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  • 20 weeks
    Out of estrogen!

    Yeah, the truth is, my mind isn't quite right, right now, because I had to stop taking my usual high doses of estrogen that help me... As such, I have an awful creative block. In the meantime, I've been doing a lot of yoga, meditation, and a little bit of getting high too, if I'm being honest. But fear not, for help is on the way! I've solved my insurance dilemma and early next year, I should be

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  • 47 weeks
    I think I know the real reason?

    I've been doing a lot of thinking about this... I was married for six years and I've had many relationships with people of both genders before and afterward... However, for some reason, I can no longer remember anything good about my past relationships? I don't believe it's really my fault, but for whatever reason, I feel like something was taken from me? Something precious? Now, I'm not a

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  • 48 weeks
    Something happened earlier...

    Hello dear blog! Sure has been awhile! Well, a 19-year-old brony has been reading my stories for YouTube lately and my channel here has gained some popularity because of that. But that's not the biggest part of it... Well, he told me earlier that my Filly Eyes story got him to think that maybe not everyone is awful... The story written by me, a hardcore misanthrope, somehow gave off that

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  • 63 weeks
    Cyber-Scootaloo and Cyber-Twilight

    So out of nowhere, I started writing a Fallout Equestria story yesterday! It's from the first-person perspective of a cyborg... Her name is Scootaloo and she was mortally injured in an accident and cryogenically frozen... Later, she was thawed and rebuilt as a cyborg to save her life! She is built for battle. Her titanium alloy carapace was made to sustain punishment and her metal legs are also

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  • 66 weeks
    The Changeling Metaphor

    A changeling is a creature that feeds off love. They are shapeshifters who take different forms in order to drain others of their love. That's an apt metaphor for the way I used to be when I was pretending to be male. I felt like I had to be this "person" that they wanted me to be, or I would lose their love... And the truly messed up thing is, I was right. However, they're all gone by this stage

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Jun
17th
2020

Working on my project · 4:53pm Jun 17th, 2020

So earlier today, I worked a bit more on chapter 6. It occurs to me that it's important for me to know how Trixie is gonna act once they make it back to the cottage as well as exactly what sort of mother she would be. And so I brainstormed a bit to figure out where she would excel and what areas she could be better at. I also took into account Cozy's superior intelligence and figured out what she would likely do about these issues. I think that before I start writing this tomorrow, I should probably get an idea on these things. It also occurs to me that Trixie is a former show pony. As such, she will try to "sell herself" to Cozy and Cozy will likely see right through this. As such, things could get interesting here...

You know, I never really thought this project would get this big? It all started out with just me staring at a blank Word page and wanting to tell a story. Now there's multiple files, backup copies saved onto another server, a "staff" of sorts, a blog here to log down everything, several diary entries, and additional notes here and there! This is crazy and I really don't wanna stop! I want the world to know what should've happened... But that's exactly why my later chapters tend to be a lot cleaner. Because I prepare very well before I publish.

I was thinking earlier that my mother always wanted me to do something creative and often mentioned Jim Henson, the creator of the Muppets... I think she would really enjoy my story. But the ironic thing about that is, if she hadn't died in such a horrific fashion (slow painful death of brain cancer right before my eyes), I wouldn't have had the necessary trauma to get all of this out of me? Still, I often entertain thoughts about what she might say to me if she ever read my creation... I imagine she would be proud of me? I mean, I'm doing something creative just like she always wanted right?

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