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  • 04 Sep 2016
    Hi gang, It's been way over a year since my surgery (Feb 10, 2015 - I'll never forget this date!) and only just gotten around to experimenting with stimulating myself. Of course my depression has a lot to do with that, bc depression, and the Rx's for it, contribute to low Lobito. Anyway, maybe it is all the attractive women I see at work, but I became aroused last week, and began, umm, experimenting! Now much of what I am going to say comes from a discussion with my surgeon afterwards, because I did not know how an orgasm for a post-op GRS patient manifests itself. My first feeling was the feeling one gets with an erection, not surprising since my clitoris is made from the head of my penis; this is also the feeling a cis woman gets. But the climax is really just mental, bc there is no "ejaculation" anymore, nor is there any fluid discharged from the neo-vagina. The neo-vagina is a "dead-end" cavity that does not secrete any fluid or lubrication the way a natal vagina does. The fluid that drained out next to my finger was just warmed-up, less viscous gel lube I had used. You do have a euphoric feeling afterward, which I have not been able to repeat the second, and only, subsequent time I tried. It was disappointing not being able to repeat the "orgasm"and I haven't had the urge again yet to try again. Well, maybe that woman will come into the store again....my reason for experimenting. I think she likes me. Yikes!
    1898 Posted by robin w
  • 04 May 2013
    Hello everyone! I am writing from my private room in this "prison compound", waiting for a carpet guy to show up to measure for rooms upstairs. This remodeling has taken a toll on my patience, as well as having a houseguest. Trying to get my house on the market is a challenge because I have such an optimistic view of how much carpentry/painting I can get done after work and weekends. It always takes longer!   Bbut my real reason for blogging this morning is to catch you all up on what has been happening. As you know, my best friend/remodel helper/houseguest does not know I am trans, nor am I able to tell him because of his strong anti-GLBT attitude, never midn his strict allegience to Rush Linbaugh. So it has been very hard on me to be "me", having to change in my car on teh way to shopping, appointments, or just out to have a littel "me" time. Hiding my wardrobe (ever increasing in size!) is also a challenge, as stuff is moved room to room as we finsih them off with paint and clearing out junk. It is not often I have a chance to visit GS, as he is always coming in and telliing me of the latest mistake the Democratic party has made. "Google it so yuo can see how they have "effed" up!", etc, etc. He went out of town last night, so I was able to try on one new outfit, but did not go out because it was really a "daytime" look and did not feel like changing. And I did not have anyplace to go, except shopping, and I am waiting until I lose 10 pounds before I treat myself to some black "strappy" heel to go with a new dress I bought! What restraint and self-control! I DO try to keep up with all  my friends on GS, but have so much to catch up on I do not always leave a not that I was here. i am thinking of all of you, Traci,  Jessica, Crysti, Lizbeth,   Shqannon, Sairah, to mention just a few. Love you all and send out major positivve vibes that my house sells quickly, and for lots of money! -Robin xoxo
    1437 Posted by robin w
  • 22 May 2012
    Hi race fans,   I race a Honda RS125 (single cylinder 2-stroke)  at Louden New Hampshire. I've been at this for a long time and is very hard to quit - tried several times when I was unemployed. Anyway I got up there this weekend - here is the story:   My transport/sleeping quarters van was packed Thurs nite. Got home a little from work and finished packing and off to market to get food and stuff. While at the market, I ran into someone from the gun club and we talked a minute, then off to checkout. I picked up a copy of "Glamour" mag and put it on the conveyor belt and teh rest of the groceries and guess who comes in line right behind me? Gun club guy!!! What are the chances, really!? Anyway I distract him talking, looking at him right in the eye and casually take teh magazine that had been scanned by clerk in my cart. He didn't see it - wow!     