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The adventures of Linda
Linda Joelyn Bedore November 6th, 2009 8:22 pm MSTAfter returning from a month in Utaw I drove to Charlestown SC to attend a reunion with my Navy shipmates from the Korean War. I stoped in Atlanta and spent the night at the SCC Hotel with Vickie Davis. I met several girlfriends there and had a great evening. Then off to Charlestown and a wonderful reunion. The acceptence was more than I could ever have asked for. Then I drove to Nashville to spend more time with Vickie and Susan Brown. The highlite of that trip was the line dancing at the Wildhorse Saloon. What fun, 5 hours of dancing. I was there for a week or so having a great time and then headed back home to Phoenix.
On the 13th of Nov I will fly to NYC to perform in the Tranny Road Show. Just for the weekend this time but I am really looking forward to it. We always have fun. I will be playing my harmonica in the show. Bye for now, xo, Linda
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Brunch~a~palooza with Bri & Crystal 10.24.09 Yahoo serious!...lol
Brielle Echo Whitney November 1st, 2009 11:53 am MSTDateline Monday ( I think…lol) Report to the Surgeon General from the bat cave…;p :
WOO F***ing HOO!
Your Foo fighter (against the seriously mundane) is spent…and my legs actually feel weak today…lol
I seriously doubt that my fellow bat girl, (and team leader of the day (the inimitable Miss Crystal Frost) went to work…If she did, I’m pretty certain that the phone is in “we’ll get back to ya” mode…lol
What a truly heroic VIKING tale yesterday was, and you couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful day to be at your finest, looking like a movie star & REPRESENT! …to the general inmate population out there!
Let’s just say that the TWO of us were on a “take no prisoners” ransack of the Left Village…HA!
Here’s what you missed (you can kick yourselves later for being dumb ass lazy!...;p)
It was a beautiful start to the race with Crystal & her assembled entourage of contestants lounging on the red carpet outside of the Cowgirl Hall Of Fame…looking like the cast of Sex In the City being regaled by the Press Gang & paparazzi crushed behind the velvet ropes…;))… ;D The sky was bright & clear, and the sun shone brightly… this was brunch with the ladies who meal, and
it’s one of the last days of Indian Summer in NYC…just perfect!
I made my way across the street as the crowd parted like the red sea to join the cast of what would prove to be a production of epic proportions…lol
After an appropriate amount of time for the staff to prepare a central feasting table for us inside the totally cute Cowgirl themed jalapeneo popper…lol we were regaled with a superfine protein & carb fuel up while being treated like stars with super sized smiles & service, with seemingly every satellite table giggling at the comedy coming from our banter… ;D
The Bloody Mary's were en eye opener, or closer, depending on your resistance to hot stuff...lol
The Echidna was seriously bruised…lol
…then…. With all jets a go we launched headfirst into the sun, heading due north. A pedal cabbie was seriously smitten & offered us a free ride wherever we wanted to go…which we declined, as a spectacle such as ours needed be circumcised with much more pomp & circumstance…lol (although I was seriously considering the ramifications of what would come of a modern Judah Ben Hur chariot ride through the streets of the Old West…lol ART! is what we are, and such Dandy Warhol’s need to be seen up close to be truly appreciated for our individuality & quality of execution…lol…best appreciated by the serious connoisseur, culture jammers or blatantly inappropriate lesbians…lol
The pedal pusher gave us cards though with his cell number saying “anytime, anyplace”…lolol hmm…;p
Our first stop would be Planet Cubbyhole, for a circle jerk under the twinkling mélange of holidaze rotating overhead, taking in the heady vapors of females in heat…lol and being offered complimentary clam chowder…(how appropriate!)…lol The Cubby’s apparently are wanting to give us brunch-ability with them soon too! Excellent!
Next, it was back out for a stroll through the cobblestone streets heading due East to Johnny’s, where the totally friendly low key atmosphere found us in rare form…I haven’t laughed so hard in ages…did I mention the pie? There was pie…lol it came along with us for the laughs somewhere along the way…in a box. There were cruel jokes, but no one got hurt…lol
Tess, resplendent behind the bar was beautiful, and her top was quite revealing. It was a cool night and the door was open…lol…I think it moved…;p Crystal’s friend Melissa was really sweet. I explored the inside of her oral cavity looking for answers, but only found more questions the deeper I probed…lolol
We picked up a hitchhiker who didn’t care for darts, golf or curling, I was to find out…lol
He was called Robert, and Crystal & I decided he must have been Chinese, as he ping-ponged with serpentarian aplomb between us…lol men are such dogs, you know, not being able to decide which shit smells better, but wanting to take it all in the ass run…lol
THEN!...(got your score cards out?) we continued the flight out of Egypt with the rainbow warrior in tow & headed East & took a hard right straight into Babylon…lol
Making the scene at Boots & Saddles was easy, where the serious grinding of the evening now started, as we danced around a plethora of urgently pressing issues…lol, got our freak on…and with a toss of our curls, schwing! we left…always leave ‘em begging for more I say, right…lol
Now it was time to cross the street, past the crowd singing show tunes at street level & down into the bowels of the Monster, for some over exposure under the disco ball’s shimmer & the call of the dance floor. ;D Crystal shook it like a white girl, Trish fell hard for a Latino pixie with a 6 pack, and I went into a tail spin with a hungry wolf…lol
We were all having lots of fun, when Trish asked me to sing her a song of desire. I decided that she would be able to hear it much more clearly if I sang it directly into her mouth…lol This particular song is tricky… I make it up on the fly of course, but it wound up having several verses, a repeated chorus…and an encore…lol
At this point we lost the hitchhiker, who, had become like peau de soie,… a medium to heavy, drapeable fabric with a soft satin weave and dull finish….lol
There had been, by this point a serious amount of mead drained out of various tanks, and into ours…lol, and we decided to come up for air…and away we went….
