To Those Who Have Had To Make Choices

"The Truth"

I scarcely know where to start,
I barely know what to say,
The time seems so right now,
As a beginning...I'm not gay.

They say it was my mind,
That decided this thing,
It causes me great anguish,
And what problems it would bring.

My mother says she loves me,
Always followed by "still",
My father won't speak to me,
And probably he never will.

My wife has moved out now,
My children confused,
What friends still remain,
Seem helpful or amused.

A job I have soon disappears,
Lack of income will cost me a home,
Co-workers scoff and scorn me,
Dear God....I'm alone.

One night while sleeping,
From an exhausting day of life,
The phone started ringing,
It was my ex-wife.

She was having problems,
And needed to talk,
I offered to come over,
And discuss it all while taking a walk.

It all seems so natural,
As the two of us spoke,
That is when it happened,
My heart had awoke.

I looked into her eyes,
And wiped away the tears,
"My Darling, please be my friend,
And preserve all of our years".

She seems so different,
She smiled and began,
I found a friend in a woman,
Who used to be a man.

So take this to your heart,
Believe that it is so,
It's not what's on the outside,
But it's what is in your soul.

Riki Ann Maginley-Covington

ELEGANZA II

I close my eyes and wait for your kiss,
Your lips, and the feel of your breath --
A fragrance as sweet as freshly cut pears.
My spirit trembles like a terrified child,
Trembling with the joy of you so near.

The moon fills our room with a cool stoic light
Blanketing our passions on this special night.
Then, your warmth chases the chill
With the heat you pour into my heart.
Your love melts me like sun melts snow.
Oh, how magically you make my emotions show!
Oh, how generously you lift
My spirit to make it go
To a world where love sings
And emits a sensual glow
While you give me more love
Than any woman has right to know.

The weight of your breasts upon mine,
The warmth of your hips merging
With my sense of time,
And the delicate fingers that
Milks my oyster,
Teaches me to emit a feminine wine.
Each moment twists our souls
And leaves us entwined
In our magical, whimsical and
Supposedly sinful crime.

Are you a dream, Eleganza,
Or truly a creation of feminine elegance
Empowered with passion and lust,
And possessed with unimaginably erotic
Techniques to reach into my soul?

So precise is your kiss
That it weakens my joints, opens my pores,
Accelerates my breathing,
And makes my body ache for you more.

I weep only because I cannot understand
Their claim that God
Makes you my forbidden pleasure
As though you were that delicious apple
Eve was forbidden to eat.
Yet, so long as I know the taste of you,
I cannot ignore my hunger.

Yet, placed between Lust and Law,
What does a woman do?
Lust is divine.  Lust satisfies my spirit
Like a finely aged wine;
Law serves only to keep me silent
And my hunger sublime.

My face between your limbs:
Is this my sin?
Or, is my crime that I
Berate the sanctity of males --
Men who prance like gods,
Or gods who prance like men?
Yet, why should I obey their rules,
And laws
I took no part to create,
Or religions
That only serve to subjugate?

I come to you, falsely accused of gender: male-born,
But female in mind, heart and soul;
And now -- while even feminine in stature --
I bathe in your love and fully submit
To your female grandeur.
Need anyone deny me this right
To be your faithful partner,
My angel, my savior, my queencess, my Eleganza?

Those sisters who announce that my male half is
Sacrilege, ignore my breasts and sacred portal,
That you so willingly ravish and I so willingly offer.
They brings us both such delightful pleasures.
Why won't they leave us alone, Eleganza?

If their Holy Book speaks the truth,
Will their God not
Forgive our momentary misdemeanor?

They wail of freedom and the right to choose;
Yet, they would attempt
To deny us our intimate chance
To be united as one and to romance
Our decision to love woman to woman,
And my will not to live as a man.

Sweeter hypocrites, I could neither find,
Nor understand.

Each day fills our lives with memories
Reminding us of passions we've taken
From the joy of you inside me.
Decipher the fears from which I've fled
And feed this womanly thing you've laid on your bed.

