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Muffin, my cat is dieing. She has metastasized cancer. Holly and I were the fourth pets for Muffin. Previous ones of her people pets included Debby Bishop and Maggie the Kitten.

I wasn't going to bring this up, but today, August 17, 2014 when I went to Goooooooooogle something, the Google logo was birthday cakes. Google wished me a happy birthday.

I just got back from vacation last night. I retrieved all of my held mail. Over $1000 in bills were waiting for me. Some of these are for things I paid off months ago or they're on closed accounts. Now I have to backtrack and see if these were just the last bill that was sent out before I paid it off, or if they're new and whether they should or shouldn't be. I'm so sick of this.

This year has been the worst year for me as far as finances are concerned. I keep on thinking I'm staying on top of things and keep on getting slapped in the face.

Well, my adventures in dog-sitting is over, and I'm glad to be home. I was happy to find out I would have Wi-Fi there, so I was able to peek in on you guys to see if you were behaving, and most of you were ...

Now, I would take a moment to be serious, and talk about putting yourself down.

I have been very guilty of it over the years, but finally, someone managed to make me see that in calling myself down I make it true. Every time I call myself stupid, or ugly, or whatever, I help make that the reality.

Just a quick note to tell everybody I'm going to be ofline this weekend.

So everybody behave while I'm gone, okay?

Since I figured you folks needed a break from yet another blog post detailing the myriad reasons I don't have the talent to write, the courage to write, or the experience to write, I thought I'd talk about my trip a week ago to Green Bay to see a speech pathologist (hey, it ain't a trip to Lambeau Field, but I at least got a chance to get out of the apartment).

No, no. I'm not going to replace 500 words of whining about my writing or lack of same with 500 words of whining about my voice.

Well...maybe a little whining, but for the most part this is good news. It might not seem like it at first, but...well, just read on:

Well, my friend Jaci is gonna laugh about this one: I was having a conversation with my next-door neighbor yesterday, and she said I was "more girly " than she was ...

I had a moment yesterday that moved me profoundly.

Here is a moment from my work last night:

Me: (reading a book, giggling, snorting, barely suppressing laughter)

Co-worker 1: "What's wrong with her?"

There was an interesting article in a local paper yesterday about a woman who had lost her hair due to an autoimmune disease, and for the last 3 years refused to be seen in public without a wig, until she finally decided to "come out of the hair closet" by letting herself be photographed without it.

In some ways, my transition has been like her story - years of hiding and self-hate, then coming out and discovering just a big a relief it is to be honest, and then finding out that most people ignore me, some accept me, and some love me regardless.

A large number of huggles have escaped their containment units, and may be headed this way! Remember, if a huggle approaches you, the best response is to just let it give you a huggle. This will cause it to dissipate. If you resist, well, who knows what will happen ...

Well, I found out the source of my panic attack before going into a shower.

We had an interesting sermon in church today.

This has been a painful year so far

Questions at the end, but have fun reading through this.

My weeks been a rollercoaster of thrills and feels.

So, we had a few nasty thunderstorms recently. Well 3 days ago me and my dad where sitting on the couch debating politics when our house is struc by lightening. The lights went crazy and it was really loud when it struck. I nearly peed my pants and jumped up from the couch and ran out onto the front porch :3. Well everything is on surge protectors except for one thing.... the magical internet box( the router) so it got fried and I was without internet for like 3 days, it was terrible!

I last wrote two years ago about my quest for my ex partner to pay maintenance for our daughter, who lives solely with me. In the past two years several calls have been made to the Child Support Agency but the situation remains the same. Today's call confirmed that there are no employment/tax records nor current benefits claims, so she has no liability to pay until one of these conditions is met.

A few days ago I posted a blog. It is probably similar to several blogs that I have posted over the past few years where I struggle to see where I fit in with everything.

It's 28 years ago today that I officially started my transition and went into work in a grey two piece. In some ways it feels much less than that and in others, it seems centuries ago. During that time I've lost some good friends and also my mother and my aunt, who were both supportive of my decision.

The few people who follow me and care no that for the longest time I have struggled with where my body of work falls in the large scope of things. I have often felt on an island, alone (or with few others around doing the same thing). For some reason, I thrive on being defined in a group because I think that gives me direction and parameters to work under. It could also give me sources where I could see what worked for others and what hasn't.

Woah! It's been just over a year since I made my last entry. I'm back to writing TG fiction (kind of). I posted the final episode of Charlie Volume One a couple weeks back. It was waaaaaay over due, a year in fact, so I sincerely apologise to those who were waiting for the conclusion. Thank you for the emails and such. It's nice to know some still care about my writing. I'd be lying if I said I was currently writing Volume 2 but I've literally only written a couple sentences. There's a wall in the way.

I would like all my friends to know that 41 years ago today I married my bride TRISSA at the age of 19 . We have 2 boys that we are very proud of and 41 years married only 9 more for the GOLD