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TG Homeless Issues
Angela Pacific December 22nd, 2008 12:12 pm MSTEQUALITY TEXAS MOURNS THE DEATH OF JENNIFER GALEHer death can be directly attributed to lack of shelters accepting of transgender homeless
December 18, 2008 - Equality Texas mourns the death of Jennifer Gale, a 47-year-old transgender homeless woman who died yesterday. Jennifer's body was found Wednesday morning. She was lying in an outdoor walkway at the First English Lutheran Church in Central Austin.
A perennial candidate for public office in Austin and Dallas, Jennifer's notoriety came through years of putting herself in the public eye. She took a shot at nearly every city office, from council seats, to the mayor's office. She never won, but in 2004, Gale came closer than ever, winning more than 38 percent of the vote for a seat on the Austin ISD School Board.
Jennifer's voice rang through Austin Council Chamber doors every week, often times in support of the homeless population of which she was a part. "Let's give the homeless a place to exercise that need jobs and need help," said Gale Tuesday night before the city's Health Services Board.
Her death points to critical problems faced by the homeless, and especially by homeless women and the transgender homeless.
"Jennifer most nights slept outdoors," said Austin Mayor Will Wynn. "Jennifer, we believe, is the 136th person who has died sleeping on the streets (of Austin) over the last 12 months."
Marti Bier, policy aide for Austin City Council Member Randi Shade, said, "Something Jennifer would never talk about, but was a reality for her, is that she is a transwoman living in a transphobic society. Homelessness in the trans-community is a really big problem, and one that goes ignored. There are no laws in Texas protecting transgender people, whether from job discrimination, housing discrimination or hate crimes. There was really nowhere for Jennifer Gale to go to protect herself from the cold last night. The Salvation Army (the only shelter in town that takes in women) would not let her in there unless she was grouped with the men (which includes sleeping with, and showering with, other homeless men). They would make her use her male birth name and completely disregard, and disrespect, her identity as a transwoman. There is so much to be learned from Jennifer Gale, and so much to be worked on in our community."
Equality Texas, the Transgender Education Network of Texas, and City of Austin officials are now working together to address changes in policy, or enforcement of existing policy, that might prevent another tragic loss of life. The City of Austin's non-discrimination ordinance is inclusive of sexual orientation and gender identity with regard to employment and public accommodations. The ordinance includes certain religious and private club exemptions, which will be reviewed for applicability to the delivery of shelter services for the homeless.
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I Despise You People
Michelle Hart December 12th, 2008 4:44 pm MSTThe other night while I was watching the news it was annouced that here in Dallas a brand new "law" would be handed down and used to further punish those of us who have commited no crime. Those of us who have done nothing to the pathetic and pitiful "victims" who have cried foul for years. I have never met you, nor have I said a crass word to you until now. I have tried to stop your endless crusades of ignorance before, but alas my right's are far less important than yours aren't they.
As many of you know I frequently offer my suggestions and perhaps some questionable wisdom for the many wonderful people here in the URNA family. In the grandest sense I have compassion and love for each of you, but some of your efforts and actions are insanly ludicris and impossibly idiotic.
You don't know me but that really doesn't matter. It's your mission in life to punish me and harass me. You have taken it upon yourself to cost me even more money at every turn. That wasn't enough for you though, you wanted more from me. You forced me to stand out in the snow, and the rain. Why should you care if I catch a cold. You got your way like the screaming little brat in a store who has a mother that just can't say no. Your whining temper tantrums are the stuff of legend.
Oh you cry, and flail about in an never ending quest to be validated for your own stupidity and disrespect. You only care about YOU! Nobody else matters. Not the people that will lose their jobs, not the busineses that will lose revenue, certainly not the companies that initially built this nation.
Did you know that all you have today is because of them? You don't care though because you got to force me to give up one more thing that I enjoyed. Desperately hopeing you could taste something other than the meaningless life you live now. Am I being to hateful or harsh for you? Well you have treated me with disdain and contempt for years but you never noticed it. You were far to busy dreaming up your next cause and looking for the newest idiotic crusade.
You are to much of a coward to risk anything at all. You have never been willing to start your own business and cater to those who share your opinion. You were not willing to invest all you had to build something up and gain a loyal customer base. No not you. That was far to difficult, and you knew it would fail eventualy anyway. So you decided to punish those who did do it instead. Why should you put your hard work and effort into something and risk failure? You would never ever do that, it's so much easier to hide behind someone else and throw your intolerance around.
Why should you care if a business has to close it's doors, why should you care if YOU are the cause of that inconveinience. You got your way and finally got to punish the evil doers like me who just happened to be enjoying something you don't like. It never crossed your mind to go someplace else. Oh that's right, those places were not nearly as much fun were they?
