tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199495602008-07-17T11:47:02.514+10:00an Australian FtM's journeyNickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16961649017794721861noreply@blogger.comBlogger73125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949560.post-3026293341915377572006-11-11T20:29:00.000+11:002006-11-12T01:19:36.098+11:00

Hello, Buddha? I was just wondering, you wouldn't happen to have Krishna and Jesus' phone numbers, would you? You do? Could you please pass a message along to them? Actually, while you're at it, maybe send an e-mail out to all your buddies if it's not too much to ask, because HELP ME! I may not know what it's like to be held in a filthy underground prison for no good reason, my family and

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Kate can tell me that I taste like fish biscuits anytime. Especially when she's wearing that little dress.

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... is my voice back. 2 weeks ago I was commenting on how nice and mellow my voice was getting, how smooth and open my voicebox felt. Now I fluctuate between sounding like I'm on the verge of losing my voice and sounding like I'd just woken up. In fact, my voice breaks when I try to sing in my mid-to-high ranges, or else no sound comes out at all. Other than that, the nice mellow timbre is gone

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God, I can't think about anything other than sex. It's difficult to sit and concentrate for long periods of time, and it certainly brings to me a new meaning to the term "raging hormones". I wonder if all teenage boys go through this during puberty. Is it as intense as I'm feeling it? Or is it more a gradual, prolonged suffering that they face? I'm starting to understand why most teenaged boys

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I had my first shot of T today. I know, I should sound a little more excited. The truth is, I don't think I can come up with a sentence that would do justice to the event that may well be the first true step towards me being able to live my life as I want. Again, it all actually happened a lot faster than I ever imagined it would. On Tuesday, I finally had my second appointment with my

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What a day, what a day. Spent the whole day at a rider training course, and came home with mixed feelings. After all the scrambling I'd done yesterday, things didn't go so smoothly and I had to spend an extra $150 out of pocket today because I was careless about having a good look over my bike. Add to that the fact that I picked up a fucking nail in my rear tire somewhere on the way home. Anyway

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Had my first visit to see Dr.H, my endocrinologist. He was certainly a lot nicer than I'd imagined, although I'm not sure why I'd imagined a stuffy old strictly-facts type in the first place. Well, I suppose his waiting-room (well, the waiting room he shares with his other colleagues in Bondi Junction) doesn't help - lots of nice art pieces, but the receptionists were a little cold and harried

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Post about the book

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The last time I posted I was a little bummed about the whole "starting transition" process. Based on the many stories I'd heard and the information both given to me and out there on the internet, I was starting to worry that it would take forever to start on T and get going on starting this new phase of life. Those of you who've read my blog from the beginning will know that I'm sort of in a "

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Well, we've officially seen the first day of spring, and we couldn't see a more perfect start to the new cycle of the seasons. The flowers are already in full bloom, the weather's just perfect to spend the day outdoors, and the bees are hard at work doing what they do best. I've been living my weeks walking around in a daze, surrounded by a haze of puppy love. Or at least that's what it feels

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Damned t.a.g-board! Had to clear it up and lost a whole bunch of messages that used to be on it. *insert angry fuming emoticon here* Posted in website

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No, it's not the name of a tropical cocktail. You know how they say that going through T is like going through puberty all over again? I may not have that prescription in my hot little hand just yet, but I *am* going through another delightful/unfortunate aspect of those pubescent years - I have a crush on my teacher! lol To clarify: I'd finally decided on taking an advanced Italian course

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Oh, it's been a while since the last post. So much has happened, so many notes I'd quickly jotted down in my organiser that I'd thought I'd post here about. And as most of you who blog would know, now that the passion, the here-and-now emotions are no longer fresh in mind, I don't know if I can do justice to reporting these events. I guess the most important issue the last time I posted was

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I've decided to enrol in a class or two to either brush up on certain skills that I used to have (e.g. playing the guitar, drums or piano, singing, judo, working with glass, ballroom dance or language classes) or to pick up some new skills (e.g. life drawing, a new sport, swing dance or a new language). Going through the list, I've eliminated the following: guitar, drums and piano: since all I

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So, tomorrow's the next session with the counsellor, and tomorrow's the day I will come home with that referral. Have also been bumping into people I haven't seen in AGES, so that's been very nice. Not in the mood to post in-depth today, but I'm sure I'll have lots to talk about late tomorrow. A bientot! Posted in counselling

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Deadlines, deadlines! Will have to bite the bullet tomorrow. Posted in website

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... than to have never loved at all. Someone said this to me 4 years ago and I promptly smacked him upside the head, then proceeded to explain relentlessly why I disagreed with him. How could anyone ever wish to experience the excruciating pain of having to let go of the love of your life? The indescribable pain that goes right through you, that makes your heart clench tightly and makes you feel

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... you are the Weakest Link. (Am I mixing up game shows here?) Ok, I'm being mean. Nikki wasn't kicked out, she was let go of with much sorrow and heartbreak. And so the Tribe is down to 2 active members. Because I moved to a 1-bedroom apartment from a shared house with a big backyard, I've had to think about giving poor Nikki away for adoption. Being a Beagle, she's very high-energy and needs

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What I'd give to get a jawline like that! (see post below) Let's see if anyone has any tips online! Eta: The general consensus seems to be that it's up to genetics and body fat levels to determine one's jawline. And then of course there's cosmetic surgery involving jaw implants. The other school of thought is that doing facial exercises will tone and slightly alter the various features on your

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So, I finally got a haircut. For those of you who don't already know, about 2 1/2 years ago, I lost my mind and put my hair into dreadlocks. Summer came, summer went, and not being able to run my finers through my hair started to drive me nuts, so about 18 months later, I cut them all off and ended up with the shortest hair I've ever had, about 2-3 inches long all over. I've had a year to grow

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The last couple of weeks have been cold and rainy, but as expected, it's turned warmer and sunny this last week. Experts predict a mild winter for us in Oz, which has brought back thoughts of zipping through the countryside on my bike, enjoying the splashes of red, orange and gold that line the country roads. Now that I've left you with that image, I might introduce you to the Duke of my dreams.

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Yes, I know the saying is "finish line" and not starting line, but then it wouldn't make all that much sense now, would it? So the last counselling session at The Gender Centre was pretty much a waste of time and left me in a bit of a funk three weeks back, making me feel like I'm going nowhere with this. It was such a let-down that I didn't know what to expect from today's session. However, it

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I've just put tags on all the back posts and will be using them from now. I was thinking of using del.icio.us and technorati to organise them, but didn't like the fact that my tags would be stored on a different server, as well as the fact that users would have to browse to an external website in the course of surfing through the categories, so I've kept it in-house and gotten rid of the tags

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Ok, so my little bubba Sasha had knee surgery a year ago because her knee-cap kept popping out of place, due to her genetic predisposition to having a shallow groove where it's supposed to sit, as well as the fact that she's a little bow-legged in her hind legs. She was only 2 years old at that point so it wasn't really bothering her, but she'd have to sort of kick her leg back increasingly to

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16961649017794721861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19949560.post-1149423087602064182006-06-04T20:54:00.000+10:002006-10-15T11:22:50.415+10:00

There are so many things I want to write about on here! I just can't bring myself to sit down and write it... maybe at the end of the week when I'll finally be done with this damned project. One thing I can write about right now is my new nickname (hee! Get it? Nick. Name.) that I've been christened with. You'll probably have seen it all over this page by now, and I absolutely love it! Nickles!

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