Oh, how magically you make my emotions show!
Oh, how generously you lift my spirit
And make it go
To a world where love sings
And emits a sensual glow
While you gives me more love
Than any woman has right to know.
Eleganza, I love you so!

Eleganza, you know my past --
A past that never grew a beard,
A past I've not had severed,
Nor need to,
For it cannot rise;
For I am a woman
In mind, heart and soul;
And now -- while even feminine in stature --
I bathe in your love
And fully submit to your female grandeur.
And I am your woman, Eleganza.

The wench who teases you is my enemy.
She whispers in your ear
Whenever my back is turned.
She will burn.  She will burn
By the same fire that excites
Her when she looks at you.
That same fire excites me too.

I know of her, Eleganza. I've watched her too
-- watched her and have studied her
As she flirts with you.
My study shall undo my foe,
Though you do not know that I know.

For now I will serve you breakfast in bed,
And deliver your hot cup of tea.
I shall nibble your pearl with my painted lips,
While my hands on your thighs
Feel you lift your hips.
Oh, I will be the lady
Who launches your ship!

Light a cigarette, my angel.
Savor the pleasure of having taught me
To taste the sweetness of you.
Then, let it flow for me,
Until it fills the fold of my tongue
And tells me the deed is done.

Then, spank me, if such is your will
To reward my bottom with your
Playfully masochistic skills.
Massage the crevices
You've made so womanly
Through the tenderness of your touch.

Then, roll me onto my back
And insert your strapped toy!
I lift my knees and moan with joy
Fully submitting to your female grandeur.
These lips part to embrace
Your phallic instrument
And stroll with you
To that place of female contentment.

Oh, I love you so deeply, my Eleganza!
No woman could love another more sweetly.

Our sisters might never approve
Of the love we share.
They might taunt and tease,
Then demand that we severe
Our union of woman and what once was a man,
But only because there is so much they do not understand.
Defining gender solely on body parts,
They ignore the woman in my mind, soul and heart.
They ignore the attributes
From which I could never part
While fully submitting to your feminine grandeur.

Oh, I love you so deeply, my Eleganza!
No woman could love another more sweetly.

Roberta Angela Dee / obedientfe...@aol.com  @>>~>~>~~~~~~~
Founder of TG Woman
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/tgwoman/

(c) 2002 -- Roberta Angela Dee

All rights reserved.  This work must not be duplicated or redistributed without
the author's expressed permission.

ELEGANZA II

I close my eyes and wait for your kiss,
Your lips, and the feel of your breath --
A fragrance as sweet as freshly cut pears.
My spirit trembles like a terrified child,
Trembling with the joy of you so near.

The moon fills our room with a cool stoic light
Blanketing our passions on this special night.
Then, your warmth chases the chill
With the heat you pour into my heart.
Your love melts me like sun melts snow.
Oh, how magically you make my emotions show!
Oh, how generously you lift
My spirit to make it go
To a world where love sings
And emits a sensual glow
While you give me more love
Than any woman has right to know.

The weight of your breasts upon mine,
The warmth of your hips merging
With my sense of time,
And the delicate fingers that
Milks my oyster,
Teaches me to emit a feminine wine.
Each moment twists our souls
And leaves us entwined
In our magical, whimsical and
Supposedly sinful crime.

Are you a dream, Eleganza,
Or truly a creation of feminine elegance
Empowered with passion and lust,
And possessed with unimaginably erotic
Techniques to reach into my soul?

So precise is your kiss
That it weakens my joints, opens my pores,
Accelerates my breathing,
And makes my body ache for you more.

I weep only because I cannot understand
Their claim that God
Makes you my forbidden pleasure
As though you were that delicious apple
Eve was forbidden to eat.
Yet, so long as I know the taste of you,
I cannot ignore my hunger.

Yet, placed between Lust and Law,
What does a woman do?
Lust is divine.  Lust satisfies my spirit
Like a finely aged wine;
Law serves only to keep me silent
And my hunger sublime.

