I just realized
Okay, I just realized I didn’t explain my name.
Joyce: My name is Joy. That is the name my honey dubbed me with when I first showed up. I’m the third in the line, behind Erica and Erin. Both of them went away because they didn’t work or fit well, and HE ignored them or wouldn’t invest in nurturing them at all. But I stayed. I think I’m the first to do so. I’m always happy and I rarely cry. I’m a Joy to behold according to my honey. So she called me Joy. Joyce is the longer version of that.
Anne: Two reasons, it’s the middle name of a friend of mine, Karen Anne Summerfield. In a lot of ways I owe a lot to her, she helped me when I needed it about two years ago, and her stories have struck a deep core in me. Yes, I know she can be abrasive, I know that her stories can be fantastical, but I still enjoy them a whole lot. The second reason is a story I tried to write a long time ago. There were slaves who voluntarily became slaves and worked in a boutique. Their names said something about them, and the name was passed down from teacher to student. There was an Anne line, a Betty line, a Clair line, and so on down to a Zelda line of training. Each line of teaching had strengths and qualities about them that made them unique. The Anne line was the pinnacle of perfection, able to retain their nobility of spirit if they were a scullery maid or if they were a pampered princess in a harem. They were calm, collected, professional and the best at what they did. I’d like to invoke that for myself.
Phillip: That is the maiden name of my honey. She took HIS name when they married, and I am taking her name. She cried when I told her.
Love Always...
Mini-Biography: Joy is a transvestite who has been using her stories as a form of therapy. At this point she has no desire to undergo the full transition, but that might change some day. Read more about her story at My Story on this site. 
