The quest continues...
i took a greyhound down to Pensacola in september since P invited me. He was real cordial and i like to think we had a great time, but things just weren't working out after the week there. So i hopped on the bus again. On the way i met Ava, and a lot of other people too, exchanging numerous ideas. Ended up in Houston but nothing happened there and i left. Kinda dreary, isn't this story. oh well
now i'm back home and may do it all over again, hopefully with better results.
my newest limerick:
i like to write, i like to draw
but my pencil, it has a flaw
for it refuses
and even loses
the orders given by my paw


i'm cold

Old news... i finally got through to Jane on the phone and today she's sending a package with forms to fill out and my first appointment is for Tuesday July 23 at 4:30 pm. i'll fill you in on who Jane is later... but so you don't get any wrong ideas, it'll be a strictly professional relationship... not even plutonic.
This will lead to many other pages being added here over the next 2+ years.

I'm just writing this here til i make a new page for it...
Tuesday July 23, 2002, 4:30-6 pm - Day One, My first psychiatric session Jane first opened things by giving some background. She is a member of some H. A. organization which has 350 members world-wide. The meetings are every two years and the last one was held not long ago in texas at which 700-800 attended. She got started doing TS anaylisis when someone came and specifically wanted to see her about 5 years ago. Her office is purple, chilly and very relaxing. The couch I sat on was just your typical living room 3 cushion couch and had a blanket on the left side along with a box of tissues which at first I didn't pay any attention to but later came in quite handy. Until I started crying, the trigger of which I'll mention soon, Jane sat in a sort of rocking chair (the feet stayed in place but the chair itself moves back and forth). The one time she went back and forth in it was very disturbing. While she was there I looked at her left eye (the one that's on the right when I look at her). While she was on the couch, the few times I was able to look up, I concentrated on her right eye. (My father told me to always pick one eye or the other at a time, and never to keep looking back and forth.) We began talking about myself and want came of all of it is that 'I have no life'. She wrote a page and two thirds as I told her my life story. I am intensly afraid of transitioning because my little sister is all I have and love. The only friend I ever had who I could talk to was Clint and he moved away when we were 14. Well I don't want to go into too much detail here and now, I'll just say I cried for what seemed like atleast 10 minutes. Jane told me what affirmations are and wrote down a few lines for me. I love myself for being just who I am I am a beautiful gift to everyone who knows me I enjoy talking and being around my friends and they treasure my friendship I trust the process of life Even the billing was fortunate...I had left the house with $180, made a stop to pick up two coins and thought they'd be free, but he asked for $30 for the slabbing. That left me with $150 which was the exact amount Jane charged. Initial diagnosis: depression There is a meeting of other gender issue people this Friday at her office around 7 and I will be there...after which I'll write and tell you more Next session is scheduled for Tuesday, July 30, 2002 from 4-5pm.

If you're here, you probably already know me and i thank you for coming. Right here is my basic info for those people who've forgotten or are just starting to get to know me. The best way to get to know me first though is to check out my hobbies and interests page...

Born: July of '78 in NY (You may still fed-ex a b-day gift and not be late, please), and still residing on the east coast

SIZES (hopefully you'll buy me some clothes for my b-day)
Build: 10 stone, 186 cm
Shoes: 11b @ 5"
Inseam: 84 cm
Waist: 55 cm
Hips: 84 cm
Bust: 82 cm

Neck: 34 cm
Hair: currently blonde