My face between your limbs:
Is this my sin?
Or, is my crime that I
Berate the sanctity of males --
Men who prance like gods,
Or gods who prance like men?
Yet, why should I obey their rules,
And laws
I took no part to create,
Or religions
That only serve to subjugate?

I come to you, falsely accused of gender: male-born,
But female in mind, heart and soul;
And now -- while even feminine in stature --
I bathe in your love and fully submit
To your female grandeur.
Need anyone deny me this right
To be your faithful partner,
My angel, my savior, my queencess, my Eleganza?

Those sisters who announce that my male half is
Sacrilege, ignore my breasts and sacred portal,
That you so willingly ravish and I so willingly offer.
They brings us both such delightful pleasures.
Why won't they leave us alone, Eleganza?

If their Holy Book speaks the truth,
Will their God not
Forgive our momentary misdemeanor?

They wail of freedom and the right to choose;
Yet, they would attempt
To deny us our intimate chance
To be united as one and to romance
Our decision to love woman to woman,
And my will not to live as a man.

Sweeter hypocrites, I could neither find,
Nor understand.

Each day fills our lives with memories
Reminding us of passions we've taken
From the joy of you inside me.
Decipher the fears from which I've fled
And feed this womanly thing you've laid on your bed.

Oh, how magically you make my emotions show!
Oh, how generously you lift my spirit
And make it go
To a world where love sings
And emits a sensual glow
While you gives me more love
Than any woman has right to know.
Eleganza, I love you so!

Eleganza, you know my past --
A past that never grew a beard,
A past I've not had severed,
Nor need to,
For it cannot rise;
For I am a woman
In mind, heart and soul;
And now -- while even feminine in stature --
I bathe in your love
And fully submit to your female grandeur.
And I am your woman, Eleganza.

The wench who teases you is my enemy.
She whispers in your ear
Whenever my back is turned.
She will burn.  She will burn
By the same fire that excites
Her when she looks at you.
That same fire excites me too.

I know of her, Eleganza. I've watched her too
-- watched her and have studied her
As she flirts with you.
My study shall undo my foe,
Though you do not know that I know.

For now I will serve you breakfast in bed,
And deliver your hot cup of tea.
I shall nibble your pearl with my painted lips,
While my hands on your thighs
Feel you lift your hips.
Oh, I will be the lady
Who launches your ship!

Light a cigarette, my angel.
Savor the pleasure of having taught me
To taste the sweetness of you.
Then, let it flow for me,
Until it fills the fold of my tongue
And tells me the deed is done.

Then, spank me, if such is your will
To reward my bottom with your
Playfully masochistic skills.
Massage the crevices
You've made so womanly
Through the tenderness of your touch.

Then, roll me onto my back
And insert your strapped toy!
I lift my knees and moan with joy
Fully submitting to your female grandeur.
These lips part to embrace
Your phallic instrument
And stroll with you
To that place of female contentment.

Oh, I love you so deeply, my Eleganza!
No woman could love another more sweetly.

Our sisters might never approve
Of the love we share.
They might taunt and tease,
Then demand that we severe
Our union of woman and what once was a man,
But only because there is so much they do not understand.
Defining gender solely on body parts,
They ignore the woman in my mind, soul and heart.
They ignore the attributes
From which I could never part
While fully submitting to your feminine grandeur.

Oh, I love you so deeply, my Eleganza!
No woman could love another more sweetly.

Roberta Angela Dee / obedientfe...@aol.com  @>>~>~>~~~~~~~
Founder of TG Woman
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/tgwoman/

(c) 2002 -- Roberta Angela Dee

All rights reserved.  This work must not be duplicated or redistributed without
the author's expressed permission.

SPAM !

ummmmmmm....porn, light porn, but porn just the same on a "support"
group...interesting concept...and so please do not attach such smut to my
posts, please.

ASS HOLE

Riki,

For an individual who purports to be sensitive to gender issues, it is
unfortunate that you cannot distinguish between pornography and a romantic
expression of a transgendered woman in love.

