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Brown Eyed Girl

I wake up most morning and get to look into my girlfriend’s gorgeous brown eyes. With exchanged ‘good mornings’ and, if we have time, some morning snuggles, I know that is the best that it can get right now.

Sometimes, having a partner and being pre-op can be pretty damn hard too.

X Chromosome Shows Why Women Are Different

A recent article on Yahoo described in rather basic terms an article recently published in Nature. The article is limited in its explanation of the science, so if anyone has another link to it, especially on that gets into the nitty-gritty of it, please comment with it below. Cheers!

What is Your Life Rated?

My life is rated R.
What is your life rated?

Thanks to Stacy for the link.

A Note for LiveJournal Folk

Hiya! After doing a bit of self-googling, I noticed that the syndication link for LiveJournal had been broken with my server and engine change. But, after a quick reference in an .htaccess file, all should be fixed now.

Additionally, if you would rather read w3bgrl.co.uk posts in the comfort of your own RSS reader, you can do so using http://www.w3bgrl.co.uk/wordpress/wp-rss2.php.

Thanks to Emma for the link that pointed it out as well.

Happy blogging!

Which Religion Are You?

	You scored as Buddhism. Your beliefs most closely resemble those of Buddhism. Do more research on Buddhism and possibly consider becoming Buddhist, if you are not already. 4% 4% Buddhism 8% Islam agnosticism Hinduism 6%
Satanism

6%

atheism

8%

paganism

3%

Christianity

Judaism

Which religion is the right one for you? (new version)
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What I find odd is that I recently came to the conclusion that Buddhism, while elegant and philosophically healthy, isn’t a good fit for me. I was reading a book by the Dalai Lama recently when, after reading a section that I very much disagreed with, I though, “Dude! You have really lost it.” As I recalled that His Holiness, in part part, defines Tibetan Buddhism, I realized that, while I appreciate the outcome, my path is different.

Thanks to cigfrain for the linkage.

New eDigs

The WordPress default theme was getting on my nerves a bit. Hope you like the new digs.

Waiting, Waiting, Waiting

Were it not completely crystal clear already, I’d emphasize how little love I have for waiting for SRS. At this point, the restrictions are largely financial, and, as I don’t have a UK-based job at the moment, it feels like I should be doing more to fix the situation. Unfortunately, things in the UK tend to move quite a bit slower than those in the States. In many ways, the UK seems to be the polar opposite of the States’ hire-and-fire mentality. As a fair number of folk seem to have an “I shall not be moved” attitude, my patience has had a workout.

Another one of my friends here in the UK came home from her surgery yesterday. She’s looking quite good, much better than Auntie did as a matter of fact. Before Auntie and I drove her home from the hospital, however, we had a pretty stressful day with lots of crying. I was happy to give her a lift home and such, but it seems easy to see how that might be a bit like rubbing salt in the wound.

A Small Side Effect

I am experiencing a small side effect of having made several new friends here in the UK. The larger part of them are post-op, genetic women, or have their SRS scheduled soon. I couldn’t be happier for all of them, but, as you might guess, being the odd one out has a small side effect: a bit of envy. Actually, it’s quite a bit.

I’m trying to not dwell on it too much. It doesn’t seem to lead anywhere positive. This envy could only lead to resentment and more pain if I let it fester. Better to just acknowledge it is there, have a good cry, and try to make something positive of it.

HRT and NHS

I had a bit of an odd set of experiences with my HRT today. I was running a bit low on Premarin and wasn’t going to be back home in time to get it filled at our regular surgery, so I registered as a new, temporary patient in the surgery near Bristol and made an appointment.

The doctor was nice enough, slightly better than my regular one. I gave him the medicines that I am on and he asked how much Premarin I am taking daily. After I told him my current dosage (three 1.25 mg tablets per day), a confused look crossed his face. “Oh, right, I am a pre-op MTF transexual.” After a BP check and a few more questions, he sent me on my way with scripts in paw.

All going well, happy as a clam, I head off to the pharmacy, drop off my scripts and wait for them to be filled. After a few minutes, the pharmacist calls me over and asks, “What dosage have you been on for the Premarin?” I repeated the dosage, agreed that it was a “high” dosage, and, apparently satisfied, he filled it and sent me on my way.

The really nice part of it all was that I got both my scripts on the NHS, rather than having to pay for the Premarin privately. My regular doctor wouldn’t give me the HRT “because of why I was taking it.” My Pyoor friend is of the opinion that making me pay extra for the HRT just because I am trans is illegal; I am inclined to agree and if Auntie and I were planning on staying here any time at all and I had a supply of Premarin I could depend on, I would be much more vocal in my opposition. At the moment, though, I simply plot his doom.