Respect for others was never very easy for you was it? So you run your Ad's on the tele, you have your websites and claims of percieved malice. All the while totally ignoring not only the history of this country but those of us who still believe in freedom of choice. Yes my dear, that's right. You lack the most basic of intelligence, you fail in understanding and accepting those simple words. I am sure it's just impossible for you creatins to understand, that anyone could actually have the ability to live their own life without your intrusive and totally misguided wisdom!
You have a choice. Yet, you would do all that you can to ensure that I'm not allowed one. You decry the trauma that I cause you, the pain you feel, the suffering you endure. Oh yes honey you are no different from the petulant lout of a child who did'nt get a lolly pop.
The sheer disdain and contempt you show for me and others is deplorable.
You see my right's as written in the constitution to pursue life liberty and happiness mean absolutely nothing to you. You and the other uneducated brigons have taken it upon yourselves to transfer your inherent misery onto me and others. While I and others try to casually enjoy our evenings out, or just relax at home, you fume and plot and scheme in evermore creative ways to dictate my actions and limit my personal decisions and choices.
Misery loves company and you just can't wait to make everyone as miserable as you.
It's not enough that I have tried to work with you by sitting outside in the cold, or at the back of reasteraunts where I can't apreciate the veiw. No that just was'nt enough, it never will be. So you cried more and more. You complained and no matter what I or anyone else did to make you happy it just was'nt ever enough.
As long as you get your way, it does'nt matter if I have to suffer right? You have forced me to give up the thing's that I used to be able to enjoy in peace. To you EVERYTHING is a problem for you to solve and control. Would you devise a polite and respectful resolution to your egregious and intelectually vapid claims of suffering? Never! That's far to mature and respectful for you.
So I write this open letter to you, the pathetic whining child, the denzien who cares only about yourself and your "rights" but nobody elses. You wretches who have shown such utter and total comtempt for me as an adult. You, who delusionally belive that it is somehow your responsibility nay your "right" to intrude on my life and ruin my relaxation and enjoyment no matter the cost.
You have taken so much from me and others yet have given NOTHING back.
You are a parisite that eagerly sucks the life out of everything around you. As long as you get to decide how everyone else lives, what they eat, or even what they are allowed to drive you're happy.
Unfortunately for you that will never be, YOU will never be happy! YOU will never be content! So today I just wanted to say how much I despise you, how much I loath you and your ilk.
Becasue of YOU I can no longer enjoy a cigarette or a cigar at the Village Station or any other bar or resturaunt in Dallas.
Feel free to let me know what other choices of mine you would like to take away....
Oh and my final two words to you, one these words is “Up.” The other is a possessive pronoun.
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Crossing Over the Thresholds
Angela Pacific December 8th, 2008 4:34 pm MSTIt's now been about ten years since I left the last exit ramp for *boy* in my rear view mirror. I know how intense the tension was that I endured as I was facing the reality of the costs that my gender transition would bring with it. Divorce, children, employment, relationships, and all sorts of other unknown variables. The uncertainty was a given, the fear was optional. I know how lonely, isolating, and confusing that stretch of the pathway was for me.
In the midst of all the complexity of self-actualizing the girl I am at the deepest levels I held on to the hope of having just one day to walk unashamed in the sunlight as myself. There was a very real psychological death and rebirth process that took place inside of me.
The guy I used to try to be? He loved me enough to lay down his life so that I could have my day in the sunlight. That is a powerful love story, and it motivates me to sparkle and shine. All I can do in the onslaught of that kind of love is accept it with joy, pleasure, and gratitude. There is no way to repay a debt like that, it was gift that was given freely. I know he believed in me and I hope I have made him proud.
It’s not enough to just be a girl, it’s what we do with our life as a woman that brings meaningful significance to any suffering we have endured.
After a decade of life as TS woman I see things very differently now. Our role in the culture, or collective consciousness is far more profound than I could have imagined. At one point I became a student of TG/TS anthropology. Studying our manifestations over time, history, in a wide range of cultures fascinated me. I began to see a common theme emerge in the type of roles that we have filled over the course of human history. The emergent theme was that of being *threshold persons.*
We (TG/TS’s) appear in every time and culture all the way back to the earliest cuneiform stone tablets. In some cultures we have fared better than in others. We've served the collectives in many capacities over the course of history as mediators, negotiators, spiritual leaders, in positions of great trust under kings, and as shamans, healers, and teachers.
"Will Roscoe describes the lives of what I consider to be transgender men and women, sometimes referred to as two-spirited. In many cultures, individuals whose expression of gender was not constrained by a binary system of gender were valued as “threshold persons”. They inhabited a social space at the threshold, the border, the margin, or outskirts of a certain place. Such threshold persons often served their communities as guardians of (and guides across) a threshold, often into the spiritual world. Their guidance empowered others to also experience a crossing between places that might otherwise be impossible.
Being a "threshold person" I feel the pull between the desire to assimilate into the security of the structured two gender world and the desire to affirm my own transgender nature by making my home in the margins.