…straight back again into the deep house 4/4 at Greenhouse….I love that space, the raw tune-age is fine, the crowd is terribly sexy, and the toilets come with breath mints…lolol
We slid across the waxed dance floor under a canopy of foliage back lit & throbbing with a seemingly full room spectrum of wall to wall sound...it comes from everywhere, but you can’t see how…very cool, kinda like being inside a fuzzy navel or ear canal…radical & tubular!…;)) we danced till breathless, and I got mad props for knowing HOW to move my junk flash dance style in 4+ inch heels…Get your bad self down beatch! lol I wanted the Redheaded Emma Peel Doll in a skin tight black body stocking & boots…yummy… ;)) but she kept disappearing … was it live or was it girls on film?… must have been Memorex, but I can never really be sure…lol
Trish is a real trooper, she’s only just above the level of my business, which means it was easy for her to play with my garters…I told her the pleasure was all mine, but I’m not so sure about that…lolol
By now I have no fricking clue what time it was, I think it had been called on account of hedonism… too much fun is just enough ya know…;))
The upstairs was in overdrive, and I had serious fear for the safety of my toes, as the room was like a beehive with a fire lit from below… so we decided to fly before getting our wings clipped. ;D
To the surprise of both Crystal & myself, Trish then jumped into a cab with three beautiful strangers, and headed to Amanda Lepore’s party at the Hiro Ballroom.
Crystal assured me that she’d be fine as she always lands on her feet.
I was a bit concerned as the poor kitten’s frame seemed seriously bent by now…lol
She called us later and I THINK anyway, was back in the game & on the prowl in another part of the jungle…lol
We weren’t done yet, as it turned out…ummm…did I mention the word VIKING…lol
Now we were headed back north, passing Caliente Cab Company. Crystal suggested that we should get a dozen girls with temporary water weight gain to go in there & flash mob the bathroom…lol I said I’ll drink to that!...lol (if you don’t get it, do some homework…lol)
Flying a bit farther a field found your trusty heroine’s on a strafing run through Duplex & Stonewall when it occurred to us that the Pie had been having such a good time singing “ I will Survive” at Boots & Saddles, that it had fallen behind with the swaggering Cocks & Hens (and Chickens…lol). SO, we decided to go rescue it, as Pies aren’t especially known for carrying loose cab fare…lol
Upon entering, the Pie, which by now had done a costume change and had come fully out of it’s shell joined us for a short rendition of Naughty Marietta, and with a stage left, and a deliberately liberal sprinkling of air kisses, we shuffled off into the gaping mouth of the night, giggling like schoolgirls…lol
Where to go where to go!...NEXT!
The not so obvious choice to me anyway, was the Hanger. Along the way I noted that practically every shop had in some form included the execution of tattoos in their business model… tattoos & heavy lifting, tattoos & French Polishing, tattoos & antique sushi bowling, tattoos & sea foam bubble tea for you & a matching mole, half off on Tuesdays! Tattoos AND body art…I suppose that’s like the Big Mac…. Double your signage & brand recognition with excessive fat…lol…comes with a fork with seating for 6 at the table of the elements, with no reservations required!…lol I thought we should get matching Gummi’s glued screwed or tattooed where the sun don’t shine…lol… so much virgin canvas & so little time! Tsk!...lol
The Hanger was really loud, with big muscular tribal beats that make you want to throttle your knuffle bunny’s best assets or at least, the most open targets…lol…Let’s just say it was DEFINITELY NOT ladies nite…lol but who cares, we were out to shake things up & get our goddess worship on anyway…lol I’m ready for my scene now Mr. DeMille…lol
Crystal knew a guy in there who begged for us to stay, meanwhile, she gave me a look that said “hockey puck”…lol later explaining that this one follows her around like a puppy…lol I didn’t think a jury could possibly convict…lol Crystal’s certainly got that Big Fish Story appeal…lol I did mention dogs earlier didn’t I?...lol Well, enough of the Locker Room so she, me, and the Pie Rushed out the door flaming…lol Paris isn’t the only thing burning…lol We left burnout patches in the street as we careened a hard right down Bedford…lol
Which way did they go which way did they go! Run rabbit’s run!
