I feel the need to share something deeply personal and exposing (look away now if you're at all of an erotic disposition):
My completely weird and feeble excuse for disappearing from the forum for so long (not that I was a massively weighty or noticeable presence to begin with, LOL!) is that... well, to put it bluntly, I've been turning from a lass into a bloke.
Well. That's a bit too blunt, perhaps.
I've been transitioning from my biological gender so that my outward self more accurately reflects my inner being. 
My family is taking it wonderfully, all told. My sister refuses to talk about it, but she'll still talk about other things with me. My Gran has demonstrated her acceptance by buying me a men's set of woolen warmers for my birthday (she deals with most things through the purchase of thermal accessories).
My Mother... my Mother has erected a gay-and-transsexual themed Christmas tree. Not a reaction amongst the stock ones you're led to expect, but still marvellous. It has rainbow baubles and sparkly foam cupcakes and Disney character ornaments and a Queen of the Pride Parade fairy on top.
It's amazing - AMAZING - all of the advice, support and gear out there for female-to-male transsexuals. I'm still in the exciting phase of discovering it all. I bought a binder and a packer (a pretend penis - I don't wear it on a day-to-day basis as it often falls down the leg of my boxers, but still, it's nice to know I have one) and am generally feeling a lot happier than I have in years.
Strangely, the discovery of my transsexuality has coincided with an urge to dig my Yamaha keyboard out from under the bed and make sweet, sweet music. I have, in short, decided to cope with the trials and tribulations of transition (pardon my alliteration) through the medium of... music.
And what use is making music if one does not share it?
So I give you a little number I wrote around 1949 (about ten minutes to eight) about a disturbing incident in which I lost my Mr. Limpy prosthetic penis.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eoCJhPbvsUI&con....._JdqSIAufy
'Never trust a man in a blue trench coat,
Never drive a car when you're dead.'
(Telephone Call From Istanbul, Tom Waits)
Don't be a stranger.
