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I tried that, once, with my wife. I wrote a rather long letter that I thought "covered all the bases" and upon reading it she'd understand my situation, have compassion, and be fully accepting. Not. It was a disaster. Too much information, too quickly, without warning. Don't forget, you've been living with this gender uncertainty and later, knowledge, your whole life. Cisgender people might consider their gender at times but not nearly as seriously. Honestly, I don't think most of them get it. My suggestion is to tell one or two, separately, verbally, and in private. Face-to-face is best so you can each see each other's body language and modulate the discussion accordingly. The good news is that you've done your research and know what you want to say - in your letter. So you're prepared. But don't expect instant acceptance and "good for you" all around. Your friends and family love you and want what's best for you. They may think that trying to steer you away from being transgender is the right thing to do. So, be patient, gentle, and stay calm. Hugs, Emma

My latest Florida Adventure - Just last week I was at a swim meet in FL and when I entered the pool area, with pack on my back and bag in hand one of the regular members of the pool said to me "Mam the women's changing area is around the corner." during the period of the swim meet I was referred to as mam several times and at one restaurant the door was opened for me as the owner said "welcome in Ladies" for me and my wife. Also when I was at the meet I was actually able to notice how much bigger my chest appeared compared to some of the women there. Definitely could see how I was getting mixed up. (And enjoying it) Below are photos showing my hair - as long as I have worn it since I was in my teens. Also. one of my jogging shots (Not wearing a single men's clothing item; but a very feminine running outfit). Dawn

Thank you Michael. It's been rough, and now I'm all freaky panicky over her brother, who was the Cat of my Life. He picked me as a kitten, and has always stuck with only me, and I can't imagine him leaving me. Unless he's mad at me for some reason, then he climbs on Nikkii's lap and yowls in this huge production until he's sure I'm looking to see him purring in someone else's lap as my punishment.

Sorry to hear about your cat, Briannah. Ya know... sometimes I think losing a pet is worse than losing a family member or friend... unless that family member happens to be a child. 'Cause we all know (we pet lovers, that is)... our pets are sorta like our kids. Plus, it's tough when you lose something that is so completely non-judgemental, loves you with all your flaws and imperfections, greets you everyday like you've been gone for a week, and trusts you with their very lives. {{{{ Big hugs }}}} -Michael

The purple is fine to me, and while I can read either font ,this one is clearer. I think with the depression and not being able to see it, that is part of the disease. It's an insidious disease the robs people of their ability to view what is happening to them clearly, which is why it's so hard to fight, or even realize you have something to fight. I have been in it, and Nikki is doing battle with it now, so I've been up close with it both inside and outside, and the view is radically different. I'm learning so much about a lot of mistakes I made just seeing the difference between how Nikki is processing under it's influence vs. how he normally does. It's not easy, and I'll send you all the hugs I can. I"m not really qualified to help with how to balance living with your life and your transgenderism, I'm a partner and looking at that from the outside in, all I can do is wish you the best possible outcome for you and her both, whatever form that is.

oops!!! This is so crazy I don't know... when I deleted the comment of EmmaSweet I was trying to clear this page and start over. I'll just come out and say that I'm not even thinking of hurting myself and if I don't use the cursive font can I still use the purple? I want my blog as friendly as possible. ​ ​

Oh, believe me, we have had several. Her brother Creed has sorta stopped looking for her after two weeks, he's accepted that she's gone, but he doesn't know where. Murder Kitty(Logan, but his behavior has earned him the murder kitty nickname) seems sorta pissed off because occasionally Yuriko would let him groom her and have some social time, where as her Creed wants nothing to do with him at all. I'm sorta more zen about it today, but I just woke up. Must face work, hugs to all.

Hiya Briannah. One of Our 2 original Cat's, Our Tom Cat - Bobby, passed-away, at Our local Veterinary Hospital, on 2nd. May, 2012, aged just over 12 Year's. We do Not drive, and so I brought Him Home, in His Pet-Carrier, ( Which was covered over ), on a 4-Wheeled shopping trolley. ( It Is a 3/4 mile journey. ) I cried My heart out, the whole way Home. ( Even sending You this message, has started the Tear's again. I Am a typical emotional Girl ! ). Briannah, it must have been hard for Nikki, as well, having picked the box up, with Your little Pussy Cat Girl in there. Briannah, if You and Nikki want to have a good cry over it, then You shold do so, because Your little Girl, was part of Your Family, and You are grieving. Let Your emotion's out Sweetheart, because it will do Neither of You any good, bottling it up. Emma will agree with Me, ( I Am sure, ) there is No Shame, in showing Your Emotion's. Briannah, You and Nikki both Take Care, And My Very Best Wishes, to You Both. With Love and Hug's, Stephanie. xxxx

I'm sorry to hear more about your cat. Goodness knows, we love our cats too. And we have several boxes, too. I think of them and miss them. Not the one we have now, who only loves my wife! She's no fun, at least for me. But for you, I hope you'll feel better soon. I know you know this, but these feelings will pass and you'll have fond memories. All animals touch us. Most people do, too.