On the road two hours to the track, there by 9PM. Unload bike, lay out sleeping bag and am asleep quickly. Wake up at 6AM, coffee and then off to get my new helmet, get bike inspected and ready for practice. Since cylinder was "new", I take it easy for a few laps, then I could ring the RS's neck. It seemed really strong and fast.            My race was about 2PM, warm and sunny, about 80F. There are 7 other RS's in my class, 125GP. There are two other classes racing at the same time, for a total of about 30 riders. But I am only competing against the other 7 125's. Flag drops and I am off to a good start (for a change) leaving everyone except 2 RS's in front of me. I never look back, I only know if someone is about to pass when I see a wheel at my knees. I see a wheel come up one me in turn 1 after the first lap, then it disappears - I don't see it again. The race goes 8 laps, and I see the crossed flag that signals the race is half complete - 4 laps to go and no sign of anyone. Two laps later this guy Roland passes me in turn 1 (where the f**k did HE come from??).  I know we have 2 laps to go so I am patient; there are 2 favorite places I like to pass. We cross start finish and see a white flag, last lap! He leaves me no room in T1 to pass, but he is slow thru T1A and I get a fast drive out of T2, then a 100 yard dash to T3, a uphill hairpin turn. I pass him on the inside halfway to T3, and he stays with me on the "line", the best way thru the turn. I outbrake Roland, meaning I go deeper into the turn before braking, so his front wheel is about even with my back wheel.....I am in so fast and tight, I end up using the whole width of the pavement to make the turn, almost grazing my elbow I am leaned over so far to make the turn. This forced poor Roland to probably hit the brakes going uphill - on a 2-stroke! Instant loss of speed. Sorry, Roland, that's racing. Anyway I hit the gas hard and scream uphill then down into the bowl, down to 2nd gear, lightly touching my knee on the pavement and short-shift into 3rd, then 4th, slightly uphill right, to a fast left hander, then just 50 feet to an "off camber" (track is banked away from you, not ideal!) downhill right, then a bunch of chicanes (series of small turns) to a "bus stop" 90 degree left turn onto the straightaway. Still not looking behind, head down behind fairing glass, winding the, er, umm, really revving the life out of the poor engine, to the checkered flag. Third place! I felt a little bad about "closing the door" on old Roland, but 3rd is nicer. And 17th overall out of 30 or so starters. Not bad considering the other classes were 500cc to 650cc bikes. So a great first race weekend. Here is a pic of me I had someone take for me (T2 I think) and my van, which I have to drive to, well, wherever I go.....what do people think when they see me, Robin, getting in this?? -Robin xoxo  ps: photos are not showing up in the blog space so I'll have to post on home page, so all members can see them : ) ps: That doesn't work either - network too busy? You've seen pics of motorcycles anyway.... : /
    962 Posted by robin w
  • 24 Feb 2015
    Well friends, i have finally returned from surgery in PA. After surgery. in my hotel room adjacent my MD's office (i had two follow appts w/ her, so stayed close by), i was feeling a bit nauseaus from anti-biotics and could not find anything to eat that appealed to me. A box of jelly donuts lay unopened (yuk), bangers and mash did not sound so good. Ahha! Pizza! I called to have a pizza delivered adb anxiously waited its delivery. One slice up to my mouth, one bite....nope, this was not on the menu tonight. So the pizza and donuts stayed stacked on a table for a day or two before the sight of the boxes made me sick, so out into the bed of my pickip truck they went.         I left for home on Friday, exactly one week after surgery. It is a long 6-hour drive from PA to Mass, and I stopped in CT at a rest area with a restaurant and gasoline service. I lay in the front seat for 40 min to get off my sore butt area, then got a coffee. As i exited the shop i noticed a mass of seagulls swarming about the parking lot. "OMG! The pizza!" As i got to my truck, there were at least 10 - 12 gulls IN the back of my truck, trying to hoist a fully frozen platter of 7 slices of a pie, or a frozen jelly donut (must have been 8oz each they were so big!), and dozebs flying above. I shooed them into the lot, cars beeping at them as they walked about the lot, not wanting to leave the pizza i had thrown into the parking lot lanes like a frizbee! Luckily, no "stains" on my truck from the little fellows. It looked like  a scene out of "The Bird's!"    -Robin
