I was buggered. I was feeling every ounce of my age and wondering if I would survive the day, and if I wanted to. I had my coffee and orange juice and started to feel a little better.
A better mood started to kick in and I recognised just how lucky I am to have a group of close sisters here, who I love dearly, and that I have this site to relate to every day, thankfully to all of the admin who put so much effort into keeping it up and operating.
Then there are all the other friends that I am blessed with. I hesitate to name them, only because I would hate to miss any, but there are many still here and more than a few who are gone, whether through moving on or through death. I will always remember you.
There are heroines whose names should never be forgotten
Angharad, who has been contributing longer than I have been here and is a legend.
Erin, who not only runs the place but gives us story after story.
Angela Rasch, now unfortunately disappeared, but an author whose works will live on
I could go on, but you will know whose work I like. I always try to comment on good stories.
This is ThanksgivingI It is not a holiday in my country but I take this opportunity to say "Thanks" to everybody who contributes to this site.
And my anomie of this morning has gone and I'm glad to be alive for at least one more Thanksgiving.
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Can I just say
Can I just say how thankful I am that you woke up this morning? And how thankful I’ll be if you keep doing that thing? Pretty please?
Love you, Jo!
— Emma
I Am Too
Now that I've got over my funk! I'll PM you.
A Good Day to Reflect
But then any day can be a day to give thanks,
Whatever your beliefs, reflect on what you have, what you wish was better,
Resolve to do the right thing.
Not easy but a worthy goal.
But most of all be safe on this USA Thanksgiving Day.
And may the Green Bay Packers demolish the Detroit Lions.
For non-NFL fans, Marilyn Monroe pre stardom.
John in Wauwatosa
I Love You ,John
One of those who has made the journey with me!
Thanks for your kind words. stay well and
Gobble Gooble!
Tofu tofu. maybe salad salad for vegetarians/vegans.
Though our Audrey has the right idea, devouring her dry cat food as I type.
Five plus pounds of furry death. Our mini velociraptor
John in Wauwatosa
"I woke up this morning"
That's a good thing. Please know that we all are thankful for your contribution to this site. Whether it be one of you stories or an insightful comment, your words carry weight with us; have meaning.
This blog resonates with me and I'm sure with all of the regulars who visit this site. Though our friend list may vary we all feel a sense of community; of belonging.
That's important. Like many of our sisters, I grew up pretty much a loner. Oh yeah, I adopted the façade and did all the things that young boys and young men did but it was all camouflage; all for show. I couldn't let anyone really know me. Because I was a freak; the only boy with this need to express femininity.
Then came the internet. While it let me know I wasn't the only one, I was still alone; still without connection to people. After a decade or so of wandering the virtual halls of off the world-wide-web I chanced upon this site. At first I thought it was just another TG fiction site. A good one to be sure, but that's how I treated it.
It took a bit to acclimate to a site where people actually interacted with each other: I lurked for a while, then became a member and began posting my stories. Then I chanced a blog entry.
I was welcomed with open arms by authors whose names were kind of legend in the TG Fiction world and readers alike. I was absorbed into this community. Here I can let my hair down. I can be myself; strip the façade away and let it all hang out. How precious is that?
Yes, I join you in giving thanks for Erin and all her minions (some of whom I count as friends) that work so tirelessly to keep the site up and running. Thank you all.
BCTS is social media for transgenders. I spend more time here connecting to this community than all other sites on the internet.
Yes, thank you, thank you, thank you!
Hugs
Patricia
Happiness is being all dressed up and HAVING some place to go.
Semper in femineo gerunt
Ich bin ein femininer Mann
You've Walked The Walk
Thank you, Patricia Marie. Your journey has been very similar to mine and your comments are always both kind and knowledgeable, as are your stories.
I could not say better than you have just how much this place means to me. I believe it is the one TG site with a real soul and I also tried a lot of the others.
Joanne