You are among the most obnoxious and hateful persons I know.  And by the way,
I've not forgotten the racist innuendoes you posted earlier.

Unfortunately, you've exposed your true colors.

Take care,

Roberta Angela Dee

Please, don't omit the real ass hole: elaine...@earhlink.net

Please post some of your own literary works, Riki.  I'd be interested to see
the waulity of material you're able to offer.

Roberta Angela Dee

What a load of pretentious bollocks

--
Amanda
--------------------------------------
Amanda Angelika Berry
--------------------------------------
The contents of this message may or may not represent the views of the person named
as the writer/sender. This message may be a forgery. A genuine message should have
the following characteristic The IP address of the NNTP-Posting-Host should be in the
following range 62.255.0.0 - 62.255.31.255 and belong to NTL Internet (see header).
However if in doubt e-mail manic_ma...@hotmail.com

news:20020613224913.01389.00000093@mb-mi.aol.com...
| ELEGANZA II
|
|
| I close my eyes and wait for your kiss,
| Your lips, and the feel of your breath --
| A fragrance as sweet as freshly cut pears.
| My spirit trembles like a terrified child,
| Trembling with the joy of you so near.
|
| The moon fills our room with a cool stoic light
| Blanketing our passions on this special night.
| Then, your warmth chases the chill
| With the heat you pour into my heart.
| Your love melts me like sun melts snow.
| Oh, how magically you make my emotions show!
| Oh, how generously you lift
| My spirit to make it go
| To a world where love sings
| And emits a sensual glow
| While you give me more love
| Than any woman has right to know.
|
| The weight of your breasts upon mine,
| The warmth of your hips merging
| With my sense of time,
| And the delicate fingers that
| Milks my oyster,
| Teaches me to emit a feminine wine.
| Each moment twists our souls
| And leaves us entwined
| In our magical, whimsical and
| Supposedly sinful crime.
|
| Are you a dream, Eleganza,
| Or truly a creation of feminine elegance
| Empowered with passion and lust,
| And possessed with unimaginably erotic
| Techniques to reach into my soul?
|
| So precise is your kiss
| That it weakens my joints, opens my pores,
| Accelerates my breathing,
| And makes my body ache for you more.
|
| I weep only because I cannot understand
| Their claim that God
| Makes you my forbidden pleasure
| As though you were that delicious apple
| Eve was forbidden to eat.
| Yet, so long as I know the taste of you,
| I cannot ignore my hunger.
|
| Yet, placed between Lust and Law,
| What does a woman do?
| Lust is divine.  Lust satisfies my spirit
| Like a finely aged wine;
| Law serves only to keep me silent
| And my hunger sublime.
|
| My face between your limbs:
| Is this my sin?
| Or, is my crime that I
| Berate the sanctity of males --
| Men who prance like gods,
| Or gods who prance like men?
| Yet, why should I obey their rules,
| And laws
| I took no part to create,
| Or religions
| That only serve to subjugate?
|
| I come to you, falsely accused of gender: male-born,
| But female in mind, heart and soul;
| And now -- while even feminine in stature --
| I bathe in your love and fully submit
| To your female grandeur.
| Need anyone deny me this right
| To be your faithful partner,
| My angel, my savior, my queencess, my Eleganza?
|
| Those sisters who announce that my male half is
| Sacrilege, ignore my breasts and sacred portal,