Staying connected to the larger processes at work within myself has helped me to embrace this role in the collective, and it is a very rich and beautiful space to take ownership of. My journey through the pain was an essential part of the transformative process required to be able to walk along side others as they approach crossing over the thresholds in their lives. I hope this doesn't sound like ethereal mysticism, it's not that at all. It comes from my own very real connection to that infinite ocean of love. And it took a gender transition for me to find that ocean.
Am I forced there by a transphobic society?
Early on in transition it did feel like the trajectory of my self actualization was headed straight into a cultural leper colony out on the furthest edge of the collective's fringe. Whether I felt called towards choosing the margins as a radical space of openness, or was just desperate for twelve square inches of solid ground under my feet that I could stand on in this world is a flip of the coin.
"…Those of us who live, who “make it”, invent spaces of radical openness. Without such spaces we could not survive. Our living depends on our ability to conceptualize alternatives, often improvised. "
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Where have you been Dianne (not Jimmy Dean)
Dianne Elizabeth October 29th, 2008 2:20 pm MDTOk, so perhaps like many of you, it's such a rush when we 1st get here. Like that 1st pair of "perfect" pumps that lift you up in so many ways. We get breathless (for some it's the altitude, I mean really 12" heels...?) For others, we just try to do to much to quickly.
Writing has always been a means for me to catch my breath. Take a moment and reflect. I know I'm more at peace now. More comfortable in my skin so to speak. Are there times I think more about further changes? Yes, but then I realize that I have changed. The physicality of being trans is still a huge part of my psyche (word?, yes but not in the way you may think) In Roman mythology, Psyche was a beautiful young woman who was loved by Cupid and ultimately made immortal by Jupiter. Cupid visited her secretly at night, forbidding her ever to look at him. When she did, he abandoned her, but they were eventually reunited.
So, what does it mean. It means, I love being Dianne physically of course. I like looking at her(me)...still confused by that, but more and more I just like feeling like her (being a feminine soul). I can and am Dianne, even when I'm not dressed.
I hope to be around more and able to expand my contact with those who have reached out to me already. I'm sorry if it seems one minute I'm there, then I'm not. I promise to put more of me into our future meetings, whether there by letter or by IM (I'm going to figure that out I promise that too!)
For now, enough already. Hugs and Kisses to all my sisters! Hope you'll accept my mea culpa and give me a hug back!
Love, Dianne
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The Psychology of TG/TS Issues
Angela Pacific October 25th, 2008 10:19 am MDTQuote; "Jung wrote, “In the final analysis, we count for something only because of the essential we embody, and if we do not embody that, life is wasted.
I suggest to you that we all embody an essential transgender image of ourselves, a Transgender Soul, that is our destiny and our fate that we cannot escape. This essential soul image is not the product of evil, and it is not the result of a pathological biological nor psychological process.
...When we ignore the calling, when we ignore the truth, when we ignore our experience of ourselves as somehow mysteriously transcending the binary gender system, a deep psychological and spiritual wound is inflicted. The wound is the splitting apart of oneself, such that gendered aspects of our self, both our psychology and our body, are denied full and free expression. We turn away from embodying what is essential within us. This suppression is associated with guilt and shame, depression and despair, and fear and anxiety. Continued splitting off of the true self, the transgender self, leads to emptiness, hopelessness, and the diminishing will to live through a false self. For many of us, the pain associated with this split leads to the desire for death."
(read complete article here):
http://www.transgendersoul.com/article%20TG%20Healing.htm
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24 Hour Marathon
Nina J Martin June 8th, 2008 6:21 am MDTHello everybody!!!First I'd like to start by thanking the Academy, my fans....oh yeah...Miss Tina, Seema and James.It was Miss Tina who is on alt...encouraged me with words of wisdom when I posed the question of being nervous going out my first time. It was Miss Tina who said: "honey, if you wait till you feel you're 100% passable...you may never make it out"...Words to live by.So after many contacts, I found a wonderful professional makeup artist named Seema.Seema has been doing bridals, actors and so on for 20 years. I contacted her with the delicate question of whether she could help me.Not only was Seema up to it...but she also offered herself as my personal shopper.I showed up at her studio where she first started doing an ancient technique called "threading". It is a way of removing facial hair. We only worked on my eyebrows...but WHAT a difference.Next she spent 2 hours walking me step by step and creating a "look" for me based on my skin and how I want to look.To think all this time I thought I knew what I was doing.She showed me so many different ways of applying makeup...learning that "little is better"...I'll never be a glam queen, but I want subtle touchups...and Seema