Every now and then, people have to stop and breathe and realize that things they were planning and hoping for...need to wait.

It's a depressing and saddening experience, but it's one that we all must have at least once every few miles. Sort of like getting the oil changed in your car, you have to take the time to stop and refresh your fuels and reset your priorities.

For me, its the surgery.

I know I NEED it to help ease my mind, and make me more comfortable in my own flesh, but I know it's not happening any time soon.

As much as I wanted to spend my summer shirtless and enjoying the sun and the cool breeze on my shoulders, I know it's not going to happen.

I dont have the funds for it, and I probably wont this year at all.

The gofundme account I have up, though I'm blessed that a few have donated so far, I have a feeling wont get me too far.

I'm not looking forward to the dreadful heat of wearing a compression shirt, binder AND sports bra under my t-shirt or work shirt this summer....but I'll have to deal with it. It wont go away, and I refuse to wear a bra.

Hell even with a bra, I was dying of heat. I cannot imagine the torment that this summer will bring me, as we've been promised an insanely hot summer this year.

Swimming is no longer in my pool of options, as I refuse to wear a girl's swimsuit, and there are no swimmers binders for my bust size that will stay on properly.

I try not to get upset about it, but I know the truth and it sucks.

The good news is my boss has finally decided to grow some nads and started to call me Warren, as he should have done a long time ago.

Also I were asked to help host a "Transgender Visability Day" at my place of work, and have talked to the bakery chef about making a Transgender themed cake. I'll take a picture and show it to you guys when it happens, I believe on tuesday.

I just felt like ranting and stuff, since it's one of my days off and I'm sitting here like a slug. If anyone feels like taking a peek at my gofundme thingie, its on my profile as my status. Have a ball.

Lots of love and snuggles and all that cheesy stuff,

Warren