| That you so willingly ravish and I so willingly offer.
| They brings us both such delightful pleasures.
| Why won't they leave us alone, Eleganza?
|
| If their Holy Book speaks the truth,
| Will their God not
| Forgive our momentary misdemeanor?
|
| They wail of freedom and the right to choose;
| Yet, they would attempt
| To deny us our intimate chance
| To be united as one and to romance
| Our decision to love woman to woman,
| And my will not to live as a man.
|
| Sweeter hypocrites, I could neither find,
| Nor understand.
|
| Each day fills our lives with memories
| Reminding us of passions we've taken
| From the joy of you inside me.
| Decipher the fears from which I've fled
| And feed this womanly thing you've laid on your bed.
|
| Oh, how magically you make my emotions show!
| Oh, how generously you lift my spirit
| And make it go
| To a world where love sings
| And emits a sensual glow
| While you gives me more love
| Than any woman has right to know.
| Eleganza, I love you so!
|
| Eleganza, you know my past --
| A past that never grew a beard,
| A past I've not had severed,
| Nor need to,
| For it cannot rise;
| For I am a woman
| In mind, heart and soul;
| And now -- while even feminine in stature --
| I bathe in your love
| And fully submit to your female grandeur.
| And I am your woman, Eleganza.
|
| The wench who teases you is my enemy.
| She whispers in your ear
| Whenever my back is turned.
| She will burn.  She will burn
| By the same fire that excites
| Her when she looks at you.
| That same fire excites me too.
|
| I know of her, Eleganza. I've watched her too
| -- watched her and have studied her
| As she flirts with you.
| My study shall undo my foe,
| Though you do not know that I know.
|
| For now I will serve you breakfast in bed,
| And deliver your hot cup of tea.
| I shall nibble your pearl with my painted lips,
| While my hands on your thighs
| Feel you lift your hips.
| Oh, I will be the lady
| Who launches your ship!
|
| Light a cigarette, my angel.
| Savor the pleasure of having taught me
| To taste the sweetness of you.
| Then, let it flow for me,
| Until it fills the fold of my tongue
| And tells me the deed is done.
|
| Then, spank me, if such is your will
| To reward my bottom with your
| Playfully masochistic skills.
| Massage the crevices
| You've made so womanly
| Through the tenderness of your touch.
|
| Then, roll me onto my back
| And insert your strapped toy!
| I lift my knees and moan with joy
| Fully submitting to your female grandeur.
| These lips part to embrace
| Your phallic instrument
| And stroll with you
| To that place of female contentment.
|
| Oh, I love you so deeply, my Eleganza!
| No woman could love another more sweetly.
|
| Our sisters might never approve
| Of the love we share.
| They might taunt and tease,
| Then demand that we severe
| Our union of woman and what once was a man,
| But only because there is so much they do not understand.
| Defining gender solely on body parts,
| They ignore the woman in my mind, soul and heart.
| They ignore the attributes
| From which I could never part
| While fully submitting to your feminine grandeur.
|
| Oh, I love you so deeply, my Eleganza!
| No woman could love another more sweetly.
|
|
| Roberta Angela Dee / obedientfe...@aol.com  @>>~>~>~~~~~~~
| Founder of TG Woman
| http://groups.yahoo.com/group/tgwoman/
|
|
| (c) 2002 -- Roberta Angela Dee
|
| All rights reserved.  This work must not be duplicated or redistributed without
| the author's expressed permission.
|
|

