I know it’s a bit belated, but Happy New Year! It’s finally 2020 and all I can say is where the hell did all the time go? Didn’t Y2K just happen? When did I get this old? Why is my eyesight turning to shit? Why am I always tired? Okay, I may be playing up … Continue reading
Category Archives: Being Transgender
Short Story: The Ex — Stefani Writes
“I never want to see you again, Allen,” my wife said over the phone, once we exchanged our greetings. “It’s over. I want a divorce.” This was odd, for several reasons, namely that we have been separated for six years, and our divorce finalized for five. I was in a state of shock, a weird […] … Continue reading
Tedium and embracing me
I’ve been neglecting my writing for a while now. I just haven’t had anything new to write about, nothing exciting to say. I could report of the news, but my news is just a series of daily adventures, of working, breathing, and sleeping. You know, everyday tedium. Pain is such an effective muse, the kind … Continue reading
NaNoWriMo 2019 — Stefani Writes
It’s that time of year again, time to sit in front of a computer and try to write. NaNoWriMo 2019 has officially begun! Can you feel it? The exhilaration, the joy, the doubt in ones sanity for doing this all over again? Isn’t it grand? As I write this, quickly may I add, I’m at […] … Continue reading
Inventory day blues
It has been a trying and tiring couple of weeks, and I have one week left before things get to normal. We’re in the middle of getting ready for inventory, with this upcoming Friday being inventory day. I’m currently leading the inventory prep crew, working overnights to get ready. For those of you who have … Continue reading
Short Story: Betrayed — Stefani Writes
“I love you, but…,” Tara began before she faltered. She knew it would be difficult, but she had prepared for this moment. No she didn’t know if she could go through with it, but also knew it was now too late to back out. “What do you mean?” Lenny interrupted her, his forehead furrowed. His […] … Continue reading
It’s only Tuesday
I’m sitting here on my lunch break, counting down the minutes until I have to clock back in. I’d say I’m not looking forward to going back, but the rest of the day looks as though it should be rather quiet. Besides, I only have three more hours until quitting time. Yes! It’s better in … Continue reading
Not my number
I have a coworker who dresses up everyday to go to work. I’ve always admired them for their courage in doing so. It’s not an easy thing to do living in conservative enclave that is Amarillo. It’s not as though I haven’t thought about it. I have. I’ve even had other coworkers ask me why … Continue reading
Another year
I’m not getting any younger. Come Wednesday, I’ll be another year older, and I can feel the years creeping up on me. It’s not entirely unpleasant, except I’m not as limber and agile as I once was. Also my sight isn’t what it used to be. Also I ache more. I don’t seem to bounce … Continue reading
Questions about my sexuality.
Sexuality is a perplexing thing, at least for me. It’s probably why I’m bad at it, or at least finding partners. The root lies partly within the question of my gender. While sexuality and gender may be different things, they are, in my own personal opinion, inexorably linked. It’s inescapable. The question I’m always asked … Continue reading
