I am strange.
But that's a constant. A reality created by my will that is beyond my ideas of that reality. There is always a vanishing point, always applied something else, something in the distance beyond your reach. But as you drive down this road of life you slowly, or quickly, realize that the Surreal has become the real. Reality as malleable as by our perception, the illusions of such. Strange conversations in places with strange people you never thought you could have just even a year ago.

Which brings up yet another tranny related post. As I recall yesterday, going from my work to my home, to Rock Bottom Seafood in Cedarville, if you're in my neighborhood, you have to go there for some good ol' New England Clam Chowdah.

And I'm off again, Down to CIGSYA to meet some of my friends, and from there to stop over at the local Christian communist shop for some China Cola...

And, in an eternity, I find myself glancing at the Waiter in a T.G.I. Fridays as he nervously glance to my table, with a few trannies in chairs gathered around waters and an ale - and a Coke for me, of course - as the conversation gravitates around penises. Which ones match your skin tone, which ones are ridiculously long or small, how one could make one yourself out of a condom and some hair gel.

I don't think a year ago I'd've been this far out of my shell to be able to pull some of this of.

I am Thankful for Character development, without it, I would still be in my perpetual state of boredom.