---
Outgoing mail is certified Virus Free.
Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com).
Version: 6.0.363 / Virus Database: 201 - Release Date: 21/5/02

news:20020614222910.06495.00001240@mb-fj.aol.com...
| >ASS HOLE
| >
| >Hah!.....now there's the real RAD....."Dianic007"
|
| Please, don't omit the real ass hole: elaine...@earhlink.net

Only a real transvestite could be this fucking pretentiious.

--
Amanda
--------------------------------------
Amanda Angelika Berry
--------------------------------------
The contents of this message may or may not represent the views of the person named
as the writer/sender. This message may be a forgery. A genuine message should have
the following characteristic The IP address of the NNTP-Posting-Host should be in the
following range 62.255.0.0 - 62.255.31.255 and belong to NTL Internet (see header).
However if in doubt e-mail manic_ma...@hotmail.com

---
Outgoing mail is certified Virus Free.
Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com).
Version: 6.0.363 / Virus Database: 201 - Release Date: 21/5/02

It is spam, if your forcing Soc.support.transgendered to your works that have
NOTHING to do with support. If people like your work, they can get it on TG
Woman.

Marti

Listen to TSR LIVE! Thursday Nights, 8-10 eastern.
http://www.trans-sisterradio.com . Visit http://www.transadvocate.com for an
unmoderated messageboard.

TransAdvocate.com and check out the new messageboard.
http://www.transadvocate.com .

lol...Nevermind the bullocks...

Listen to TSR LIVE! Thursday Nights, 8-10 eastern.
http://www.trans-sisterradio.com . Visit http://www.transadvocate.com for an
unmoderated messageboard.

TransAdvocate.com and check out the new messageboard.
http://www.transadvocate.com .

news:xPvO8.2360$LN6.1842@newsread1.prod.itd.earthlink.net...
|
| "ObedientFemme" <obedientfe...@aol.com> wrote
|
| > >SPAM !
| >
| > ASS HOLE
|
| Hah!.....now there's the real RAD....."Dianic007"
|

yeah ;) If one One thing is certain in this life there is nothing worse than a
pontificating pretentious tranny that thinks it's a woman because it wears a frock
and talks endless bollocks, so much so it inaugurats it's own e-mail forum to talk
reams of endless reams narcisistic tripe to a captive audience. How masculine can one
get?

--
Amanda
--------------------------------------
Amanda Angelika Berry
--------------------------------------
The contents of this message may or may not represent the views of the person named
as the writer/sender. This message may be a forgery. A genuine message should have
the following characteristic The IP address of the NNTP-Posting-Host should be in the
following range 62.255.0.0 - 62.255.31.255 and belong to NTL Internet (see header).
However if in doubt e-mail manic_ma...@hotmail.com

---
Outgoing mail is certified Virus Free.
Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com).
Version: 6.0.363 / Virus Database: 201 - Release Date: 21/5/02

Marti: I did as you told me I could...I posted your trans-sister radio plug
on my group.

You and Becky are here by more than invited to join my group....a couple of
intelligent minds would be another asset.  If you would I would be proud to
have you....

In the words of Julius Caesar ....."The Enemy of mine enemy is therefor my
friend."

<<<Kisses>>>
Riki Ann

FIRM BELIEVER IN THE "Anti-RAD-ical Movement"

Posted once, it's a nice poem, posted 15-20 times in the same newsgroup,
it's a form of spam.

The ONLY reason i even read it was because of Cailean's good review of
the poem.

You, Rikki Anne TS and The Radio crew need to learn where the line between
posting and EMP (exessive multi-posting, a form of spam) lies.

One post/group is acceptable. One post/thread is abusive.

Please learn how to use the newsgroups.

Your post is stored on the hard drives of about 47,000 different news servers
and it is VERY rude and abusive to make them store it MANY MANY times.

Get a clue, RAD, before you loose your account due to abuse.

             Reader

Well Elaine can be a pain for sure ... but you are the only person I've
seen who tried to "play the race card" in an online forum where few if
any knew their race ... until they started saying they were being
ill-treated because of it...

- karen

http://geocities.com/rikiann_tg/

Amanda Angelika Berry - a tranny name for a tranny mind in a tranny body.

Amanda,

You're entitled not to like the poem.  I doubt you can even understand it.
However, if you don't like it, all you need to do is move on to the next post.
Attacking the author is simply an expression of hate.

Do you hate people because you don;t like their poetry?  I doubt it.  Hatred is
motivated by far more disturbing reasons.

Roberta

http://geocities.com/rikiann_tg

Please, clarify smut, slut.

Heeere's Riki ~~~> http://geocities.com/rikiann_tg

Yahoo! ID:  rikiann_tg  
Real Name: Riki Ann Maginley-Covington  
Location:  tied down face first with my legs spread
http://geocities.com/rikiann_tg

Yahoo! ID:  rikiann_tg  
Real Name: Riki Ann Maginley-Covington  
Location:  tied down face first with my legs spread
http://geocities.com/rikiann_tg
Moderator for The Real TGTS Woman