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Hello everyone. It's been a while. I've been waiting to hit my next goal before writing, but with one week to go, I'm not sure I can make it. It is rather unlikely, but I haven't given up. Anyway, this place is the only place I know to tell my story and have an appreciative audience. A while back after my wife died, I let my hair down, so to speak, and began dressing in earnest as I was unable to do so previously. I was a regular member of the Cross-Dressing chat room, and I received many helpful tips from the girls--one of which was making good use of thrift stores to build a wardrobe. And so I went to our local Goodwill store and bought several dresses including a somewhat outrageous (at least to me) leopard print dress. It quickly became one of my favorites, and I actually received some nice comments from the pictures I shared. Fast forward to the present in which I recently opened an account with a Private Investigator/bail bond agency. The owner and his wife are African-American and have taken me under their wing and have become friends and are trying to help me with my business. Greg, the owner, belongs to an exclusive downtown club, The Tower Club, (maybe you've heard of it), and invited me to a mixer there so that I could make some more contacts. Well, when I arrived, I was greeted by Sandie, his wife, wearing you know, almost the identical leopard print dress that I have in my closet. I have to admit that it looks better on her that on me, but I think it is so funny. Anyway, that is my story. I will let you all know how my next week ends. Wish me luck.

Not the best mood but hey, feelings of disphoria, only because I'm realizing I'm not todays children anymore. Grey poked out and said, hello mama you look sexy todat, but remember your older then the norm you look like. Blooming B had me in tears for a few minutes. Then my highlight came, happy mother's day Ou Vrou (nickname from my other half meaning Old Woman, but its the name he calls me when everything is well. My name either signifies being angry or worried about me, yes the tone tells me which one). Reminded that even though I'm not the biological mother, I'm still their mother for the love and support I give our babies. Even the danger or unknown I've stepped in to help them. What a learning curve this has been for me. Happy Mother's Day you lovely ladies. May your children and other half (sometimes better and sometimes worse)

Dear Emma and Mike, Have a "pen pal," of 5 years that I met through a Lesbian dating website. We write about once a week, and enjoy a satisfying friendship. Have lived in my senior public housing apartment building for 5 years, and I have no friends (as far as I know, they haven't made friends with each other, either, and I am talking about 100 people). The bottom line is that I have little in common with them. If it weren't for my flexibility in defining what a friend is, I think I would be a very lonely person. Keep loneliness at bay by taking a lot of classes in my building and at the library, and being active in TGGuide and my local T/LGB support group. Also have a lot of hobbies, such as writing and creating art. Thank you all for being my friend! 💄 Yours, Monica

Ha! Well, she has good taste just like you! Perhaps also, though, seeing her looking good in the dress triggers some emotions in you such as envy or sadness? I can see where it might. It’s hard to be a trans woman. We want to appear just as nice as another woman and sometimes that’s just a bit of a bridge too far. And, like all women we compare and often negatively judge ourselves versus other women. So unlike being a man, right? So, you rock that dress! Have a fun time wearing it! And tell her how nice she looks in it. Women often complement each other.

Hiya Michele. You Look So Much Better Now Sweetheart. You Really have turned into such A Very Pretty; Beautiful; and Gorgeous; Young Lady. Please Honey, do Not let Anyone, tell You Any Different. Michele, I Am glad that We are getting and expanding Our Friendship, especially via Messenger Honey. You ARE A Really Terrific Girl. Take Care Honey, And My Very Best Wishes, And Lots of Love, Stephanie. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

I think younger people who grew up with the Internet certainly have a different set of experiences than we have had. They may very well believe that there isn't much difference between friendships with people online or in person. I'd say that however they feel is fine. Maybe as they grow older they will learn differently? But then maybe we'll have real-time holographic image displays and they will be right! I have certainly made several friends online including you and others here at TGG. But some other notables are: * Dara Hoffman-Fox: although we've never met or spoken to each other we have helped each other. I consider her a friend because we know of some personal details of each other, I trust her, and I appreciate her as a person. * Marlo Mack, producer/owner of "How to Be a Girl" podcast. She and I developed a friendship via emails last summer. I learned that she lives in Seattle and now we have met several times, I've helped her with her podcast a little, and she's introduced me to others here. * Dr. H, the endocrinologist who has the blog "Hormones Demystified." I don't even know his name but he's been a huge help to me, and I have tried to help him too. I'd love to meet him someday. So yes, my friendships with Dara and Dr. H are less than what I have with Marlo. I definitely consider Marlo a friend but she's also very busy in her own life and we see each other much less than I'd like. For me the closeness of my friendships really depends on how comfortable we are with sharing ourselves with each other, being vulnerable, talking about what is going on for us. I guess that's a reason I feel so deeply for my therapists? But sometimes even that isn't enough. Maybe we find that we don't have the "chemistry" to be close. Last weekend I went on a hike with a couple of lesbian women. We had a great time, we shared a lot, and enjoyed each other. But I doubt we will get together until we go on another hike. The weekend before we were on another hike with those same women and two others. One of the others and I were inseparable! We could not stop talking and really enjoyed each other. Last night she came over and we went out to dinner and had a wonderful time. For whatever reason we are just really clicking. I don't know why and she doesn't either but we both are grateful for our friendship. Interesting? Emma

What I looked like at 37, the very end of 37.

Hiya Michele. You look Younger than 37 Babes. Your hair is Really Lovely Sweetheart. I Am 56, so I Am getting Old !! L.O.L. !! Michele, age is just a number, and You are Young; Pretty; and Beautiful; and You have still got the rest of Your Life, ahead of You ! Enjoy Your Life, Young Lady, because We only get one go at Life, and You are Young enough to enjoy it !! Enjoy the rest of Your Day, and Take Care. With Love and Very Best Wishes, Stephanie. ( Steph53.).