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I seem to watch more television online than I do on TV these days.

ABC's 20/20 show on Transgender Children...

http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1u29c_transgender-children-part-13

http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1u223_transgender-children-part-23

http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1u1w8_transgender-children-part-33

(Links found on daddysambiguity's journal.)


I had this thought. Forestfen and I currently have DishNetwork with 2 receivers, and we only pay a $5/month charge for having the 2nd receiver. If I were to take the 2nd receiver to my new house, and hook it up to a separate satellite dish, it would probably still work... I doubt the box would be able to figure out it had been moved. That would be cheaper than us paying for 2 separate DishNet subscriptions. Of course, I wouldn't do that, it being against the rules. But it was an interesting thought. As it is, I'm not quite sure if I care enough about watching television anymore, to sign up for satellite or cable at my new house. I probably will eventually, but it's certainly not a major concern. Unlike getting the internet hooked up, which is set for next Tuesday.

I spent my first night at the house yesterday.
Today I replaced the broken handle on the rear storm door. And I cleaned off the little wooden table from the shed, and fixed its drawer. Both tasks involved drilling holes. One hole was through metal. First time I've drilled metal, I think. Wasn't as scary as I imagined.

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The rare occasions wherein someone else has done something which has turned me on have been mostly flukes. The other person did not realize that what they were doing was arousing for me. Even if I let them know, they still don't really understand; they don't have an intuitive grasp of how things do and do not affect me, and how I might react to other stimuli. And even though it may feel good at the time, being aroused, it is disappointing afterwards, realizing this. Realizing that there is no true mental connection between us. That it is all just in my head. That it is hardly any different from having fantasies of my own, in my head.

Perhaps this is normal for other people too. Perhaps it is as normal as accepting that we as humans unfortunately are not telepathic and never will be.