was terrific.I highly recommend her to anyone in the Ottawa/Montreal area.After the makeup, I got dressed and did something I've never done before. After thanking Seema, off I went to my date's house.I drove to Cornwall...you can see the pic here I took while driving...Oh, the freedom...Nina driving, no cares in the world...I just loved it.This marks the very first time Nina has ventured out in public.I got to Cornwall, met my date whom I met off alt. James is a very nice guy...and every bit a gentlemen.Our plan was to drive to Montreal to visit a cd/tv/tg bar called Cleo's.He was every bit the gentlemen...opening doors for me, offering to drive to Montreal...So off we went to Montreal.After parking the car, he opened my door for me, helped stop traffic on St. Catherine's....so we could cross. Let me tell, you, I was nervous as hell, but I learned a valuable tip from somewhere....while trying to pass, don't look down, look everyone in the eye...show no fear. And I did not...It was exhilirating to walk past everyone....In Montreal...no one judges...everybody is there for fun...We got to Cleo's and what a DRAG!! Not literally, but the place was quite quiet.The show was great, had a couple drinks...but I just stared and stared...I always felt i'm like a 3 or 4 out of 10...but these girls at Cleo's....sheesh...they're like 12 out of 10.One freak was kind of hitting on me...which is kind of cool...flattering...but a freak...so we decided to leave at 2am.Driving back to Cornwall, got the shock I hadn't expected...the RIDE program was out in full force with 8 cops stopping every vehicle...Oh am I glad I wasn't driving...but the police looked at me...were courteous, and let us on our way.Yadda, yadda, yadda, it's 8:36am...and I'm just getting home.Tired, happy, thrilled, alive are just some of the words.What a day in the life of Nina...WOW[Comment on this post]
The journey has begun
Nina J Martin June 6th, 2008 5:16 am MDTHello everyone,Well, today was finally my day...my day to sit with a respected gender therapist.We sat for 1 hour...mostly I talked about who I am, where I'm going and so on.The first session is understanding the process of the next 3-5 sessions and an assessment is made.We had a great talk, walked away with a couple great books.We talked everything from childhood, where I am now, hormones, srs, my ex, whether i sit on the toilet or stand (lol), but just about anything and everything was covered.My next session is June 16th, and cannot wait for the real process to begin.Oh, and other good news?I got a big package from Frederick's Of Hollywood...7 new dresses, 4 sets of new heels, jewellery...Oh what is a girl to do?Nina[1 comment]
Sheriff Joe Arpaio
Michelle Hart June 2nd, 2008 11:49 am MDTYou all remember Sheriff Joe Arpaio of Arizona , who painted the jail cells pink and made the inmates wear pink prison garb. Well.........
Maricopa County was spending approx. $18 million dollars a year on stray animals, like cats and dogs. Sheriff Joe offered to take the department over, and the County Supervisors said okay.
The animal shelters are now all staffed and operated by prisoners. They feed and care for the strays. Every animal in his care is taken out and walked twice daily. He now has prisoners who are experts in animal nutrition and behavior. They give great classes for anyone who'd like to adopt an animal. He has literally taken stray dogs off the street, given them to the care of prisoners, and had them place in dog shows.
The best part? His budget for the entire department is now under $3 million. Teresa and I adopted a Weimaraner from a Maricopa County shelter two years ago. He was neutered, and current on all shots, in great health, and even had a microchip inserted the day we got him. Cost us $78.
The prisoners get the benefit of about $0.28 an hour for working, but most would work for free, just to be out of their cells for the day. Most of his budget is for utilities, building maintenance, etc. He pays the prisoners out of the fees collected for adopted animals.
I have long wondered when the rest of the country would take a look at the way he runs the jail system, and copy some of his ideas. He has a huge farm, donated to the county years ago, where inmates can work, and they grow most of their own fresh vegetables and food, doing all the work and harvesting by hand. He has a pretty good sized hog farm, which provides meat, and fertilizer. It fertilizes the Christmas tree nursery, where prisoners work, and you can buy a living Christmas tree for $6 - $8 for the Holidays, and plant it later. We have six trees in our yard from the Prison.
Yup, he was reelected last year with 83% of the vote.
Now he's in trouble with the ACLU again. He painted all his buses and vehicles with a mural, that has a special hotline phone number painted on it, where you can call and report suspected illegal aliens. Immigrations and Customs Enforcement wasn't doing enough in his eyes, so he had 40 deputies trained specifically for enforcing immigration laws, started up his hotline, and bought 4 new buses just for hauling folks back to the border. He's kind of a 'Git-R Dun' kind of Sheriff.
TO THOSE OF YOU NOT FAMILIAR WITH JOE ARPAIO
HE IS THE MARICOPA, ARIZONA COUNTY SHERIFF
AND HE KEEPS GETTING ELECTED OVER AND OVER
THIS IS ONE OF THE REASONS WHY:
Sheriff Joe Arpaio (In Arizona ) who created the ' Tent City Jail':
He has jail meals down to 40 cents a serving and charges the inmates for them.
He stopped smoking and porno magazines in the jails. Took away their weights Cut off all but 'G' movies.
He started chain gangs so the inmates could do free work on county and city projects.
