it, so if you missed it, here it is ...

Nick

The big thing holding me up in terms of several other stories is near the end of the first draft. I have three chapters left, maybe more, but the end is right there. I can finish that fairly soon and that will be great. Then I can write other stuff as I edit that, which will let me feel like I am back to writing again. Whee!

I had a bit of a funny moment at work yesterday. I was walking down the main aisle, and I could hear someone bringing a pallet behind me. I glanced behind, and saw one of my co-workers, and for some reason I thought, "Is he looking at my butt?" I had to restrain myself from adding a little extra wiggle to my walk, and I don't know why I felt like that.

need i say more?

'Neath Quicksilver’s Moon is partially unpublished as of 10/10/2011 for wider publication.

I do check regularly, and yesterday night and this morning noticed that the Storysite that Crystal seems to have abandonned has developed new malfunctions - you can get the home page byt if you click on Stories, nothing happens, it just goes blank. Same for Poetry Corner. So unless she notices and repairs it, I guess that is it. A sad loss, which many of us regret.

It appears that Governor Jerry Brown of California signed to bills into law yesterday which should be of interest to readers here.

The link from AOL is to a Huffington Post article. The link is below.

RAMI

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/10/10/california-transgen...

Take to flight, like a foolish angel!

(Lines from Yuki Kajiura's "Fiction", title song of the album that "Open Your Heart" is contained on.)

Today was an eventful day. Chose my new name this morning - Abigail Drew - shared it with my older brother at work, and towards the end of the day I finally got up the nerve to do something real major: Talk to my bishop. By the end of my meeting with him, I'd worked up the nerve to do something even more major: Set a date for telling the family.

Happy thanksgiving everyone, or more or less my fellow canadians huggs alot and kisses

Erin Amelia Fletcher

As a reminder, 'Neath Quicksilver's Moon will be unpublished today. It will be submitted for eBook publication tomorrow on both Amazon.com and Barnes and Noble, but both outfits "vet" their submissions before final publication, so I can't guarantee when they'll appear. I'll supply a link to each venue when they do appear.

Film following the journey and the prejudice encountered along the way of gay couple Sam and Evan as they undergo the process of changing their bodies from female to male.

BBC3 tonight at 9.00pm.

According to the Guardian, they look to move to Manchester in the hope of finding more acceptance than they get in Rochdale. I wish them luck.

Angharad

PS Now on BBC iplayer.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/b01605z2/Sam_and_Evan_F...

Just the two of them.

It was a cold, dark, stormy night. The storm had come quickly

and each time the thunder boomed he watched her jump.

She looked across the room and admired his strong appearance...and

I don't post here often, apart from my stories, preferring instead to write directly. I try not to post if I don't have something important to say.

My mom suffers from short-term memory problems. Things that happened an hour ago she may or may not remember; things from years ago she remembers as clearly as anyone else.

This morning at 1:00 AM I finished a short story, complete with the extra spaces between paragraphs that Drupal requires. As far as I was concerned, it was ready to publish.

This morning I got up and decided to give it one last read to check for continuity. Much to my discomfiture, all those blooming extra carriage returns are gone! Can I have not remembered correctly? Did I forget to save my work? I am quite certain that I saved it and I have auto save set at 5 minutes.

Well, I had an upsetting moment the other night but because it involves my faith, I'm not giving details publicly. The last time I did that my blog got pulled. So if you want to know, PM me, but otherwise, just know I'm not a happy camper at the moment.

I didn't want to write this in with the other entry, since this is a much different sort of topic. The previous entry today was much harder to write, so I decided to do it first. Anyways!

My weight loss goal of 140 pounds was reached as of yesterday morning. I lost roughly 45 pounds between late June and now.

I still have a little bit of remaining pudge in some areas, but that should go soon enough as I move on to the next stage of my get healthy plan: muscle toning.

First of all. the surgery itself went very well, but I re-affirmed my belief that the squeaky wheel DOES get the grease. For months, the V.A. tried to tell me that my blurry vision was a simple problem that could be solved by using eyedrops. I insisted that it was much more than that, and finally went to an outside opthemlogist who informed me that I did indeed have a cataract! I went back to the V.A. with the proof and they finally did a more detailed exam, confirming the cataract and finally scheduled me for the surgery.

Courtesy of the Daily Wail, pics of the androgynous model.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2046459/Andrej-Pej...

Angharad