Now I say this all the love in my heart for this person.
(I really love this picture)
In December this beautiful little girl together with the rest of the family and neighbors rescued a Guinea Pig. So for about two weeks we had this little visitor. Christmas holiday came and the day the kids left for a visit with their mum our little visitor passed away. We nick named him Speedy, cause the little bugga was FAST!
It has been a couple of months the requests have not stopped for a replacement. There have been suggestions on many different pets. Some common Cats, Dogs, and a new Guinea Pig. There have been a few off the wall ideas Racoon, Bat, Fox. Well I am very happy that mythological beast have not been suggested. She would love to have chickens back but I think we should just avoid all new family members for a little bit longer.
Granted I am not winning any points saying no but it is the best thing I can do right now… It is so hard to say no to her……Gosh I love her!
In a post yesterday I made the error of calling the Market “Avalon”. When in fact it is the Broadmills Market. Red faced and now adjusted.
Well I thought I would take the time and talk over the issue of Body Imagery and Transgender. Over the number of years I have seen several different styles of those of us in Transition mainly M2F. I have stated in the past about Clothing and the Transition in other posts. I am not going to be talking about that at this time. What I am meaning is the issue of the way we look at our bodies.
The problem that I have with my GID that I assume that others in the M2F spectrum might have as well is what we want and what we have. While most of the GID issues can be resolved by HRT (Hormone Replacement Therapy) and or SRS (Sexual Reassignment Surgery), we are still left with seeing the bodies of genetic females that most of us will never obtain the desired outcome. Unless we have the budget of the Kardashians. There are ways to raise the much needed cash for these issues but some of those require the loss of our dignity. So many have walked this path and even some of them have even lost their lives to the choice that they have been forced to make.
So where do we go from here? What can be done to assist the youth before this point is reached? These are questions that I pose. I have not seen much movement toward the reduction of the loss of life except by those in the LGBT communities and a few fringe groups.
As for ourselves we need to look after those that are young and struggling with advice care and understanding. Slowly the world is changing for the better but we can only take baby steps and guide with gentle hands. As for the issues of body Imagery if we look at the above description we can see that every woman has different shapes and we also fight the media pressure that we should fit into the perfect mold. We use diets, shapewear, to even starving ourselves. When we should be looking at the issues of Good health with Treats on the side. Regular fitness practices as well as looking after our mental health.
I will leave you with this finial thought. We are all going though a journey in one form or another. It does not matter if you believe in a god or what have you. The path to the end is only done in two ways the easy which requires very little thought and is designed. There there is the path that is less taken. Which will strengthen your soul and define what you are though of when you leave this place and I firmly believe that in the end what you make of yourself is what you will take with you when it is all over. Don’t stress on the small things and don’t settle for the easy ones as well.
Today at the Launceston Boardmills market. Coffee with friends.
Fun and friendly vendors. With wonderful opportunity to catch up with old friends some who I have not seen in years. It was great to see Vic from Sexual Health who more than she will ever know saved more than just my life.
A new vendor who brought her stall of shoes.
Oh I am in heaven real raised doughnuts from another vendor.
Bad photo sorry. But look at these.
Oh I gained some hips just looking at them.
Oh there was this person who brought in her bags. All hand made wonderful colours.
Oh then there is this fresh veggies stall.
I will say that this while simple and still In baby steps it has a charm to it that others are lacking that are doing the same thing. There are maybe 20 stalls but if the loving care of the owners continue who knows what will happen. I do love this place.
Let’s talk about the owners. Both are very happy and friendly souls. Very kind hearted people. The venue has areas for hire. With a stage and lightning abilities. The site is very underused by the public. Some of it might be to using word of mouth advertising can be a bit slower than other forms.
So last thing to say is this. It you can take a Saturday and come have a coffee and fall in love with this little gem of a market.
Please let me twist your ear to enlighten your heart. We are the broken hearts, we long for the love that will fill our days and comfort our nights. We watch all the shows, as well as the couples passing by. They that get held as we the alone cry. Time will come so they say, we perfect our hearts day by day. For the sun to rise our hearts to swell. We will walk out of this alone and what seems an endless hell. Love grasps our hands a new story to tell.
