Why I love Whole Wheat Radio.

I have heartily recommended Whole Wheat Radio to all those I know. It's more than a webcast - more than a chat - it's a living, breathing community I'm happy to be part of. This article from the Anchorage Daily News will explain its uniqueness.
On WWR I hear music and artists I usually cannot hear anywhere else. And the "Wheatheads" have been and continue to be friends, fans, an impromptu support group - I love them. And when my mother died back in March, Jim and the Wheatheads were a source of comfort.
I tried a self-exile from WWR beacuse I felt I was on there too much - but I just can't stay away. They have accepted me despite (or perhaps because of) my eccentricities. Only one person in chat did not accept my being TG and said so - the other Wheatheads, bless 'em, came to my defense.
Here's to Jim and Esther and my dear Wheathead friends.

A brief rant.

I stated that I would try not to clutter this blog with items regarding my transgenderism. I realize that too many people object to it. It was hard for me to imagine why, until someone mentioned something to the effect of "How do you feel about child molestation? Bestiality? Incest?" I had to admit that I found them repugnant, highly unnatural. "That," my correspondent said, "is what much of the public thinks about the transgendered."
Said public has an unfortunate habit of linking TGs and gays with child molesters et al. Making wild post hoc ergo propter hoc statements, they claim without the slightest ion of backing evidence that homosexuality and transgenderism coexist with, lead to, or promote child molestation, incest, polygamy, and so on. All rubbish.
As for myself - I can truthfully say that I have never had any sort of sexual or prurient interest in children, animals, or relatives.

Or men, for that matter.

Catching up.

Yeah, it's been quite a while since the last post. I don't have the luxury of updating this blog every other hour or so as J-Walk seems to do.
A few weekends ago, I drove my dad to a reunion of his Air Force buddies. He had his 69th birthday a few days earlier, and had developed sleeping problems. He was afraid of falling asleep at the wheel during the two-hour drive so he asked me to drive him. Many of his old friends remembered me from when I was a kid.
Dad later underwent tests and was diagnosed with sleep apnea, and was given a CPAP machine to keep him from suffocating when sleeping.
I managed to find a copy of Julia Cameron's "The Artist's Way" (I had looked in the art sections of bookstores, when I should have gone to the self-help section - which I eventually did). I'll put it into practice soon. Also, I decided to get a perm, to give my growing hair some body.
My comic has something of a following. When I have to choose between updating it or this blog, the comic takes priority.