Well, I have been trying for months to find out what’s going on with Chumley’s, as the phone’s ringing, but no one’s home…Chumley’s is the Doyenne of NYC Speakeasy’s, having successfully been playing Hide & Seek now for almost a century. It’s like a pair of favorite slippers. The Restaurant at the End of the Universe…;D
If you don’t know where it is, you probably won’t find it, there’s no sign, no lamp post & the door is forgettable…lol Once inside the door, you are transported into what is most certainly a Dickensian Era British pub. The dark wooded walls are covered with the manuscripts of Lost generation & Beat Generation writers & poets., men of letters, some chicks too…lol …people like EE Cummings , William Faulkner, John Steinbeck, Ring Lardner & Edna St. Vincent Millay…
There is also a ghost in there as well, usually, apparently, over by the bar. The floor is covered in sawdust, and there is a huge working fireplace. There are a trio of Hounds of the Baskervilles, ancient beasts that I think came with the property…lol They usually lie in front to the fireplace like stuffed sacks of peanuts roasting slowly in the dry heat…lol
The bar has hand pulled ales with curious names of Firemen who fell in the way back, dirty Vicars & other social anomalies & activists. The walls & benches are carved with the names of lovers & spirits past… There’s a juke box with a permanent collection of 78’s…songs from the distant haze, but you can’t expect to hear what you attempt to play. The ghost get’s to work, and the box has a mind on playing what you SHOULD hear…lol and it’s all good…;)) My favorite meal is a lobster tail, with corn on the cob, salad & a biscuit…all for 12 bucks! You just can’t beat that!
Anyway, away we went, and looked with intent, but it’s disappeared, vanished! I could cry a river into my beer if I could just get one!...lol Things that old don’t die, or fade away. I asked a migrant beaner in the corner restaurant. He looked at me balefully, and said “It’s gone”. FAK! I’ve been going there for 30 years, and I have to hear it from someone who fell off the turnip truck yesterday morning… it’s just not fair! I’ve done a google search, and found out the truth, and there is hope alive! ;D
ANYWAY, that wasn’t gonna’ work, so us girls held hands with the Pie & skipped town, err, rather around the corner DOWN town…lol
We had almost come full circle from where we started, but couldn’t see the finish line just yet…lol
Henrietta Hudson’s looked promising. We were back in our element, with the girls…ok, I’m speaking for myself here…lol Our little mini marathon had at this point seen us girls in heels for at least 15 hours, and me the night before as well…I was smart enough to bring a bag big enough to keep a pair of flats in, but Crystal’s combat boots were now barking…lol and we both wanted to sit down somewhere that wasn’t all whistles & gongs…the belles in HH’s sounded like a good landing strip… and so we were let inside the halls of the sisterhood… ;D Unfortunately, there was no seating available, so now we decided to keep the marathon going…lol
Crystal suggested that we entertain the sailors in the “straight” bar across the street, but warned that it could be a bad move…
I looked at my shoes. I like may shoes. I looked at the Shamrocks in the window. I looked at Crystal. I looked at her throbbing boots. We had the Pie’s well being to think of, so we walked on by…lol
Now, we were back at the Cowgirl where we started, but ya know, every good effort takes 110 percent, and the RL Lounge (nee Rubyfruit) was at the far end of the block…we can do this!!!...lol
The RL is a place where a girl can get something good & stiff from another girl, at a fair price!...lol
The upstairs has been beautifully renovated. It’s clean & cheerful with good lighting & it’s choc’ full of cute women… just my kind of place! Even the butch bunnies are hunni’s…lol
There are stylish salon pedestal stools which make you just want a makeover!...lol
We got comfy, and then we got engaged…lol no silly, I love Crystal, but I had my little eyes on Diana. She had a killer dancer’s bod, spike heeled boots & a wicked grin… I kept singing in my head “… but you can leave your hat on…lol”
She wiggled over to us, and pulled up to the bumper… fun fun FUN! Well, let me tell you…back off she’s mine!...lol
Well, maybe ours… but seeing as Crystal is waiting for Selma Hayak, I think I’ll be building a bridge between my island & her brick house starting this week! What a fine ass pect of the Midnight hour!...lol whew!