Then He Started Chain Gangs For Women So He Wouldn't Get Sued For Discrimination.
He took away cable TV Until he found out there was A Federal Court Order that Required Cable TV For Jails So He Hooked Up The Cable TV Again Only Let In The Disney Channel And The Weather Channel.
When asked why the weather channel He Replied, So They Will Know How Hot It's Gonna Be While They Are Working
ON My Chain Gangs.
He Cut Off Coffee Since It Has Zero Nutritional Value.
When the inmates complained, he told them, 'This Isn't The Ritz/Carlton. . . . . If You Don't Like It, Don't Come Back.'
He bought Newt Gingrich's lecture series on videotape that he pipes into the jails. When asked by a reporter if he had any lecture series by a Democrat, he replied that a democratic lecture series might explain why a lot of the inmates were in his jails in the first place.
More On The Arizona Sheriff:
With Temperatures Being Even Hotter Than Usual In Phoenix (116 Degrees Just Set A New Record), the Associated Press Reports:
About 2,000 Inmates Living In A Barbed-Wire-Surrounded Tent Encampment At The Maricopa County Jail Have Been Given Permission To Strip Down To Their Government-Issued Pink Boxer Shorts.
On Wednesday, hundreds of men wearing boxers were either curled up on their bunk beds or chatted in the tents, which reached
138 Degrees Inside The Week Before.
Many Were Also Swathed In Wet, Pink Towels As Sweat Collected On Their Chests And Dripped Down To Their PINK SOCKS.
'It Feels Like We Are In A Furnace,' Said James Zanzot, An Inmate Who Has Lived In The TENTS for 1 year. 'It's Inhumane.'
Joe Arpaio, the tough-guy sheriff who created the tent city and long ago started making his prisoners wear pink, and eat bologna sandwiches, is not one bit sympathetic. He said Wednesday that he told all of the inmates: 'It's 120 Degrees In Iraq And Our Soldiers Are Living In Tents Too, And They Have To Wear Full Battle Gear,
But They Didn't Commit Any Crimes, So Shut Your Mouths!'
Way To Go, Sheriff!
Maybe if all prisons were like this one there would be a lot less crime and/or repeat offenders. Criminals should be punished for their crimes - not live in luxury until it's time for their parole, only to go out and commit another crime so they can get back in to live on taxpayers money and enjoy things taxpayers can't afford to have for themselves.
Sheriff Joe was just reelected Sheriff in Maricopa County, Arizona
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1st makeover and public time out!
Dianne Elizabeth May 28th, 2008 8:54 pm MDTHope this might get on, it's certainly been a while since my last post. But, I've tried. Hope to let everyone know about my first time out. Had a very good friend help me with my first makeover and time out at a girl's bar.
Loved every minute of it.
Hugs, Di'
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The Cowardly Lion
Michelle Hart May 16th, 2008 2:36 am MDTAs most of you know I get a perverse thrill from killing trolls. Even though I never see them or meet these disgusting little creatures. Stepping on them is still loads of fun. I can almost see their faces through the bushy unkempt hair and ratty little costume they have on. The sickening drool dripping from their teeth. The wide vacant eyes. I know you have seen them too. Spotting them is easy just look for a small beady eyed little furry mass of vile idiocy. Talking to them is useless since none of them can read. For them "NO" means keep going. I've also noticed how easily they get irritated too. They have a very curious aversion to manners and polite discourse. Nobody actually knows for sure what they look like since no photos of them exist. If you look closely though in the dark alleyways and under the bushes outside you might just see one. His cold dead eyes are unresponsive to any human emotion. Trolls only see a meal they want to bite into. Be very careful girls, that meal is US.
Trolls always lurk in the shadows, on the fringe looking for the weakest among us. They hover just outside of the light searching for the easy prey. Vicious little predators. Be on guard for their siren song too. It sounds pleasing at first but it is only a lure. One of the things that gives them away is the stench of their lies. You see ladies a troll is the worst kind of animal, no social skills, no respect for others, disdain for the ones he desires most. I find it odd that we are his favorite meal yet he can not stand our flavor.
As we graze in the lush forest of the internet, proudly displaying our gold, brown and auburn manes. So thick and lustrous, full and coiffed to perfection. Our coats are so decorative, and abundant in color. Silvers, reds, blacks, gold's and emerald greens. Our skins are smooth to the touch yet we radiate a heat that rivals the sunlight we thrive on. Our paws are adorned with highly arched spikes which emphasize our seductive gait. We preen ourselves endlessly and without tire. We are the seductress of the internet. The fantasy of many. Gazed at and loved from afar by some, often approached only by only the bravest of Teddy Bears. As species go we come in all shapes and sizes. Which only adds to our collectively impressive and beautiful herd.