I was trying to find something a little lighter to write about yet still be a transwoman issue or something similar about my life. Please enjoy the following.
While walking with a girlfriend we came up on hiding the sausage and beans aka Tucking. While I am not going to tell you how to do it. The following does happen. Sometimes it can even make a sound. Every transwoman knows that feeling just before it happens. The sinking feeling of the dreaded pop. Yup you guessed it one of the beans has come loose. The next part to the misadventure is the feeling that you have willingly just reached down in your throat and grab you own Balls and pull. It is at this point you start to understand just how fast you can find a way to hide and adjust the issue.
Mind you there is something worse than the Tuck giving you a wake up call. It is the point the you have gotten dressed and are ready for the evening and are just about to step out with your best friend or partner has pointed out that you have come completely untucked and surprise there is a lump in the front.
Lets not forget the fun of tucking to begin with the “first tuck” OMG my balls have just been squished what the hell was I thinking.
Hmm taping is an idea……Yeah lets take a sensitive part of the body ad some adhesive to it and then later take it off hoping that it does not hurt, Bahahaha. No I have not tried that.
Smaller undies that does help a bit and less change of causing a rash. Until the first problem I talked about.
Oh the walk of the untucked surprise where it looks and feels like Big foot in a dress.
The fun of tucking……..
Well if life was not tough enough right now I have to meet with my attorney to sort out a few issues that have shown up in the last few weeks. This is going to be fun and $$$ but I still maintain my attorney is one of the best I have ever met. Such a good attorney that does not try to rob you blind and will tell you when you should not do something. I just cannot say enough about his skills and personality. On a plus side VERY LGBT friendly the whole staff from Anna at the front door to the little Barracuda in heels. The little Barracuda in heels, well I have had the pleasure of having my ass protected by this fantastic little pocket rocket, She will eat them up and spit them out can’t wait to see what she does in the future as she is still young.
Ok enough said about my attorney…..
If anyone has had such problems with the ex-to-be issues or similar problems from Ex’s please I would sure use to advice on how to combat the issues of “your dad (me) is a liar” or “it’s your dads fault”. The only way I have been doing it has been to point out the fact that they are cared for and loved. I do not want to play games like that as I don’t think that is very healthy for children. But I know I am not the first nor will I be the last on this issue. So I am hoping that someone might have some strong wisdom that I can learn from and might help out. Please if you are going to waste time with hate filled ideas I am not going to address them. Last night the children were talking to the ex-to-be and she said to them doesn’t your dad play music like I do at home. Gabriel the smart boy he is did not bite at the attempt he just changed the subject cause she forgets that I am the one who has the Huge music collection. It would be like having tons of dust collectors. Yeah right, I get in to trouble with them for playing some old stuff a bit here and there plus I get the Bed time music requests all the time.
I always wondered if members of the LDS faith can be just friends with members who had left for one reason or another. Well by and by I am finding that the members here in Australia or at least in Tassie don’t have that issue.which is really nice to know. Though I have read read continue to read of people that have left for one reason or another being shunned by members 99% of them are in the US, the only thing that keeps popping up in my mind is that “Pride comes before the fall”
I was doing some soul searching this weekend after all the attacks of the past week. I needed to do a Six check and make sure I am doing what is best for the children. This was very hard and a good friend reminded me that I needed to look at all the blessings that are in my care and all around us day in and day out. Once I started looking at that I noticed that I was missing a simple fact. That at the base of it I would not give up one second of the time I have with the children for one second of carnal gap filler. That in the end I am healing myself and coming to terms with being at peace with ones own soul takes time and emotional health is going to have its ups and downs. Though at the time I am feeling a down the truth is I am very blessed and most of the downs are really just dips and not the fall / crash of the roller coaster ride.
Back to the Diet it again. This time I am going to do it wiser with the help of a friend we are going to start walking after school starts everyday. I did say walk there is no way in hell I am going to start running as these boobs hurt enough with out needing to run with them, lol. Once again I am going to cut back on sugars and see what happens I know that to some point I am going to have to keep the fat intake up for issues like boob growth and fat redistribution. I am going to have to change the veggie intake as well. Might even look into a swim membership for the children and I (hmm that sound like a great idea!)
Well this needs to end so I want everyone to please remember to be Kind to one another….