Montreal

Went to Montreal to see the surgeon. Realistic conversation: my vagina is broken. The cure is salt water. I should do it often. My pussy is small but that's normal? Functional. Sounds good?

While there I checked out old Montreal and Olympic stadium. Both are awesome but I'll give a cookie to you if you guess which I loved most.*

*ya I'm not gonna do that.

Somebody's got the case of the Mondays

1. Have a new stalker who hacked my Google account.

2. Desparately needed tax return was reassessed so I owe 200.

3. I've been dilating wrong this whole time and have forever lost the depth I need to take a penis.

How was your day?

Talk Radio

I'm going to be sitting down with Jim Richards tomorrow afternoon to talk about transition following the news at 230 pm on Newstalk 1010.

In Repair

The blog format hasn't really kept up to date with technology. I reblog on Tumblr easily enough - but that's been entirely porn. If you're looking for updates on my life I guess this is the place.

My grandma passed. I started taking pills to make me happy. I just accepted a better paying job with a new company. I'm leagues away from where I wanted to be in my life - but I guess that's life.

"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans" - John Lennon.

It is very hard for me to keep up with a blog when the phone app is sort of garbage. I will try harder to keep my wits about me so I can post here.

I was contacted by an online periodical who wants to do a feature on me. For the life of me I cannot figure why - I haven't succeeded at anything I had set out to. Well, except my gender. I pretty much rocked that.

How's my pussy, you ask? GREAT. I'm healed up nice and I dilate once a day now with the largest dilator. I haven't had sex yet - can you imagine, no sex for a year? But since I'm basically a husk that exists to ferry my daughter back and forth and work to pay bills and child support I honestly haven't been able to connect with a human being that I'm interested in. I think I'm done with the random sex with strangers thing - they aren't worth my time.

The hormone drop plummeted my sex drive and pairing that with depression I sort of vanished from my own self. I don't chat much don't do anything much anymore. I don't really care, either. I needed help and the internet gave precisely no shits. I'm pretty much done with the thing.