Yes ladies we are a grand vision as we saunter through life. If you look closely though you can see the scars left by our many battles. The bruises on our souls and the deep wounds of lost years. Our beauty and wisdom is unparalleled yet we still lose some to the trolls. A seemingly endless barrage of spit and drool splattered on our luscious fur. Their poison is deadly as it sinks in and wears us down. Thankfully they are not pack animals like wolves. They hate each other almost as much as they dislike us. Even though they tend to attack all at once. They creep up on us and pounce. You see they want your spirit broken, only then will the song they sing have any effect. Trolls are lonely little creatures. They hide in dank caves and live under the busy highways we travel upon. Always lurking in the shadows.
They are terrified by light though, the light of truth is a great weapon against the lies in their song. They have so little to say on their profiles. hoping to nibble at you slowly so each lie can be tailored to their victim. Trolls are always willing to send you a photo but they will never post one. Excuses abound with these pitiful creatures. Always be cautious when near them, they foam at the mouth in anticipation of a kill. They will attack without mercy or quarter. Brushing them off once is never enough. Remember trolls cant read so you have to shoo them away repeatedly. Fighting them will take all your time and strength. Trolls make everyone miserable. Trolls are unhappy and secretive until it's time for you to meet them. If a troll thinks he is going to get a meal he will gladly tell you anything to get you there. Don't expect him to show though, and if he does you might not see the sunrise.
Trolls always say the same thing, "I'm nice" how strange that a "nice" person is afraid to post a photo. How unusual that a "nice" person has NOTHING to say about themselves. Perhaps all the time they have spent in the shadows has affected their infantile brain. A persons actions and manners determine if they are "nice" far more than words ever will. Trolls always have a profile "someplace else", where it "ok" to be seen. So long as they are not seen here. Trolls are very interested in us yet they fear any association. Theses pitiful creatures hover around us like gnats with plenty of time to lurk but never enough time to finish their profile. I love when they want to "send me a pic" but they can't put it in their profile. Such shame, they have.
It's always an excuse with them. These scared little trolls so full of themselves trying to convince us of their greatness. They talk like lions but behave like lambs. Such cowards they are. Every one of them tries to talk like James Bond with their secrecy. Always a coded name and secret occupation. even the most benign conversation is a chore with them. All they say is vile tripe. All sizzle no substance. To lazy and dumb to put even the slightest effort in to conversation. When you ask a pointed question they back away like you have sprayed them with mace.
Trolls see themselves as lions, but their actions always deem otherwise. They expect you to do all the work, invest all the time, and even throw yourself into their waiting mouth. To them we are just a folly. An erotically tempting taboo fantasy. We are not a person with feeling or needs. Even if they saw us as such they still would not care for us. They lack all the things a woman needs to flourish. They had nothing to give.
Be careful girls the jungle is dangerous....
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Moon And Stars
Persephone Van Cleve May 12th, 2008 8:02 pm MDT(Note: I originally posted thie following to my Yahoo! 360 blog back in January. Although things have inproved I still feel this is relevant -- and wanted to re-post it here.)
Dealing with frustration is difficult even for the best of us, I'm given to think. The particular difficulty I'm facing now is keeping my current frustration from degenerating into a relationship-destroying resentment.
Among crossdressers I'm among the (apparently) fairly small fraction whose spouses accept and encourage their femme proclivities. This is to say, my wife understands that I am transgendered, that this is an undeniable part of me and that my need to express this part of myself is, in every literal sense, essential to my well-being.
For this good fortune I feel blessed, in spite of my not being a particularly spiritual person.
So what's the problem?
Well, there are certain compromises, some explicit and some tacit, that limit my full self-expression. I won't bore anyone with the nature of some of these limitations since they may seem trivial and I don't want to put myself in the position of defending why they are important to my spouse. Let it suffice that I had been content to live within those boundaries for the first couple of years since my coming out to her, but naturally I'm realizing there's more to my transgendered self than this; there are aspects I hadn't previously considered or even suspected that I'm now longing to explore. Becoming prominent among these is my increasing desire to form face-to-face friendships with other girls -- mainly locally but also in other parts of the country -- whose attitudes are well outside those of the rather conservative bunch whose acquaintences I've made through my association with an equally-conservative TG organization.
(Not to put a name to that organization, I can only say that its focus is on a rather narrow part of the alternative-gender-expression spectrum.)
I have to temper my longings by remembering I owe my spouse an enormous debt of gratitude for being willing to accept who I am. She is amazingly supportive and I recognize that further exploration on my part could too easily lead me to betray the support she has thus far given and from that, it follows, of the genuine love she and I have for each other. As the song goes, "Don't go messin' with a good thing."
Compromises will likely remain necessary, and some limits may have to remain in place indefinitely. So I will endeavor to exercise restraint (albeit not the "fun" kind). To paraphrase the last line from a classic film from the 1940's, I can't ask for the moon -- but I already have the stars.
