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  • 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
    1790 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
    1478 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.... : /
    1329 Posted by robin w
  • 03 Oct 2013
    Final chapter! OK, so we got money from home and are about to limp back to Cape Cod from Jacksonville, FLA. Spirits were good, considering, still had not bought new food, so everything has a slight "gas" smell to it. No biggie, we had worse! We had to stuff gaping holes in the side of the bus, welds on the corner panels broke and created huge "air intakes" into the bus, nto good for heading back to northeast (it is February, remember!).  So we stuffed the openings with our foam mattresses, towels, anything. I was driving, Dave was my navigator, and both Bill's were sleeping in back. The drive was uneventful until we got to DC. I95 was under construction, and there were detours this way, and that way, and this way it was about midnight. Up ahead, I see a "Y" in teh road, I95 detours to left, local traffic right. I was in the middle lane, and headed left to I95, when the bus lurches right....I fight the steering to stay left.....pushing, pushing right.....suddenly i see big letters, SMASH, the rear view mirror on teh door is gone and a large box truck is inches from the drivers window. I could see the rusted screws holding the aluminum panels on teh frame! We got sideswiped! He headed right, he just made it, before the divider began. Crikey! "what was THAT!" comes from the back of teh bus..."Nothing, construction, bad roads, no worries..".  Satisfied, teh two Bills are back to sleep. We are oputside DC now, and teh inside of the bus is freezing. We had a propane heater in front, and it had an open flame, but was "guarded" by a wire screen. We also had an army blanket over our lap....Dave says" you smell smoke?"...."Yeah, ..", I look down and the blanket is on fire! We stomp it out,laughing hysterically, and again concern comes from the two Bills..."Nothing, just tired and looney up here..", satisfied, back to sleep.      I drove to the New Jersey line, I think, and pulled over just past teh toll gate to change drivers. After one nanosecoond, a state trooper pulls up behind us, gets out, and starts a "safety inspection" on Bill's bus! Billis standing there, listening: Trooper: "No right rear taillight, no bumper, no license plate light...", writing this all down as he walks up teh driver's side of the bus, stopping at teh driver's door, "No rearview mirror...", "WAIT," protests Bill, "i have a rear view moirror!" walking up teh the door, and turns to look at us, totally bewildered, "WHAT happened to my mirror? What are all these scratches on teh side of my bus?" So we told him about DC and teh blanket, but he didn't think it was so funny at teh time. I don't remember if the trooper really wrote him up or gave a warning, not quite fair after what we'd been thru! So Bill S (my current house guest) drives, Bill F was still tired, so I stayed as navigator. We had gone an hour or so, maybe more, and I was nodding off now and then, when Bill shakes me awake...."I think we are lost!"  So I clear my eyes an look around, we are in a city! "What, how did we get here, I'm thinking", looking around. Then I see a sign that locates us....we are in Newark, NJ, not teh friendliest place on earth. "How did he drive off teh highway?" i am wondering...just like Jacksonville, I guess!    So I am trying to figure where the highway would be, when I spot like, five brothers hanging on a doorstep...."Dude! Which way to the highway??" Now these guys were looking at me, the bus, the boards on top, and figuring, "man you gonna get yo ass....." but as soon as teh "y" in "highway" left my lips,  police sirens erupted just blocks behind us. I had my head out the window, and looked back toward the sound of teh sirens, then back to the boyz, and they had big smiles on their faces, were hooting, and "Yeah man, turn left right here and it's just up a block on teh right, can't miss it!" 'Thanks dude!" and I wave them and they are jumping up and down, having great pleasure in aiding our "escape."    And that was about the last event that happened, I think dave and i went back to driving so we would stay on teh MAIN ROADS! When we got back to the Cape, Bill junked his bus a month later....another friend was following us to the junk yard, as we were about to cross the intersection of Rt 134 and Lower County Road, we saw Rusty coming toward us, beeping and pointing at teh bus, and we are like, "Yeah, hi Rusty". The jwe look back at teh road and there is a tire and wheel preceeding us into the intersection. We look at each other, and get thru teh intersection and pull was the rear driver's side wheel had come off! Totally cool!       The End
    1259 Posted by robin w
Society Girl's Personal Blogs 2,939 views Sep 04, 2016
Post-op orgasm??
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 reason for experimenting. I think she likes me. Yikes!

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