We exchanged cards, and I needed to scratch an itch…it was on her, of course…lol and well, Bob’s your uncle, as the Bishop said to the Actress…lol
Well, as happens when two fine T Gals walk into any room, shit happens…lol and Diana HAD to leave with her friend who pretty much dragged her down the stairs…lol
Sympathy for the Devil, and all that…lol We will meet again soon , me thinx… ;D
Anyway, with one girl down, and more to go, I found a comfy place at the bar next to yet another lovely La Femme Nikita… and decided to get busy…lol I can actually pin point the exact moment when the fire lit in her eyes, when I explained that my brain actually worked exactly like hers, and that I had no genuine interest in boys at all, and that I guess that would make me lesbian too! Granted, it’s possibly Vampyros Lesbos that we’re talking about here, but hey, I can’t help it, I was just born to really suck at some things in life…lolol
Crystal as well was having her own petting party, and we were definitely a hit… so much so, that the girl that I was chatting with’s girlfriend dragged her off down the stairs & out as well!...lol Doh! She wanted to stay, and I could have caused the earth to move, but I thought better for her & said that she should leave with her friend… ;D
Ok, time to add a bit of new lipstick before trying for the hat trick…lol SO! I va va voomed my way over to the powder room.
Once inside, I marveled at the most excellent design of the large well planned space. There was a niche at the far end lit softly with ambient lighting with a vase of Bird’s Of Paradise, which perfumed the air. The walls & floor were of a hewn bluestone, giving the space the feel of a Zen Garden…The Queen Mary..(There just can’t be a John in there, was a sleek curvilinear design which would echo the anatomy of she who would be born from above…;)) The sink, with it’s pedestal of stone and ovular bowl-like stainless steel nest resting on top with a single pistil-like faucet were in harmony with the somewhat oblique trapezoidal shape of the room. It’s not a box…lol As I sat there with my panties between my ankles, the sound of my own fluidity echoed like a stream flowing through a temple in a hidden cave, somewhat like a womb, actually…. Quite reflective all this, for just taking a pee…lol
I lifted myself up, and well, you know, tucked in my panties…lol then washed my hands…. Upon turning around, I saw no towels, and no basket… this, made perfect sense for such a Shinto space. The Fung Sui would be utterly ruined if you could possibly mess it up with random intrusions like misfired rimshots on the floor…lol
I then spied the hand dryer, which again, made perfect sense… I glided over, ran my hands beneath it & was immediately blasted by hyper-sonics crashing off the walls, creating standing waves that made harmonic dead spots, as the super heated turbo forced air thundered out of the short, cone shaped expeller. Finally, after what seemed far too long after my hands were already dry, it stopped. I fell back, collected the pieces of my shattered psyche, adjusted my garters & combed my hair. THAT, I’m quite sure, was designed by a man…lol
There are 3 things I found interesting at the RL, besides the company, that is…
1) I decided to have a quick peek into the men’s head…lol It was nothing like the women’s, Firstly, it was about half as big…lol the walls didn’t have the same treatment as in the ladies, quite Spartan by comparison. The sink was the same, but the head was most definitely a John…and the place was brightly lit. This, I assume, was an un-verbalized sign saying look before you get your pee shooter out…lol and oh, it was a box, quite boringly predictably rectangular…
2) Of all the places that we went in that catered to the occasional sporting life, the RL was the only place that didn’t put the Tube De Boob behind or above the bar, but rather placed it in a discretionary position in the room which favored social interaction over mindless hypnosis…lol
3) Of all the bars we were in, every one which catered to the more hirsute patrons had their boxes switched on to football. The RL had on the final ALC championship baseball game. Being a Yankee town, and that night being the last crucial game of the series, combined with the fact that baseball is played as much in the head as on the field, it made again, a lot of sense…lol after all, as we know…Diamonds are a girls best friend…lol
By now it was really getting late, and Crystal needed to get home in time to call in sick…lol so, we gathered our things, said our goodbyes to all of the lovelies, and again, hit the pavement…. Tap tap tap, click click click…and now we’re hugging each other at 7th Avenue. I hail a cab, and she’s away to the train with the Pie, (pumpkin, that’s one well traveled vegetable!)…Goddess speed sister, I hope you got home in a jiff… ;D
SO, what can we gain from this run on stream of consciousness? Get a good night’s sleep Saturday night, empty your bank account, expect the unexpected and have a working medical plan in place …lol
My legs have felt like rubber and weak still some 24 hours later, and my ribs still hurt a little from laughing so hard… but these are pains that I’d welcome anytime… ;))
It’s that time of year again, and amateur night is just around the corner… trust me, If you talk the talk, you need to come out & walk the walk with C & B Music Factory when the risk Vs. reward factor is a toss up…lol… we make what you want to do right now…lol
Brunch with the ladies who DO lunch is now a part of the weekly social, so come out with us in NYC & have a gas yas yas… ;))
Love ya Crystal, let’s turn this pig over & roast the other side soon!
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Tax stress
Rachelle Dubois October 4th, 2009 4:32 pm MDTThis one is about a particular tax. I have current issues with a much more serious tax problem. I am going to leave the IRS out of this commentary.