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Moon And Stars
Persephone Van Cleve May 12th, 2008 7:56 pm MDT(Note: I originally posted this on my Yahoo! 360 blog back in January. Although my situation has improved a bit, it still seems relevant to me -- so I'm re-posting it here.)
Dealing with frustration is difficult even for the best of us, I'm given to think. The particular difficulty I'm facing now is keeping my current frustration from degenerating into a relationship-destroying resentment.
Among crossdressers I'm among the (apparently) fairly small fraction whose spouses accept and encourage their femme proclivities. This is to say, my wife understands that I am transgendered, that this is an undeniable part of me and that my need to express this part of myself is, in every literal sense, essential to my well-being.
For this good fortune I feel blessed, in spite of my not being a particularly spiritual person.
So what's the problem?
Well, there are certain compromises, some explicit and some tacit, that limit my full self-expression. I won't bore anyone with the nature of some of these limitations since they may seem trivial and I don't want to put myself in the position of defending why they are important to my spouse. Let it suffice that I had been content to live within those boundaries for the first couple of years since my coming out to her, but naturally I'm realizing there's more to my transgendered self than this; there are aspects I hadn't previously considered or even suspected that I'm now longing to explore. Becoming prominent among these is my increasing desire to form face-to-face friendships with other girls -- mainly locally but also in other parts of the country -- whose attitudes are well outside those of the rather conservative bunch whose acquaintences I've made through my association with an equally-conservative TG organization.
(Not to put a name to that organization, I can only say that its focus is on a rather narrow part of the alternative-gender-expression spectrum.)
I have to temper my longings by remembering I owe my spouse an enormous debt of gratitude for being willing to accept who I am. She is amazingly supportive and I recognize that further exploration on my part could too easily lead me to betray the support she has thus far given and from that, it follows, of the genuine love she and I have for each other. As the song goes, "Don't go messin' with a good thing."
Compromises will likely remain necessary, and some limits may have to remain in place indefinitely. So I will endeavor to exercise restraint (albeit not the "fun" kind). To paraphrase the last line from a classic film from the 1940's, I can't ask for the moon -- but I already have the stars.
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Moon And Stars
Persephone Van Cleve May 12th, 2008 7:51 pm MDT(Note to my Dear Readers: This is a re-posting of a blog entry I wrote on my Yahoo! 360 page back in January. My situation has improved somewhat from what I describe in it, but it still seems relevant and I felt it warranted re-posting here.)
Dealing with frustration is difficult even for the best of us, I'm given to think. The particular difficulty I'm facing now is keeping my current frustration from degenerating into a relationship-destroying resentment.
Among crossdressers I'm among the (apparently) fairly small fraction whose spouses accept and encourage their femme proclivities. This is to say, my wife understands that I am transgendered, that this is an undeniable part of me and that my need to express this part of myself is, in every literal sense, essential to my well-being.
For this good fortune I feel blessed, in spite of my not being a particularly spiritual person.
So what's the problem?
Well, there are certain compromises, some explicit and some tacit, that limit my full self-expression. I won't bore anyone with the nature of some of these limitations since they may seem trivial and I don't want to put myself in the position of defending why they are important to my spouse. Let it suffice that I had been content to live within those boundaries for the first couple of years since my coming out to her, but naturally I'm realizing there's more to my transgendered self than this; there are aspects I hadn't previously considered or even suspected that I'm now longing to explore. Becoming prominent among these is my increasing desire to form face-to-face friendships with other girls -- mainly locally but also in other parts of the country -- whose attitudes are well outside those of the rather conservative bunch whose acquaintences I've made through my association with an equally-conservative TG organization.
(Not to put a name to that organization, I can only say that its focus is on a rather narrow part of the alternative-gender-expression spectrum.)
I have to temper my longings by remembering I owe my spouse an enormous debt of gratitude for being willing to accept who I am. She is amazingly supportive and I recognize that further exploration on my part could too easily lead me to betray the support she has thus far given and from that, it follows, of the genuine love she and I have for each other. As the song goes, "Don't go messin' with a good thing."
Compromises will likely remain necessary, and some limits may have to remain in place indefinitely. So I will endeavor to exercise restraint (albeit not the "fun" kind). To paraphrase the last line from a classic film from the 1940's, I can't ask for the moon -- but I already have the stars.
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Let's keep on growing!
Dianne Elizabeth May 11th, 2008 5:49 am MDTWelcome to spring! Hope all my friends are well! Looking forward to continued growth in my femininity. Thanks to all the beautiful comments I've received. You are all sweeties.
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Note to my friends!
Dianne Elizabeth May 10th, 2008 10:07 am MDTHope I can post something really quick here! Tried a few times to let everyone know how much their friendship and words of encouragement have meant to me. You ladies are the best thing to happen to me (next to my love of my life missus & sons). I hope to continue to improve my appearance and deportment. Bless you all for shining a light in our world and showing me how truly beautiful it can be.
