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By mattie22 · Posted
I am new to this site and kinda scared to even come to a site like this. 1 i donot know really if I am even trans or not I know I amqusting my gender fore sure. I grew up thinking m one thing and if you would have explained the baics of gender when I was in my teens I would have probly said I was a cis male and ment it. But I geuse thats becuse well I am ok with seeing myself as one even thogh I I probly fitin the gendr nonconforing . but I also a part of me likes to be seen and treated Like a fmale somtimes. When I was ynger I crosdress in secret and I started up again. I also tuck . tHE THING IS i CROSS DRESS FOR MANY RRSIONS AT FIRST OUT OF CURISTY AND THEN JUST BECUSE i LIKE TO WEE TH CLOSES. aLSO SOMTIMES ITS PARTLY SEXAL AS WELL SOMTIMES BEUSE IT HELS ME TO SEE WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE TO BE FEMALE AND i LIKE IT. somtimes I wish I were female as well that comes and goes uslly it does not last long. This has happened more recently. But it s not like i knew as much about gender untell the last cople of yerses .also turns out I am bisexal it took me while did not know this I thogh i was strait for most of my life. I. ok I better ened this post. for now. -
By EasyE · Posted
Thanks for the great advice and support @Astrid. I appreciate it! -
By Astrid · Posted
When you are sure you want to continue your HRT journey and the best dosage for you, consider asking your doctor for a three month prescription cycle (90 days rather than 30). This can result for some in considerable savings. It definitely did for me... I am at the 4 year 5 month mark for my estrogen patches and am so glad I made the decision to go forward. Best wishes! Astrid -
By Ivy · Posted
I watched someone bury one out on Topsail Island one time. Made me glad I was on foot. They did get out before the tide got it though. -
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By Willow · Posted
@KymmieL you know that picture was from right down the road from here. A guy lent his New Red Jeep to his brother. Brother decided it would be fun to drive on the beach, got stuck tried to self extract, got stuck worse. Tide came in, a storm tide. That was the end of the brothers jeep! now, was that the same Jeep or just a look alike? 🤔. The Red Jeep of Myrtle Beach is infamous. what about putting aluminum diamond plate on both sides so they match using high strength automotive sealant adhesive?edges could be worked so they aren’t blunt which would be bad. Paying for body work here is VERY expensive! And my body work is limited to Fiberglas sailboats. Willow -
By Adrianna Danielle · Posted
Work went good.Have a new co worker that will not last long.I was working and he was on his phone,chewed him out for it.Did tell my boss this and he had a word with him on it.Said it was costing my boss money and he better be working.My other coworkers and I bet he will be gone tommorrow. -
By Abigail Genevieve · Posted
Bob met her in the parking lot. "I tried to call, but no answer." "My phone is missing. I thought it was in my purse but it wasn't. I emptied my purse and my desk but no phone. I checked around. I don't know where it is." "Well, I found you." "You did, and I am glad." "You are? I was afraid you were off on a date with one of a dozen of your boyfriends." "Bob, let me be perfectly clear. There is no one else. There never has been anyone else. There never will be anyone else. " "Sounds serious." "Dead serious. Now stop worrying. Don't even tease me about it." "Did I tell you that the only girls I dated reminded me of you, and they both broke it off. They said the same thing: either marry you or get over you." "I think you said that. I am not ready for that yet." "Neither am I." "I need to change before we go." He had the Wrangler. It would have been rude to make him wait outside, so he sat in her main room while she went down the hall. He heard her lock the door, no surprise. Absolutely clean. The laptop on the corner desk had its cover closed, and there was a thick Excel workbook beside it. Printer. Wall calendar with cats. A sunflower wall decoration. Love seat. Coffee table that was clear. A Bible underneath it and some books from high school days: John Powell's Why Am I Afraid to Tell You Who I Am topped one neat pile, and Success with Seasons: How To Look Your Best headed another, with geometric perfection. He could see into the kitchen. There were a few clean dishes in the dish drainer but the sink was clean. Around the corner, behind the entrance door, was the laundry room and he could see the dress she wore last night hanging there. She had washed it after wearing it once? Wow. Now she was out: figure-hugging jeans, knee-high boots, a pretty pink top, her hair pulled back with a band. She smiled at him, grabbed a cross-body bag and proclaimed herself ready. "I didn't leave my phone here, either. Let me try something." She went to the computer and logged in, entered a website, entered a number. "This should GPS my phone but it is dead. Very strange. Like someone stole it." "Do you want to report it missing?" "No. I have a feeling it will turn up tomorrow Probably in my desk, lower drawer, at the back, the batteries out. I have a co-worker who would think it is funny." "I'm not amused." "Likewise. Oh. Church. Bible. She grabbed a worn ESV from a shelf and flashed a smile at Bob that lit up his world from head to toe and said, "Ready." It was a fast food restaurant with a limited menu. She had ordered quickly last night. But now she stood and stared at the menu. Several times she went up to the counter and asked questions, and finally was handed their Nutritional Fact Sheet. It was twenty minutes from the time they entered to when she ordered a side salad, a small cheeseburger (no pickle, no mustard, no ketchup, but BBQ sauce and no onion rings) and iced tea. He paid for both meals. "Let's say grace." "Okay, now that we are going to be church people, we should." He did, and they ate. "You are beautiful." "Focus, Bob, focus." He smiled. "How was your day?" "I