My Winsome Mistress
By Kira A. Moore
My Winsome Mistress
By Kira A. Moore
“Marc Sueselbeck, of Germany, says he doesn’t think he’ll ever understand why U.S. Marine Pfc. Joseph Scott Pemberton allegedly murdered his fiancée, Jennifer Laude. ‘How can I forgive him? I’m not in the position to forgive him,’ Sueselbeck said.”
(Via. NY Daily News)
“The death of a Filipino transgender woman following a bilateral military training exercise made international waves after a U.S. Marine was charged with murder.
The incident rippled up the military chain of command on Oct. 12, with top officers warning of trouble with one of the nation’s closest allies in the region.”
It was a cold and blustery night, the kind which caries the fore runners of Winter upon its back. Looking out the window Bella could see the harvest moon, full and orange in a cloudless sky. She had lived through many such October nights, why then did this one bring a feeling of foreboding?
She thought for a moment to step outside then decided against it. In here it was warm while outside she knew the temperatures were slowly falling. There was a frost warning for the home gardeners. Yet there was another, more important reason to stay indoors, or specifically inside her own doors. In here she was at the center of her power, surrounded by wards and guards. It wasn’t a perfect defense, but she stood a better chance right here than anywhere else in this world.
Returning to the kitchen, Bella glanced at the refrigerator. It was shut tight and she knew the portal was sealed, yet it remained a weak point in her defenses, this connection with the Winter realm. She began to move toward the sink when something made her turn and place her hand on the freezer door.
It vibrated against her touch.
A frown creased her brow and she whispered a few words, satisfied when a new layer of blue warding began to settle against the cold, white metal.
The house was silent except for the gusty growls of the wind and the hiss if dry leaves brushing against one another. Bella sat in at the kitchen table, tea cup turning cold in her hands, as she tried to block out the the growing sense of discordance which filled the air with an electrical buzz. She had checked and rechecked all of the castings, like a spider checking her web. Everything remained tight and secure yet her nerves refused to be soothed. It was enough to keep sleep a distant dream.
The only warning she received was a sudden tug as one of her wards was ripped away, gasping at the unexpected sting she whipped around in her chair to stare at the freezer door which now stood wide open, ice cold air seeping into the room as a seething wave of vapor. She reflexively cast out a holding spell, hoping to gain enough time for her defenses to kick in.
Vapor seemed to explode from the dark entire of the gaping freezer, filling the room with a heavy, frost laden haze. It took several moments and a breath held too long for her sight to clear enough to see what had come through the portal.
It took a moment for her mind to decipher what here eyes were seeing. Standing there mumbling some very unbecoming human curses, stood an elf with a pumpkin resting on his shoulders where his head should be. She watched as his two, small arms reached up and slowly lifted the squash clear of his anger filled eyes, one of which was covered, along with his hair and most of his face with pumpkin guts.
He looked down at her where she lay on the floor laughing so hard she had tears streaming from her eyes and she had to gasp for breath.
“I fail to see the humor in this situation.” He said with as much dignity as he could muster… until a large glob slid down his nose and hit the tile floor with a ’PLOP.’
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Wow, this has been a busy weekend. Feels like all we did was run, run, run. It started out Friday when A’s mom called because her dog got out of her fenced yard and spent two hours on the lamb. We went over and drove the neighborhood and happened to find her. Then she got out again on Saturday. Not for as long but no one was sure where she was getting out. We had to buy chicken wire to run along the bottom of all the fencing, which was a trip to two different stores. Then today we were again helping to secure the fence and a gate at the car port which was where we finally figured out she was pushing through a corner which had too much give. We fixed it by installing a hook and eye clasp. This was along with our grocery shopping. Needless to say we are happy to finally be home.
On a different note I have discovered another source of dysphoria… For awhile now I have been wearing a hat whenever I go out instead of a wig. Well, it isn’t going to work any more. At first I wasn’t sure what was bothering me, then I realized I have gotten into the habit of wearing said hats regardless of how I want people to see me. At work, to the store, down to get the youngest off the bus… pretty much any time I left the house and this is a problem. Wearing a hat to work isn’t an issue, although I don’t like the way I have to present, it is something I can put up with for eight hours. For regular life… I will need to have my wig on.
As it happened, A’s mom needed to go to a hair appointment today, (which added to the running), and I ended up getting my brows waxed, which they needed. Also, we showed the lady the picture from last Halloween, and she asked if that was my hair. We told her, no, it’s a wig and she thought it looked really nice. That was a nice little boost to my confidence!
“Based on recently released Census Bureau data, women made up almost half of the workforce last year. Yet, even working full-time and year-round, they were paid only 79 cents for every dollar men made. The wage gap varies considerably between states. Women receive 86 cents for every dollar men make in New York, for example, while in Louisiana, women are paid just 66% of what men earn.
Income inequality is only one of the challenges women face. Across the nation, women are less likely to serve in leadership roles both in the private and public sectors. Health outcomes among female populations also vary considerably between states. Based on 24/7 Wall St.’s analysis, Mississippi is the worst state for women in the nation.”
“The remarkable success of the same-sex marriage movement is owed in large part to the willingness of same-sex couples and their families to publicly share their personal stories.
That same approach of moving the discussion from abstract principles to the sympathetic stories of real people also promises to be a weapon in the building battle for transgender people’s rights.
The reason is people like Terri Cook, the mother of a transgender son from upstate New York, who spoke at the annual dinner Thursday night of the Empire State Pride Agenda.”
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