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  The male-jail fancies nonesuch; She as WorldOnlyWorld feels, imagination and whim at the periphery. In this prison from birth, then, my LifeWithout (life) tries to weave a womb-- silly boy-- who plays with impossibilities-- silly nilly you can only be gurl, not girl; all the societies of Improved Bodies menstruate as never I shall, and the sadness setting in with that fancy closes the Door; Lindsey McCarthy wrote the book on it: on re-homing, women in shelter MAKE SANCTUARIES; see the .jpg's of birth such as this blog means to me, in total systems terms an output of HEAT in the heat of day, and some garbage (that which is eliminated never my true mothersmilk) My sex life is good; i see my body naked in the mirror, so self-contained woman phenotypically, and eventually the semen after much labor lurches. I am trying to create in this cell-- not a pornography but an auto-erotic iconography; I have been living in a 'ethereal' state of eros, rooted in the happy awareness that...

 My book, a sweat-labor that took a summer and amounts to more than three hundred pages, will go to a GoogleDriveSomeWhere ; I am sated. It was awful to have been thrown to the streets having paid the rent and a bonus to the landlord, and I am certain of the latent male-ness of the laws that laid claim to my paid-for domicile. BUT all doors have been closed for contact with the homeless, re which I am most concerned about the unsheltered of woman-kind-- perhaps selfishly but profoundly because my cause now is womanly, and 'body and breath' compel me to make sole association with HERS so I will hide; the embodiment of words that from rage SCREAMED about WHERE IS HOME??? pUBLIC yes i shall press in Drive; the arcana of my lusts, here and there, Drive away just to give the finger-middle and look-little

  This image 'truly and accurately' illustrates the present look of my loins: note that while I was male-jail born, there is no ready picture here of penis or testicles; O So Glad am I of that look! It is never said that female hormones can shrink the size of male genitals, I checked to find that in the Masters and Johnson study, the 'shortest dick' in their database was 4cm; see below. . . Measuring now from base to tip, my own penis is 1.3cm-- and I rejoice! If you saw me naked, I would look decidedly womanly, penis and balls inconspicuous (great!) and very-conspicuous on the other hand is my 'blessing of bosoms.' I feel so wonderful that now 'all over' I feel gendered as women feel 'IT,' and my comfort long since has been but to be 'in circle' 'next to' women; I have made the BEST DECISION OF MY LIFE TO BECOME AS WOMANLY AS POSSIBLE, and to be 'one of the gurls''just friends' with no pursuit of embodiments more ...

  https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/?tab=rm&ogbl#inbox/KtbxLwgsvtHdjzPHpWSqqsCGBxjsbjsKfg HI! PLEASE INCLUDE ME IN 7.31.22, PM6-8 'MIXT' MEETUP Vernonlynn Stephens <vernonlynnstephens@gmail.com> 3:36 PM (6 hours ago) to Cheryl, me I delight that you Goddesses had a wonderfully seeming-semi-pagan time out at Valterra (spelled right?) over the weekend. I delight now that meetings online have resumed Zoomy for W2WKY, and I want to be included in all posted as 'advening' in this and August months. Lady!. . . My meditation in this 'Circle' my DoskerManor322A EnclosurePlacePersonalGeography, this my hermitage-- as while you did wonderfully Fem things for empowerment-- I practiced the wonderful feeling, rather a contra-distinction of your shown powers-- I tried to feel the joy that a man can have in voiding any innate sense of gender-power, toward surrender. I have a book about that topic for audience-woman-kind ( The Power of Sexual Surrender , Marie Robinson...

 I need less and the only need is the space generated, momentarily, by orgasm; last night and the smiles that precipitated paroxysm will have to stink now, from outside there is knocking, the bill-collectors and mail black with debt shrivels the meat between 'down there' wilted like this this oldster once a milker now but must pay bills; this is what the end of orgasm means for Space As.If he was loved, as if neverlove makes no better medicine, gism spilt that is what I mean My goal it is to create a self-sufficiency perhaps a crazy sufficiency but one of necessity I am of that station in life where there are a few it it in my social circle where I must create a certain community within myself where everything gendered will have to be desexed an impossibility of course because at the root of every biological circumstance sex is implicated is the derivative but from which all social action melded occurs it matters not at all if I have an audience audiences are merely they happen...

