The Reluctant TS
While my intelligence is considering this work as archaeological rubbish, emotionally, it is dear to my heart for it means I will have created the nearest thing to communicating directly to people from the future. Imagine you have just finished this week’s television guide. Naturally you throw it away and it becomes intrinsically worthless. However, seal it up for 300 years and it will be worth many times its weight in gold...to an anthropologist.
The Reluctant TS, at the present time, weighs in at 425,000 not very descriptive and by necessity, short words. What is it? Well, its a strange cow and certainly diverges from my usual projects. It is autobiographical. It may in the future even be a multimedia experience, but in essence, it is a detailed record of the story of twelve years made up of the daily entries from my personal diaries between 1974 and 1986 and from 1992 to the present. I have also added details of earlier times before 1974 and it is, in essence, a timeline of events that lead me to become a transgendered woman and how I found myself.
It traces the evolution of a person of no influence or myself as I was in those days, but intersected with the knowledge and wisdom I have today. It interweaves and dissects facts, old friends, places and events with my present day thinking.
One thing is almost certain though. It will probably never be published in my lifetime. But that doesn't matter. I did not write it for anybody alive anyway! I wrote it so that some spotty, long-haired student in the twenty-third century could read it and get a glimpse of what it was like to be a non-spotty, short-haired, twenty year old lay-about way back hundreds of years ago in the 1970's and 1980's. My main job later on though will be to change all the names so I'm thanking God for search and replace! I have no wish to be sued!
Moreover, parts of it may be deemed racy and not all of it shows goodwill to all people! However, having mentioned that, I may just leave all the names, places and details intact as originally intended. By then, of course, I'll be well practiced at the backstroke in a lake of molten fire so I'm guessing I won’t care!