love the roses, but don't do it again, please. The women in my office are terrible." "Okay. Saves me some money." "That's what I love about you." They laughed. They pulled into the parking lot of Community Church. It was a friendly crowd dressed as they were and they fit right in. They buried themselves in the middle of a pew towards the back. The Worship Team cranked up and they could feel the vibrations throughout their bodies. They went through a number of high-paced songs. "Uh-oh," Taylor whispered, and gestured. The offering was being taken by the hostess who got fired the previous night. "Should we leave now?" "I should talk you into Thursday evenings. We are talking about not backing down. Not hiding." The ex-hostess prayed over the offering , eyes closed, and opened them. Somehow she was looking right at Taylor. She stared for a moment, and then said "Brother Mike, time for the Word." As he came on stage she whispered something to him. He turned, scanned the crowd until he found Taylor, and stared at her for ten seconds or so. "You sure you don't want to leave?" "I want to crawl under my seat. But I would not respect myself in the morning." Brother Mike began with a long prayer about sin in the camp. Society was degenerating. Men were thinking they were women and women men. He had been meaning to address this issue since he had heard about sin coming even to their own city, and now was the Kairos, for the devil was among them tonight. "Now would be a good time to go." "Ssssh." "In the beginning God made them male and female. Amen?" He got a big amen. Bob and Taylor amen-ed along with the rest of them. Brother Mike was surprised. He continued. This was off the cuff. He went down the same list that Aggie liked to send her, which amused Taylor. Taylor amen-ed all of them. "Oooh, now, tonight there will be DELIVERANCE in the house of the Lord!" AMEN "Freedom from bondage in the Name of the LORD!" "Amen!" "You once were slaves, but Christ has set you free!" This continued for some twenty minutes. Brother Mike wiped the sweat off his forehead with a towel someone gave him. "Any SINNERS tonight who need DELIVERANCE? Come on down!" Bob and Taylor watched as a few people made their way to the front. Brother Mike looked directly at Bob and Taylor. "There are more tonight for the harvest of the LORD!" He looked at them again. People in this section!" That was the front right. And here!" That was the section they were in. About twenty people around them responded and went up front. "We have a mighty harvest here tonight! Altar workers, come Fooorwaaard and minister to God's children." Several older people, clutching Bibles and wearing vests that said ALTAR WORKER on the back, came forward. "Pray for mercy! Oh, sinners do you feel the mercy of God in the House of the Lord tonight!" He looked at Bob and Taylor, now sitting in a large area of otherwise empty seats. Ahead of them and behind them and on the other side of the main aisle there were a lot more people. "There are more sinners here tonight. I can feel it. Isn't the grace of God tugging on your heart?" "I like the grace of God tugging on my heart part, but no way am I going down there." "Agreed." After a while no one else came forward. Brother Mike took one more last look at them and signaled for the Worship Team to come up and do a closing number. "Ready to leave?" "No, I'm not." "What are you waiting for, Taylor?" "I'm not sure. We might have an interesting conversation." "Here?" "Yes." "I want to hear your definition of an interesting conversation sometime." They sat and watched as those up front diminished in number. Other people slipped out. Brother Mike looked at them several times, but he was mainly praying for people. The last worship number ended. People were still up front praying. "Well that was fun," Taylor said in the Wrangler. "Strike that one off the list of churches to go to." Someone was running up to them. "Wait a minute! Y'all are first time visitors?" "Yes, we are." The guy smiled. "Here is a complimentary coffee cup for each of you. Sorry we missed you earlier. God bless.." With that he was gone. They looked at the cups. Community Church, Millvale. Have a Blessed Day. "Something to remember it by." "I don't think I will forget. I wonder what second time visitors get?" "I am so not interested. " The next day her phone was exactly where she thought it would be. Something would have to be done, but she was not sure what. In the meantime her phone and purse would be in the drawer, and the drawer would be locked whenever she was away from her desk. -
By KymmieL · Posted
Oh, I can take you to some fun trails, mild to wild. Doing boulders the size of Volkswagen's. Doing a trail were crossing a lake is part of it. ( my best witches cackle) It would be great for you to stop by for a visit. I'll get you stuck? @Ashley0616 our Explorer is a 1994 Explorer XLT, 4 in lift, 33's basically build for the trail. Just waiting on my brake hoses. Kymmie -
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By Abigail Genevieve · Posted
Taylor came back from a meeting to find a dozen red roses on her desk. "They're from BOB," Karen tittered. Nothing indicated that until Taylor pulled out the little note from the envelope. "I had a wonderful evening. I beseech the honor of calling you again after work and I would like to eat a quick meal and check out Community Church. Thank you again. Later, Bob" The note had been read and replaced. Everyone here went to church on Wednesday evening and Sunday morning unless you are a militant atheist, of which there were a few. But that meant only the fast food places were open. Taylor had delayed joining a church, so necessary for social standing here, because she had been afraid if she showed up alone. With Bob there was no fear. There were seven churches in town they would possibly consider: three Baptist, one Catholic, one Presbyterian, one Lutheran and one independent charismatic. Community Church was the last. Knowing Bob, she expected he wanted to visit them all before deciding. She didn't think he went for charismatic theology, but they had not discussed it. In Roosevelt they had been raised in the loosely Presbyterian Roosevelt Church. She missed church, which she had not attended since high school, when Bob and she had been in Youth Group together, more fun than anything else. The name of the church told her how to dress, anyway. She looked at Karen. "I would appreciate it if you would not violate my privacy." Karen said she was sorry but didn't sound like it. "You must have had a good time in the hay last night." "Leave me alone" "Okay, okay, okay, Miss Sensitivity. Okay. I won't tease you about it." "Thank you." -