I was good Emma, just had one little slice. Of the chocolate mint variety, becaue...chocolate and mint.

Fudge is indeed, magical. Go for it, girlfriend! In moderation, of course.

Thank you Emma. I did just that and feel much better now. Still a little overwhelmed and weirded out by it, I mean it's all GOOD changes right? But I can handle this. Except maybe the broccoli. How ow are you feeling? Hugs

Dear Bree, You are a strong, wise, and beautiful woman, and your feelings are all understandable. Nikki is going through a rough patch too. It'd be easy to say he should be nicer to you but, believe me, my wife and I alternate on that too. It's okay to be a turtle, tortoise, or like me, a kitty. Just be yourself and you'll be fine. Like a woman friend suggests, when times get tough... take a nap. Hugs, Emma

Its a great idea Emma but I can't. After the surgery I had to wear a binder brace to support the healing. After about a week I started getting twinges in my back. At the second week I had crippling pain muscle cramps on the sciatic nerve where all I could do was cry until Nikki hauled me to the er. Apparently the brace was weakening my back and the muscles started cramping on my sciatic nerve. Spelling on sciatic questionable. Between the muscle relaxers and painkillers I literally slept for three weeks. Nikki actually had to force me awake to eat, drink, and bathroom It was a completely unexpected side effect from a fairly simple hernia surgery However, you did just completely clarify the deeper fear than the fainting one lurking in my head that I wasn't looking at by reminding me of this story. Thank you so much for helping me figure out my tangled up feelings. That was the worst pain in my life and I really do fear triggering it again deep down. However realizing that I know to stop at the twinges stage if a problem develops!

Bree and Nicki, I echo Veronica and Stephanie's support and love. Amazing how those little furry things get under our skins, isn't it? We lost a dear kitty last year. I used to love the way she'd jump on my bed, walk up my chest, and gently bump her head on my chin. Really made me feel special, I'll tell you that! I also hope you find some relief from wearing the corset. Maybe in the context of your needing spinal and core support calling it a "corset" is a misnomer. That word brings up connotations (Victorians, fetish play, etc.) that are so unrelated. Think of it as a big Ace Bandage and give it a try. Sure might help you, I hope. Hugs, Emma

Hiya Briannah..I Am so Sorry to hear of Your Very Sad Loss. We had one of Our Cat's - Bobby, He passed away at The Veterinary Hospital, almost 3 Year's ago. I had to bring Him home to bury Him. That was the saddest journey, that I have ever made, in My whole life. ( I Cried My Eyes Out, ( Like a Girl, ) the Whole Way Home. Briannah, and Nikki, My HeartfulHeartful Sincere Deepest Condolences; And My Heartfelt Sincere Deepest Sympathies. Your Poor Little Kitty, is No Longer Suffering; and/or No Longer in Pain. She Is Now In Peace, And At Rest. Briannah, if You don't want to wear a corset, if You have got a spare one, You could always Give it to Me. L.O.L. ( I Am Teasng, By The Way ! ) . I thought that You could Do with a Laugh, Bless Your Heart's. Briannah, and Nikki, Take Care, And My Very Best Wishes, Love Stephanie. xxxx

May latest trip to Florida resulted in several occasions of me being mistaken for a girl - on three occasions I heard either a sales clerk or a waitress call me mam. They almost always caught the mistake but the confusion was evident. The most interesting occurrence and scary was while I was in a tourist store looking at sun visors. I was wearing fairly short denim shorts, legs and arms were shaved and tan, and had my hair in a pony tail; other than that I was in fairly normal for me boy mode. I noticed a handsome guy who was looking at me and was kind of following me around the store. As I was trying to decide what visor was the best one, a pink, purple, white or blue one, he came over really close into my space and put his hand on my shoulder and started to assist me. I also noticed he appeared to have a ....-on. First I thought he worked for the store. He told me his choice for me would be the pink one. As the conservation went along he asked me for some money. No pretext - I could tell he had been drinking. At this point I became quite nervous and was worried me might try to rob me. Summoning some courage, I told him I knew he had been drinking, and that I would not give him any money. He then asked me if I could drive him home; he said I seemed like I would be a "really good girlfriend." I knew then that he was hitting on me hoping to take me home with him. He then proceeded to show me some large circular designer earrings that he thought would look good on me. I was flattered but I had become really nervous at this time and was concerned that I might need help to get away. He was fairly muscular and tall and I knew I was smaller and puny next to him so I was glad I was in a large store so I could get away from him. Still after I had put some distance between him and me I did feel a rush. Wow, he really thought I was a woman. Dawn I am attaching my latest photo - Running as a girl in Florida