Just Me
Hi Evereyone. I've spent about a month looking at alternatives to Yahoo 360, and hoping at the same time that Yahoo would get this thing straightened out. Well, nothing has really changed accept that I have missed my attachment to this site and the contact with so many of my dear friends. So I have decided to continue here for the a while longer and hope that it all comes together. I hope you will not give up on me, and i will certainly not give up on you.
Ialso hope you are enjoying your summer and have not been burdened with the pain and loss that so many have experienced this year at the hands of Mother Nature. So much of this country has been rocked by fire, flood, tornado, hurricane, and so on. Let's hold on to each other. Hugs, Mary
Hi All,
As you can tell, it has been some time since I have composed anything here at 360. Quite frankly, i had hoped for the longest time that Yahoo would get this place straightened out but it seems it is not going to happen.
Anyway, I have decided to close this homepage and direct my efforts elsewhere. I will close this site on the First of August, but will remain at Yahoo Messenger and Flickr. Additionally, you may find me at MySpace or Crossdressers.com
I hope we will all stay in touch, and I wish to thank you all for your support, encouragemment and above all, your friendship.
To you folks at Yahoo, you have 9 days to change my mind.
Hugs, Mary Louise Morgan
I spend some time each week reading and occassionally responding to questions on some of the CD/TG meesage boards around the internet and I am always amazed at how much we think we disagree at the beginning of a thread, and how we seem to come together at the end of the same thread. Imagine having the same discussion/conversation with a wife or significant other, mom or dad, sister or brother when they know even less about the topic of crossdressing and being transgender. Within our community we argue a great deal about the definitions of the terms we use to identify ourselves and yet we speak as though these same terms are universally understood.
Add to this problem the fact that most of us are looking for acceptance, help, understanding and want so badly to get the responses that we want to hear without stopping to think about the other person's point of view. Have they had a bad day? Are they secure in their own identity? Are they tired? Are they mad about something? Are they mad at you? Is this really a good time? Are you really prepared?
Of course all you can do is your best, but it is as important when talking about our gender issues as with anything that we be prepared, do our homework, use support documents, be thorough, and mostly be sensitive to the needs of the person we are talking to, to be hopeful but realistic. Remember, for most of us, this has been a life-long issue, for that important family member or friend this is a whole new ballgame and one that comes with alot of societal ignorance and prejudice. Try your hardest to do your best. It will have to be enough.
Today is Easter, the earliest Easter any of us will experience in our lifetime. I wish you all a very happy day filled with family and love.
Tomorrow would have been my mother's 86th birthday. As I have stated before, she passed in 2006. I seemed to have made peace with her passing but cannot get her out of my mind. Hardly a day goes by that I do not think of this woman who was a central figure in my life for 59 years. I am reminded of the sacrifices she made for her children and especially for me, her eldest. Every Easter was a big deal. We did not have much money though Mom and Dad both worked, so for weeks before Easter, Mom would sew on a new dress for my younger sister and a new dress coat and trousers for me. How I wanted one of those pretty Easter dresses, and how I resented my sister for getting one. The Saturday night before Easter Sunday was spent coloring hard-boiled eggs, and the next morning they would be found throughout the yard apparently hidden by the Easter Bunny who by the way, also brought baskets full of candy, peeps, jelly beans, chocolate rabbits, etc. Years later when I had my own family, I would repeat this exercise, all but the sewing.
Anyway, Easter and of course her birthday are two more occassions to remember Mom and thank her for her dedication to me. I loved her dearly and miss her immensely. The photo above is my way of pay tribute to Mom on this occassion. She was a teacher, and this is like the images I have of her as she left for school each day.
I have taken her name for my own and find it very comfortable. We were so much alike.
Happy Easter, Mary