Today’s thoughts are on the new added tax the state of Connecticut has applied to the purchase of a pack of cigarettes. The total they take is $3.00 per pack. The Federal Government adds $1.01 per pack The total cost is probably at an average of just under eight bucks a pack. Four dollars per pack tax on a product that probably costs less than a dollar to produce and get to market.
The elected politicians around here use cigarettes as the very first service/product to tax. I can understand that they feel that smokers are total idiots for using the things in the first place and probably stupid enough to work extra hours to afford their addiction. Junkies steal more for a more costly fix. I bet the theft of cigarettes statistic increases by 33% in conjunction with the increase of the tax percentage. Junkies can get more for them now. The black market has to be great. Illegal online purchasing of cigarettes will probably increase too. Not sure what sort of fine or prison term one can acquire with such a guilty plea, but I bet it isn’t very reasonable.
I am currently a smoker. A disgruntled smoker. Quitting is probably a really good idea for me as far as my health is concerned. If getting more people to quit was a goal for the state government, they will be able to say they succeeded with me. I bought two cartons the day before the tax increased and that is the end of it. If their intention was more to get more money out of me (what I believe was the foremost objective), they loose.
I figure I can take the tree hundred dollars a month I won’t be spending on smokes and save it for paying off taxes I will need to pay on April 15, next year. I am assuming that my federal taxes are going to increase considerably due to the fact that I am self-employed and good enough to have, perhaps, made a bit too much money for the first time in a bunch of years. Federal spending is at record highs using trillion dollar debt and budget numbers has to come from somewhere.
Withdrawl symptoms are going to be interesting. I have attempted the big quit several times. I usually develop an attitude problem. I need to find a bumper sticker that says “Pardon the middle finger, I just quit smoking”. Road rage will be on the increase. My apologies to those I attack until the need it out of my system.
I do have a box of nicotine gum available in case of emergency.
Just thinking about it stresses me out.
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Petticoat
Colleen loves to dress up September 14th, 2009 6:28 am MDTI never thought that I would buy a petticoat, but I did, actually I had to, for my maid outfit that I purchased. It is soooo sexy, well, I just hat to give myself a good protein facial after I tried it on, and I have to tell you, my face looked just like a bunt cake, all that creamy frosting covering my face running down the sides, I desevered it.
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Mirror
Kathy P Webster September 10th, 2009 5:54 pm MDTJust a qucik thought. I was sitting on the deck of our new apartment, a beer in hand (just one!), after work, staring at the beauty of the still green trees around me and the enjoying hte sinking sun, as I was getting my head together, and this popped into my head (as things sometimes do...): "The internet is my mirror."
So, I popped about 5 feet inside from where I was, to my computer, and here I am expounding on that very thought.
Well, it IS my mirror! If not for the internet I would not maintain my level of self-knowledge. The world, and the lifestyle I live in these days, is not all that affirming of my femininity, and even tries to deny and chip away at it. I am not giving in by any means, but I am "adapting" to trying to integrate all my formerly secret and unmingled worlds, and yes this is a process. I guess, one could say, I am trying to learn to live more "real" and honest, day by day, overcoming fears, and not just in the gender arena, dearies.
So, to keep this short, I just want to thank each and every one of you for being part of my "mirror". With all your help, I look at the mirror, and I see, finally, who I am.
Thank you, and yes I know this sounds fatuous, but in my way it's absolutely true ~
I love you all!
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Home again from a great adventure
Linda Joelyn Bedore September 3rd, 2009 12:56 pm MDT4 wheeling in Utaw for a month, what a great adventure. I was camping near Bryce Canyon for the first week and getting around in my sand rail until something went wrong with the cumputer. I couldnt get it fixed right away so I brought it back to Phoenix and got my Rhino and my Poloris 700 Quad. I headed right back up o my camp spot and continued where I left off. Lots of great trails with beautful scenery. That is the most beautiful country that I have ever visited. I saw lots of Deer, Elk, Antalope, Wild Turkeys and other little criters.I put 600 miles on my Quad and lots of miles on the Rhino.
I met and made lots of new friends who were very suprised as to how much I knew about off roading and my vehicles. TheY always asked my if I wasn't afraid to be doing all of that traveling alone. I just show confidencegwith me, Jimmy with me,6 pounds of love and protection. All and all it was a wonderful trip. Linda
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Untitled Post
Colleen loves to dress up August 12th, 2009 5:39 am MDTWell, I think the wife knows about my litttle secret. She doesn't say anything about it, and with Halloween approaching, my heart just races, cos I know I'm going to get all dolled up again. Shaving my legs has become a habit now, that's one reason my wife suspects. Most of my days are daydreaming about what outfits and shoes I would like to wear, when I have the time to dress.
