Dorothy Colleen

Phobia

Phobia

Ever been scared of something?

Not just a little scared, but turn-white-and-faint, heart-caught-in-your-chest and soil-your-pants scared?

I had something I was that scared of as a kid. Something that made The Monster In The Closet or The Thing Under The Bed minor inconveniences in comparison.

It was a girl.

It was THE GIRL.

Not that SHE looked scary, or creepy, but just the fact SHE existed at all.

Because SHE was inside my head, always after me to let HER out.

Five Years Gone, and Ten Years Gone

Five Years Gone, and Ten Years Gone

The Dead Kid, and The Dead Kid Returns

The Dead Kid, and The Dead Kid Returns

The Dead Kid Returns

The Dead Kid Returns

Notification Service

Notification Service

In every age, in every war, there have been casualties. And along with casualties, there are the loved ones left behind. In recent times, there has been a recognition that those families need help when the news is brought to them of the loss of the one they loved, and so each conflict had its own way to give the sad news, and help the families pick up the pieces afterwards, and have made a service to meet that need.

And now, with a new war waging, that service is needed again. The fact that the war is secret, that neither side is an official combatant, and that the casualties are mostly civilians is not a concern to that service. They are needed, and so they are on duty, for as long as the war lasts.....

Autobiographical Stories

Autobiographical Stories by Dorothy

"E-Girl" Universe stories

"E-Girl" Universe stories

Essays

Essays

Songs (Parodies)

Songs (Parodies)

Autobiographical Letters


Autobiographical Letters

The Lucky One

The Lucky One

Dorothy's drabbles

Dorothy's Drabbles

Poetry


My poetry

Vision Spring

Vision Spring

XX/XY

XX/XY
 
by Dorothy Colleen
 
Copyright© 2010 Dorothy Colleen
All Rights Reserved.

I Woke

I Woke

By Dorothy Colleen

 
I woke, and realized I was restrained. I also felt a terrible dislocation in time. I somehow knew I had been unconscious for a significant period of time. Fear poured over me. Had I been kidnapped:?

Dorothy Colleen

Dorothy Colleen

Stories and Poems

found my glasses, Yay!

I found my glasses. Somehow,they had fallen behind my bed. So that's better. Last night, I was talking to a co-worker about where I am, and where I hope to be, and it occurred to me that once I have my name change, I'll be as done as I expect to be, since SRS is not a realistic goal. So in one way, I'll never be a full woman.

And that hurts.

Ah, well.

happy anniversary to Queen Liz

Her Royal Highness, Queen Elisabeth the Second, Queen of Canada (and some other countries too), celebrates 60 years on the throne. Not bad, eh?

managed to hit myself in the face at work

Well, I managed to hit myself in the face last night at work. Not fun.

Lost my glasses, very frustrated

Well, I somehow lost my glasses today. I'm really frustrated with myself.

scientific question

I have scientific question. Does anyone know why we have 60 seconds in a minute, 60 minutes in an hour?

BIG NEWS!

Well, last night, before I went to work, my mom let me know that my ex mentioned reading my letter when she dropped off Sam after having her for the day. Mom said that my ex's only comment was, "Well, he'll always be Todd to me." If that's the wost that comes out of this, its a pretty darn good result.

Then, I got to work, and my supervisor passed on a compliment from the day staff in the fashion department . He said they had said, "Can we keep her?" So that made me feel pretty good.

Had a nice lunch with a friend

Just got back from lunch with a friend from the local trans support group. It was really nice, especially when they said I'm more feminine than most of the other members, some of whom have already transitioned fully.

A cry in the dark

A Cry in the Dark

Author's note. This is a sequel to "You", and has some tough emotional moments, including the allusion to a sexual assault. Read with care.

It was quiet in the hospital, with only the soft sounds of the machines to keep the girl in the bed company. Once in a while a nurse would come in, but otherwise, the girl had no visitors. This gave the girl a chance to think, especially about how she ended up here.

It started with one tragic fact. Although she knew she was a girl, to the people around her, she appeared to be a boy.

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