A Facebook friend (whom I actually knew slightly before Facebook) teaches 6th grade. He had his students write personal narratives. Some titles: "Oh No My Thumb," "When I Lost My iPod," "My First Cigarette Ever," "When My Mom Had a Zit," and "OUCH!"
● I find it very curious that the Patriot Act adopts the view directly contrary to that of the patriots who said "Give me liberty, or give me death." The Act requires Americans to give up chunks of our right to be free of government interference and scrutiny of our lives, in order to be (allegedly) safer from terrorists.
● I'm amused when I get identical letters addressed to my male and female names. Sorry, Ms. Magazine, I'm not going to subscribe under either one.
● Bloomberg for Mayor ads appeared alongside a news story I was reading (about elections) on Excite.com. I get them on videos on Fail Blog. I got them on WQXR, before it became a listener-supported station. Flyer after flyer appears in my mail. I hate how he wins elections simply by drowning out the messages of his opponents with his billions.
● It's "très," people, not "trés." Merci beaucoup.
Hi! I'm Caprice Bellefleur, a 67-year-old retiree enjoying life in the Big Apple. I'm a mixed-gender male-bodied person. This makes me a transgender person, trans for short. If you call me a crossdresser, I won't object, but crossdressing is just an activity I do to express part of my identity. This blog contains slices of the life of someone who crossdresses, but it's not about crossdressing per se. I hope you enjoy it--and leave a comment!