    954 Posted by robin w
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Adventures of Robin, Part 1
Hey guys! The big news, as you may know, is I moved from Cape Cod, MA to Charleston, SC. So I moved myself, using my brother's 7x14' enclosed trailer. I used it to move last year, so I figured it would be fine. It only needed brake lights, which I solved with some magnetic lights that tow trucks use, with the added caution of zip-tying them to the trailer as well. I made it just over the bridge in Fall River (60 miles) when drivers signaled that I had a problem. Great. I could see a light dragging in my mirror and pulled over to reattach it, though the bulb was smashed. Well, I had one taillight! Another bumpy section of road dislodged the remaining light, though the lens was gone, the bulb was still working. I stoped in Wyoming, RI to get a bulb at a hardware store but the other light would not illuminate, so it was onward with one trailer light. The trailer is as wide as my pickup, so one can't see my truck tai lights, either. So I pushed onward thru CT, NY, and into NJ. Again on the turnpike, I got shouted messages of "...your trailer tire!" Great. I pulled into the first rest area/fuel/food stop to check it out. Oh yeah, totally shredded tire, right down to the wheel! Well I sighed, I have a spare. I pulled the vinyl cover off the spare to find.......a padlock on the wheel! No key, we never looked at it, ever! Think, think. I found the closest Home Depot, who was unable to make a key, so I bought 24" bolt cutters ($25). They easily cut the lock off and I changed the tire, but noting it was a bit soft, as was the remaining tire which had bad cracks in the sidewalls, I spent the night at the rest stop, 9mm Walther pistol at my side; I slept pretty well stretched out on my front seat. Next morning I aired up the tires and was back on the Turnpike. I made it maybe two miles before I was informed again by passing motorists that my trailer had a flat tire! I pulled off at the first exit, took a left and stopped at the first service station. They understood my plan to drive to SC ("you'll never make it") and found me four new Light Truck load range 'C' tires for $600' and had them on in 90 minutes; back on the road with new "kicks." I did notice that the tire changer had wrapped wire around the trailer tongue. It was the trailer light wires that were ripped down off the trailer frame by a piece of flapping, rotating, tire shredding. So I stopped at an auto parts store and bought two new tai lights, that I would re-attach at a later time. That later time came at 4pm, just outside Richmond, VA, when it clouded over and started raining. No way I was going to continue in heavy traffic without lights, so I pulled into a motel for the night. The next morning I re-spliced the borked wires back together and hooked up the new lights. Success! I made the remaining 10 hours without incident, arriving in SC at my daughter's before dark. Quite a trip...moving is never easy, but it cost me $600 in tires, which my brother said I now own the trailer! I don't know if that is a good thing or not! Anyway, my daughters Honda Accord blew its head gasket and is deemed not worth repairing. So Part II of this trip covers my flight back to Cape Cod to drive back a 1997 Jeep Grand Cherokee, with about 165k on it. I keep my fingers crossed, though if feel pretty good about the reliability of the Jeep. But what do I know? Robin


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  • Jessica Nova
    Jessica Nova Hi Robin. WOW girl , you got it done!! Good job. Sounds like it was quite the experience though which in a way is really good.. now it is over heheh. Now another adventure with a repeat lol! I wish you smooth traveling this go around. Charleston is a beau...  more
    June 12, 2015 - 1 likes this
  • Briana Q
    Briana Q Wow - blazing a trail and being a pioneering woman while in route - you go girl! : )
    June 12, 2015 - 1 likes this
  • robin w
    robin w Pioneer woman blazing a trail! I like that! Although an uneventful, boring drive would have saved me $600!
    June 13, 2015 - 1 likes this