Dorothy Colleen

worried about the surgery

I heard from a friend in my local trans support group who had SRS, and she's struggling with an infection, but otherwise okay. But what struck me was the comment from her wife saying such complications are one reason why a person shouldnt be alone going through the surgery.

Unfortunately, unlike my friend, I don't have a significant other to take care of me post-op, and reading about her experience made me feel pretty blech.

Ah, well.

a couple of nice moments

Well, I had a couple of nice moments over the last couple of days. First, My mom and I were talking about an aunt who wants to change her name, and mom groused about it feeling like she was talking about a stranger. I said that it was about respecting her choice, just like calling me "Dorothy" is. She said, "But Dorothy suits you."


I thought that was kinda cool.


Then, at work last night, a co-worker and I were discussing the difference between "tolerance" and "acceptance", when I said most people at work probably just tolerate me. She said, "I accept you." I said, "Can you see me as a woman, full stop?" "Yes", she said, "That's how I see you."


One of these days, I'm going to stop being surprirsed when stuff like this happens, but for now, I just want to relish in it.

Last Entry

This one is intense. Reader discretion is advised.

Rock Star Makeover, Part 1

Rock Star Makeover, Part 1

“You can't be serious!”

“Why not enter the contest? ”

“Well, duh, its for girls?”

“Doesn't say that anywhere. Says you have to be 15 or older, that's it.”

“Come on! I know you like Cathy Mason, and that the contest winner gets a meting with her, as well as a trip to Hollywood for the winner, their parents and a friend. But it also includes a new wardrobe, as well as a 'makeover'. You know, like makeup and stuff?”

He just grinned at me.

“He” was Gavin Martin, and my best friend, and this is our story. I am Noah Alexander, and we were both 16 years old.

“And besides which, wouldn't you need your parents permission?”

“I have already talked to them, dude”

“You always did plan ahead”

Santa School

Santa School

Jacob Burrows answered the ad for a mall Santa, and was surprised to discover that one had to actually attend a class before you were allowed to put on the red suit and beard. In fact, he was sent to a day long “Santa School”.

At the class, Jacob spent the day learning how best to act “jolly”, even when things were not going well. Things like when a kid pulls on your beard or pees on your pants.

There was also a discussion on what to do if a kid asks for something other than a present, and this led to some of the “Santas” to stand up and share stories.

They told of kids asking that a sibling wasn’t sick, or that a parent could find a job, of wishing mommy and daddy would stop fighting, or that there would be enough food on the table for Christmas dinner.



May the gods and goddesses of our people bless the readers, especially those I love.

My name was Abraxes, and I was a slave. Despite this, the gods blessed me beyond all measure, and I will die as a member of the nobility. For my children, and their children, I wish to record what happened, so they may know how that happened, and thank the gods and goddesses who brought such joy into my life. The account I must relate is strange, stranger than any other I have heard of, but I swear by all our gods and goddesses that it is the truth.

I must first recount how I became a slave. My father had become indebted to a moneylender named Adiano. Our whole family was threatened with slavery. Desperate, my father took me and my twin sister Aleda to a rival of Adiano’s, a nobleman named Argyro.

A Safe Place

A Safe Place

Tina looked at herself in her wedding gown, and tried to hide her nervousness. She could hear the voices from her past, calling her the names she heard so often as a child.

A strange woman entered the room, and somehow, neither her bridesmaid nor her mother-in-law seemed to think that was odd. The woman came over to Tina, and said to her, “You are afraid”

Somehow, Tina could not lie to this stranger, and said “Terrified. What if I cant make him happy in bed? What if after all this, he decides he can’t sleep with a former man?”

“I think you need to remember how you met.”

She touched Tina on the forehead, and suddenly….

Then …