Luv you all to bits!!
Di'
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Working on improving my femininity
Dianne Elizabeth May 8th, 2008 5:29 pm MDTWhen I opened this site I spoke of giving Dianne the opportunity I had always refused to give her in the past. For some it's strange to speak in the 3rd person (I'm finding it a bit annoying myself). So, from now on it's Dianne you'll hear expressing herself.
I (Dianne) have been so impressed and envious of the lovely ladies I've seen on URNA and those who have been gracious enough to reach out to me. Unknowingly, they've also challenged me to work harder on my image. (That's pretty hard to do for a "type A perfectionist") but I've always said that in whatever I did, it was to be my best effort.
In that spirit I researched and practiced in order to hopefully present an image closer to what I've idealized my feminine self to be.
A week ago Friday was my report card to myself. I hope that some of the images will be in my next gallery. I've decided that my last pictures were "too dark" (perhaps winter had something to do with it) so I hope that I've added some colour and life into my most recent pictures.
I hope you like them!
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My latest attempts on improving my femininity
Dianne Elizabeth May 4th, 2008 4:54 pm MDTWhen I opened this site I spoke of giving Dianne the opportunity I had always refused to give her in the past. For some it\'s strange to speak in the 3rd person (I\'m finding it a bit annoying myself). So, from now on it\'s Dianne you\'ll hear expressing herself.
I (Dianne) have been so impressed and envious of the lovely ladies I\'ve seen on URNA and those who have been gracious enough to reach out to me. Unknowingly, they\'ve also challenged me to work harder on my image. (That\'s pretty hard to do for a \"type A perfectionist\") but I\'ve always said that in whatever I did, it was to be my best effort.
In that spirit I researched and practiced in order to hopefully present an image closer to what I\'ve idealized my feminine self to be.
This past weekend was my report card to myself. I hope that some of the images will be in my next gallery. I\'ve decided that my last pictures were \"too dark\" (perhaps winter had something to do with it) so I hope that I\'ve added some colour and life into my most recent pictures.
I hope you like them!
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Always working to improve my femininity
Dianne Elizabeth May 4th, 2008 4:51 pm MDTWhen I opened this site I spoke of giving Dianne the opportunity I had always refused to give her in the past. For some it's strange to speak in the 3rd person (I'm finding it a bit annoying myself). So, from now on it's Dianne you'll hear expressing herself.
I (Dianne) have been so impressed and envious of the lovely ladies I've seen on URNA and those who have been gracious enough to reach out to me. Unknowingly, they've also challenged me to work harder on my image. (That's pretty hard to do for a "type A perfectionist") but I've always said that in whatever I did, it was to be my best effort.
In that spirit I researched and practiced in order to hopefully present an image closer to what I've idealized my feminine self to be.
This past weekend was my report card to myself. I hope that some of the images will be in my next gallery. I've decided that my last pictures were "too dark" (perhaps winter had something to do with it) so I hope that I've added some colour and life into my most recent pictures.
I hope you like them!
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Growing in my "femininity"
Dianne Elizabeth May 3rd, 2008 11:53 am MDTWhen I opened this site I spoke of giving Dianne the opportunity I had always refused to give her in the past. For some it's strange to speak in the 3rd person (I'm finding it a bit annoying myself). So, from now on it's Dianne you'll hear expressing herself.
I (Dianne) have been so impressed and envious of the lovely ladies I've seen on URNA and those who have been gracious enough to reach out to me. Unknowingly, they've also challenged me to work harder on my image. (That's pretty hard to do for a "type A perfectionist") but I've always said that in whatever I did, it was to be my best effort.
In that spirit I researched and practiced in order to hopefully present an image closer to what I've idealized my feminine self to be.
This past weekend was my report card to myself. I hope that some of the images will be in my next gallery. I've decided that my last pictures were "too dark" (perhaps winter had something to do with it) so I hope that I've added some colour and life into my most recent pictures.
I hope you like them!
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To Continue to grow in my "femininity".
Dianne Elizabeth May 3rd, 2008 11:37 am MDTWhen I opened this site I spoke of giving Dianne the opportunity I had always refused to give her in the past. For some it's strange to speak in the 3rd person (I'm finding it a bit annoying myself). So, from now on it's Dianne you'll hear expressing herself.
I (Dianne) have been so impressed and envious of the lovely ladies I've seen on URNA and those who have been gracious enough to reach out to me. Unknowingly, they've also challenged me to work harder on my image. (That's pretty hard to do for a "type A perfectionist") but I've always said that in whatever I did, it was to be my best effort.
In that spirit I researched and practiced in order to hopefully present an image closer to what I've idealized my feminine self to be.
This past weekend was my report card to myself. I hope that some of the images will be in my next gallery. I've decided that my last pictures were "too dark" (perhaps winter had something to do with it) so I hope that I've added some colour and life into my most recent pictures.
I hope you like them!
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