By Abigail Genevieve · Posted
Bob was euphoric at first, but the more he thought about, the worse he felt. He should have been more assertive with the hostess. Or less. He hadn't talked about that with Taylor; they both had ignored it. He had pulled her chair out and seated her and acted like a gentleman - what if she didn't like that stuff? Had he been too assertive? Not assertive enough? Maybe he should have asked more questions. Was she just being polite and that last kiss on the hand was a 'farewell, I never want to see you again'? What if it bothered her that he was only interested in her after her transition? But he had never seen her as a guy, she had never been much of one, in girl clothes growing up whenever not in school. It wasn't a transition as much as a coming home to what she always was. And he was definitely not interested in guys that way. Or in most women, either. Those he had dated had reminded him of her. He had dated no guys. Never wanted to. The old accusation about their relationship had no merit. Why had he moved here? It was for her. No other possible reason. He had moved halfway across the country when he had heard she had transitioned. Was he barking up the wrong tree? Everything seemed fine; this was a new and improved and better Taylor than he had thought he would find. He examined his every move and contemplated six ways she probably had hated it. Probably she never wanted to see him again after this disaster of a first date. Would she want to go out with him again, be seen with him? There was a risk here. But he must take it, even if his heart was broken as a result. Was his heart breaking even now? No, but he must be prepared for that. He could not afford to lose her. He had to think of the exact right time to call her tomorrow and see when she was available. If she was available. Maybe she had four other boyfriends. She hadn't said anything, and she was so sweet, poised, charming, intelligent, beautiful and lovely in every way that it was entirely possible. He examined every word. No. Nothing either way. He examined everything. It was a delight to think about her, to remember her face, and he spent the rest of the evening doing just that. Who were these guys? He knew few people here, but there were some single guys. He would have to deal with the competition. Get ahead of them. Who were they? He thought of one guy he knew. Was he Taylor's type? Did they know each other? Small town, everyone knew everybody. How could he win her back? Probably he had already lost her. But he would try to call her tomorrow and see what happened. -
By Abigail Genevieve · Posted
Taylor leaned against the closed door and listened to Bob's footsteps and then his car drive off. Then she could exhale. No, he had not come to say he was marrying someone else. She realized she had been very, very afraid of this. Totally illogical, or that he had moved here and taken her out to tell her he didn't like her. Or he found someone else. Or he was gay after all, something he was afraid of because he was attracted to her. Yes, they both had just gone with the assumption they would get married. They would get married. They would get married. The old fire was still there. It was if there had been no interlude since that summer between high school and college. At the end of the summer, because she liked him so much, she had decided she was actually gay and had cut her hair and had a disastrous two years in college that way before deciding that was wrong: she was transgender. Most gay men like men who look like men, not like someone who doesn't. So she started in a trans support group in college, and since it was likely she could not get a job as a newly trans person, she had gotten a job as a guy and that had been miserable until November 1. They would get married. He was staying. He would protect her. People would see this massive guy never hesitated to protect her and she would be safe. They both were interested in no one else. They were a couple. Automatic date. Safety. They would get married. She had wanted to marry him since junior high but it would never happen. Could not happen. They.would.get.married. Makeup was running down on to her new dress. Her wings were ruined. She blotted things up and in a flash, after checking the directions, the dress was in the washer with the proper soaps and additives. She slipped into shorts and a cami top and opened up her computer. She shook her head back so her hair was in back of her shoulders. It was time to respond to Aggie. She found the latest clobber verse Aggie had sent and began, Dear Aggie...... -
By awkward-yet-sweet · Posted
Fortunately for everybody, I'm just a supplemental parent. Its rare that I have to look after them by myself. I cook and clean, I'm an extra pair of eyes, and I can nip at their heels and move them from place to place as needed. Its easy with most of them, but GF's kids are a different type. Those 5 wear me out more than anything else in life! And GF often leaves them to me and my partners while she goes off and does her own thing. -
By Ashley0616 · Posted
Sounds like a great time! Especially how the manager handled it. It sucks that she caused a scene. I'm glad she got fired. Sounds like he has a lot of cleaning to do. I can't handle when the car is full of trash. It annoys me to no end. The carpet is dirty in the car from the kids. I'm looking forward to when they aren't going to be so messy.
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