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Daniel Aloicious Saint James
Dan™ A Saint James August 6th, 2009 3:52 pm MDTI am now officially Daniel Aloicious Saint James. I still have to get a new Social Security Card, Drivers License, etc. But it's been recognized by the court!
I'm really digging the new name.
Once I get around to getting my new ID, who wants to meet for drinks? I was thinking the "St James Tavern" on 4th? ehh ehh?
I may not get it until Monday. It depends on my schedule and such.
Anyway, that is all. :)
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Discount medical insurance!
Rachelle Dubois August 2nd, 2009 6:33 pm MDTThe prez wants it bad. Lots of folk say we need it. I did. Connecticut has a nifty new “affordable” healthcare thing that I have recently been allowed to participate in.
Kewl.
Maybe.
If the National thing is anything like the CT program, get ready for some changes.
My monthly premium (silly term) is $75 a month. Cheap by any standards, but I am considered to be lower middle class according to my IRS 1040 filings. Child support and care of a disabled sister generally make no friggin difference but by my third application and about 15 hours worth of phone calls, letters written and serious whining, I was accepted. Case worker Jessica is a real sweetie.
The red tape was expectedly extensive.
The first info mailing I received claimed to offer low cost medical, prescription, dental and eye care. $20 a month deductibles for doctor visits and $10 co-pays for meds. 18 months later, my 75 bucks a month gets me a limit of 100 grand in cash a year limit, $35 for visits. Preventative is no-cost. Free rectal exams. Yippee! Scripts vary according to name brand, generic and a couple other drug options. Some are just not going to be paid for, some are $10 per fill and others are $35 per fill.
I do not get to see my choice of doctor unless it is a doctor THEY choose. None of my favorites/regulars are on the “list”, so I get to pick new ones out of some very thick booklet of choices. How can there be so many choices and not have any of the ones I had chosen before???
Ya know it is because doctors with a full list of patients (the good ones) are not going to take on new patients that they are not going to get their full fee out of. Those on the state’s list are sacrificing some income as the state mandates what doctors can charge program patients. I am not lying, this is what a doctor’s accountant told me.
So I had to pay the first 75 bux before I would be issued a card, 30 days later according to the info sheet. I sent the money and check daily for my card. I got a mailing, one week after sending the payment, from the program and was all excited until I opened it and it was the demand for the second installment. No card yet, but they want more money. I am glad to see that the billing department is in good working order and well ahead of the game. My coverage is supposed to begin in a week, but I still don’t have the card. Card issue department is a tad slow.
They request that I make an appointment with my “new” PCP immediately. This is not covered in the program as there is a total of $500 in deductibles that must be met before they pay any benefits. $250 for one thing and $250 for another, so on top of my $75 a month, I must pay another $500 before they start giving doctors I don’t want any money.
Within a 12 month span, I had accumulated $110,000 in medical expenses without any medical insurance. Bankruptcy took care of the first 90 grand, but the second one happened after I filed bankruptcy, so I am stuck wheeling ad dealing with hospitals, doctors and miscellaneous service providers.
So the way my calculator sees it, even with the current “affordable” plan I am in, last year would have cost me a minimum of $11, 400.00 out of pocket, and this is at pauper level! You guys making 50-60 grand a year have much higher premiums, deductibles and co-pays. I normally don’t get very sick, but had a bad year. I probably won’t have another like that in a very long time, so I try not to bug out about the cost possibilities, but when I boil it down I struggle with seeing the big bargain with what I have. I see law coming (like Massachusetts has) that if you don’t have insurance, independent or state/federal you get arrested and fines. Some choice. As it stands, I am in debt for close to $20,000.00 for my viral infection thing (they never did figure out why I was so sick for a month) that I am trying to get reduced (more countless hours of phone calls and form filling sessions to 8 different debtors), but now I have to pay the state $500 before their “benefits” kick in.
I dissed them with the bankruptcy and they think they have me in a strong testicular grip. My credit score is for fecal material for the next seven years, so I am figuring that not paying any of these bone and body heads a cent for all the crap they have made me go through for the past six months just to get the break that the “law” says they have to offer me as a self-paying patient (READ: Insured people pay more because the insurance companies need to make sure stock-holders make plenty of dough and physicians are usually big investors) is not going to effect me too much. The calls from collection agency people will be a bitch. They are so mean.
I couldn’t afford the premiums that the insurance companies were asking. I really can’t afford what the government is asking either. The stuff our president wants to push through into law is large, constantly changing, secretive and a bit frightening. If it is anything like Connecticut ’s program (a very costly program...ask the tax payers) we will all loose certain freedoms and will all pay plenty for it. It all worked so well when mom took us in to see the doctor she picked and paid for the visit out of her purse. Done. Those days are gone. Thank you doctors, insurance companies, pharmaceutical manufacturers and especially you greedy attorneys that have screwed seeing a doctor up so much.