 My beard, still insurgent, refuses neutering; I must CUT I must shave to the bare smoothed skin like good gurl; these old reminders of the-hated keep growing, crabgrass daily almost mown Friday night here I am told by parties womanly that I do not quite fit in a good damnation that needs to be for one who's show despisement re that imprisonment into which I was born a peewee destiny that dangles yet a little but which nonetheless begins add to look passably girlfriend I shall endure the solitude it is my sentence for crimes I have committed in all ways do to my mail genitalia for which there can be no good riddance I still shave the white grass on my face needs a daily mowing what once was blonde then brown then dark brown turned into a snowy look a despicable look reminding me that there can be no escape from genetic destiny this blog intends to be almost entirely audio and visual I shall try to make some essay in essay form of how these little tokens of iconography speak to that...

Everything erotic! The diffusions of anima, from my womanlylooky loins to the specks ache for climax, she to whom I destine myself with embodiments, feelings, he with crazy notions that need beating until he surrenders I am so glad: in the loins I am almost not distinguishable as male; my puss looks like that of a woman, the black forest inverted pyramidal, the pp looking like the hole to her cave; I rejoice. wonderful and wow and after labor of days it came out this is what biology, in me in ye is all about

  THIS IS SEX EVERY THING, SEX: IN DENIAL IN AFFIRMATION IN FLESH AND FANCY REIGNS SEX WITH THIS TOOL I TOOL AND  OUTCOMES SPILL STILLBORN NEVER TO BE BORN OR BORNE AGAIN O SEX I CONNECT LIFE BEGINS WITH SPILLED SEMEN WHERE NONE NUN IS FROM THIS NIPPLE I MADE MILK, A MAN WHO MILKS BUT CANNOT MENSTRUATE ACHES AWAY FROM ADAM TOWARD EVE I TOWARDLY GET RELIEVED I womanize, Woman! Grow the more in me! The he was was my-me makes violent enemy I love flowers, so does she in her flowers blossom-I free from man hood which did me never-good

  its about an hour two hours after sunset on July the 19th 2022 My blog is going to be the interiorization with culture of this my place really just a cell just a little space in geography I have achieved graphical/ geological coordinates-- you know there's 38 minus 85 something okay. But I was writing in my blog it would have been just before five o'clock time at this moment is is by usual standards obliterated because the blackout I have a very good reason to know the why this blackout The days have been beastly hot the days all over the self of which level is apparent. had been kissing 100 degrees Fahrenheit What is that 40 degrees centigrade the whole world has a burning up in a heatwave in the northern hemisphere and they're I don't know they used to call the forest fires wildfires they called it near all over your I guess again in the United States out west. At any rate I have a flashlight was a red light a just would like to negotiate the knobs are this little...

I, hybrid, between those usuals of the mating game do some approximations; my love is pity for fallen women. my love is real. . . Womb! You inspire me tonight and to my cot nakedly again I ache; it will come out, the love handily for Her AngelWithin domestically damaged homeless as God and I am all Penitents are surrendering for all that Power. . . I am womanly, I feel in my woman--  See the inverted pyramid" What I have become I love CurvesCorporate that Estrogen Creates \/ Regard! Some look of Woman, the-man withdrawing. . . Goodbye, man! I never did like you. . .  

  \/ SPEAKERS Speaker 1  My Place begins with my body my chest and drawers. This is my Geograph a locus in position and in no position it is in the quantum sense, both vibrating and fixed the geography of my cell please do not call it a womb even though the WOMBwarmth is my sanctuary to be worshipped from this kind and bedtimes bitter distance... born in an accident, which cast me crazily, macho, in kind, from which kind, I changed my mind and all other aspects of mankind into that kind, which is the one whose emblem is the emblem of the moon . A picture one might say, the divinity which I venerate moon which is illuminated time it did brighten and unbrighten it at times. She is a shadow and a shine. And I close all these things. No, this is not a womb. This is a veneration of the womb. A God a Goddess who is light and dark. Pleasure and pain. Largely good but she has her miscarriages hear HER wiggl, a little corpus' curvatures, her little corpus a revolves around and men in l...