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On The Road Again
Linda Joelyn Bedore July 31st, 2009 9:28 am MDTI will be leaving town tomorrow on another adventure with my little dog/best friend Jimmy. We will be traveling in my 99 Dodge pickup with the pop up camper and my dune buggy on the trailer. First stop will be Lake Powell for some relaxing on the beach and some swiming in that nice clear water. Then we are off to Brice National park to explore the offroad trailes. From there we head north to visit friends and spend time at Carito Reef Nat Park for my first visit. This trip is subject to detours at any time becuse we will travel for the whole month of August with no firm destinition in mind after the visit with our friends.
I do plan on spending some time it the Silverton Colorado area traveling the many mountain trails in the area. There, we will visit goast towns at old mining sites high in the mountains. Jimmy and I travel by ourselves because it is so diffucult for a trans person to find a person that is completely comfortable all of the time with a trans person. Also the fact that I am 78 years old and retired, most of the younger folks are still working and the ones my age are in the rocking chair.
After that we may head for the Denver area or whereever else looks good and exciting. I really enjoy this part of my life, meeting people along the way and making new friends. This beautiful country has so much to offer, I intend to see it all and doing it as the woman I always felt that I was meant to be makes it that much better . Now I am able to concentrate on enjoying life with out the frustration of living in the wrong gender. I will write more on our return to Phoenix in September. Love to all, Linda
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TG living as a CD (oh well!)
Kathy P Webster July 6th, 2009 9:02 pm MDTAn update is long past due.
I have been incredibly busy, of late. My wife and I are working better than we have for a long, long time together. She knows that I am Kathy now, and I dress around her now too. We are about to move into our own apartment soon, not far from the house we live in (but don't own), and that will afford us more privacy to be ourselves in all aspects of that phrase.
Basically, I am living like a closeted CD now, for my wifes sake, until (I hope) she gets more comfortable with it, and I will be again "allowed" out in public (haha). Yes, this is a huge compromise, but she has been so good of late, that I am willing to see where this goes, and will give her time to adjust to "the real me". I must say, living in such greater honesty with her is a HUGE relief, and yes a bit of a challenge too, as old ways are more embedded than you think sometimes and the old reflexes of hiding things must be consciously short circuited.
I do not really think of myself as CD, but as TG. I am partly out ... more out, at the time, than my wife is comfortable with, entirely. This, as they say, is compromise. I am well aware that I cannot compromise myself forever, and that no, I am NOT ashamed of who I really am, but for her sake, since she's trying so hard, I will give it time.
In the meantime, it is an exciting time. It is summer here at last. I splurged and bought a new summer dress today, a bit of an indulgence as we are definately watching the money these days. But I fell in love with this light casual dress this spring, and have watched its price go down in the store, waiting to spring like the wise little shopper I am becoming. Finally, it got down to 60% off, and I could wait no more! The green and whitle striped dress is mine to accessorize as I see fit (bwahaha).
I do hope all who read this are doing well. It is a trying time, a hard time, for so many, and while I have my tribulations to be sure, I feel very bad for all the pain that is out there for those without incomes, and wish them the best in finding the stability they need to settle their survival needs so that they can move on to becoming their true selves.
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A pox on our house!
Nicole Asahi April 27th, 2009 5:08 pm MDTA picture is worth a thousand Web pages:
http://www.slate.com/id/2216238/
Sigh! Who knew Mad Cowboy disease could be so devastating!
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Untitled Post
Tracy H Foxx February 25th, 2009 3:02 am MSTHello everyone,
I hope we are holding up okay with this recession that is hitting us. Health wise I doing doing great. Best I been in my entire life. I am not starting to make my own dress's. I taught myself how to sew on the sewing machine and I generate my own dress patterns. Of course I wear a fit and revealing attire to say the least. I feel great because I learn this skill and have had great success sewing my own stuff now. All I do is buy my cloth from the fabric store. Of course great patience and focus is needed to render your own cloths on the sewing machine. But it is certainly rewarding. Also I have given myself a new make over with new products. Finally I am still working out and have lost over 25 lbs. Working out is hard yes...but it's rewarding as well. You feel 20 years younger and feel great overall. Diet and excerise does work just takes time and commitment.
Remember try to do the right thing in life. And help others that need help if you can. Life is hard but if we try to rediscovery the best qualities in ourselves we can have small moments of hope that can help us keep going forward. If we do not take care of ourselves nobody will do it for us. Try not to be a prisoner to society and do what makes you feel good on a positive note.
Have a great day!
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Old Goat Syndrome
Rachelle Dubois February 20th, 2009 5:35 am MSTMy birthday just past (2/17) and I feel a bit past ripe. I have had a horrible stomach virus and severe body pain from a fall after slipping on ice. I have spent the last 10 days in bed or in the local emergency room as I had become severely dehydrated.
A few of you darlings that have sent me wonderful birthday wishes may think I am rude and unappreciative because I have not said "Thank you" for the sweet comments, but you must believe me when I say that I do appreciate those birthday wishes and will thank you individually as soon as I can muster up enough function to sit at my desk for that long.
X-rays and CAT scans showed nothing out of the ordinary at the body repair station (AKA: local hospital e-room). I have, once again, completely stumped the medical geniuses but at least they gave me a few little pills to make me feel a tad bit better.
No solid foods for 8 days is a sure way to loose weight. I lost a pound a day. Not being able to hold down even a sip of water will make it happen. I do not recomment this to anybody...well maybe a worst enemy. I have a size 10 dress waiting for me to feel well enough to slip it on.
Again, thank you, my lovies, for taking time to send me a wish and I wish you all great health and plenty of reasons to smile...
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Birthday stuff
Rachelle Dubois February 6th, 2009 6:17 pm MSTToday is my sister's birthday. She turns 48. This is my younger sister. I am a few days short of three years older than her. Huh? Yeah, that's right!
This is the "disabled" sister that I share the double wide with. She has the biggest bedroom and her own full bath...on the first floor. The master suite (mine) is on the second floor. The distance is good. Too close some days. We just finished dinner She made her own as she does often enough. I prefer not to eat her cooking. Don't ask. I clean up after she cooks. Every time. I have the 12 year old with me this weekend and we ate just before her. I cleaned up our dishes and emptied the strainer in the sink. Started making some coffee as Sis did her clean-up. She walked away like she was done and I suggested to her that if she did not want to die on her birthday, that she should empty the strainer in the sink and rinse the sink down. She OKed and did it. Elder son laughed and I wondered out loud just how many humans happen to die on their birthdays. Does somebody keep statistics on this? It has to be somewhere. Vegas probably would make book on it.
Mom's birthday would have been tomorrow. We are a family with a heavy Aquarius population. Our wackyness overshadowed our genius. X3 made for some pretty interesting dinner time conversation, many times having somebody say "What the hell are you talking about?" It was always best to pretend you understood. I still like to keep people guessing.
Happy Birthday, Short-cake!
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Heh
Dan™ A Saint James February 5th, 2009 2:35 pm MST[2 comments]
2008 in Review
Dan™ A Saint James December 31st, 2008 2:28 pm MSTWell, it's definitely been an interesting year. A lot has happened. I ended a relationship with the best girlfriend I've ever had (though she still wasn't right), I've watched my prosperity complete dry up, I've almost completely stopped smoking and my drinking is almost not even noticeable at this point. I've fallen in love with the most incredible woman and I'm slowly figuring things out.
When the year began, I was worried about money. My company stopped producing and selling adult content which resulted in a massive drop of revenue. Around the same time, I broke my primary revenue producing website preventing people with IE 6 from accessing it, so I spent most of the year working on a new design which finally went online in August.
I really thought most of my financial problems were my fault. The result of changes in my companies business model and my own failing's running the web sites. In fact, I was so busy trying to figure out what I was doing wrong that I didn't notice the world collapsing slowly outside my window.
I had to cash in my kids college funds to pay bills. I had to cancel my life insurance to pay bills. When my car died, I decided to sell it for scrap rather than repair it. Fewer bills again. My house is usually a bit chilly and dark to save on utilities. I've reduced my monthly budget by around 2,000. I've been selling furniture to buy groceries.
For everything that had gone wrong, I'm optimistic. Not because I see an end in sight, but because I feel like I'm getting a handle on things. I have the best friends of my life. I'm in love for the first time in my life. I'm relatively healthy and my kids are healthy and seem well adjusted.
I think things are going to get worse. A lot worse, but I'm confident that we'll all get through this. As a planet, we need to step back and assess what's important. We need to focus on the things that need to be done, and we need to start working towards a better future.
I think we'll do it.
I hope.
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Celebrating 2008
Randi Jo December 26th, 2008 1:58 pm MSTWell with Christmas over and New Year's Eve quickly approaching now is the time to reflect on how much I have done this year. I have realized many of my dreams, I have joined and become a very active member of a Transgender support group, www.transcentralpa.org In fact I have thrown myself into the group to the point I am now the Treasurer, I had fun going to the Credit Union and discussing and completing the paperwork for adding me to the account. I now go out around town when ever I want to, IE., last friday went to the local mall here in Hagerstown, and to Sally's beauth supply. I have been to 2 formal events wearing something very nice and sexy. The last at an event in Arlington, VA. where I had a wonderful evening of dancing. I'm looking forward to an even greater 2009. I hope all the other gurls have a wonderful year. Best wishes
Randi
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Merry xMas!
Dan™ A Saint James December 25th, 2008 7:35 am MST[2 comments]
Pink Knickers
Christina Samantha Smith December 22nd, 2008 12:37 am MST[Comment on this post]