Author: Mhix

Seems MySpace have been randomly deleting stuff. I have complained many times about my copyright material being used against my wishes, and they ignored it until I got lawyers involved, and now they just randomly delete my blog posts with no warning or notification or explanation.

My response… Sod them! I’ll go back to using my blog, and people can come here. The blog here is a lot faster, doesn’t need a MySpace account and will not provide any revenue towards MySpace. Well done MySpace!

I have very little doubt that the removal of said posts is either because of Melissa Stone or Andrew (Amelia/Alisha/What Name Ever This Week) Canaris, possibly both. Well they can complain as much as they want to this page, the server, and my uplinks, I wholesale from Intervolve and E3 Networks, have 4 gigabit diverse uplinks, and have it secured behind doors that require biometrics to access. They won’t get this post removed without a court order (which they won’t obtain.)

MySpace staff if you’re reading this, you bunch of prats, you’re loosing revenue because of pandering to a self confessed thief!
For reference the blog they deleted was: http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=481699612&blogId=507380955

Well, the “Open Letter to Melissa Stone” was received loud and clear, she messaged me this evening, and after I messaged her back she phoned me. I wasn’t sure whether to answer it, I did out of morbid curiosity… 90 minutes later when she ran out of credit I began thinking about some of the things said, and what possible agendas are behind it.

• She wants to meet for coffee…
• She’s on the dole (unemployment benefit) yet can afford a place in West End – with a DSL internet connection (iiNet, not the cheapest that’s for certain)
• She’s working as of the 9th Sept 2009, and has recently re-obtained her First Aid Cert.. Guess that means she’s going to be a Natropath again.
• She suggested when I was all settled in Malta she could come over and stay for a while.
• She said it would have been hard for Andrew Canaris to dump her as she never dated him… [He says he dumped her.]
• She learnt what he (Andrew Canaris) was about within a few weeks and has nothing to do with him.
• He (Andrew Canaris) is working tonight (Wednesday 26th August 2009) …

All are interesting as they create more questions, the last two, particularly, are very interesting; She knows he’s working tonight, but has nothing to do with him anymore…!? He doesn’t work Wednesday night normally, but this one he is and she knows… Something doesn’t add up, simple and valid answer? Maybe… Do I care? No.

Question that does need answering… Why suddenly friendly? …because I am? A friend and also another of her ex’s (someone that was witnessed being hit by Melissa before Melissa became Melissa – that fact came as a shock, but not a surprise) has suggested it might be a power trip.

Then there was the comment about taking a break in Malta, I don’t think so! One could be persuaded to think she’s wanting to rekindle something, is that her agenda? Friendship, love or is this just to absolve her guilt? Perhaps it is a power trip… Don’t know, don’t care. I’ll be civil and that’s all I can promise. I’ll send her the birthday present I bought for her, and that will be the one of the last times she hears from me.

Harsh..? maybe..

Having coffee? probably not (at least not when she reads this.)

As I said previously:

Friendship often ends in love; but love in friendship – never.

She could have had the world, I would have given her the world… now she has lost all of what she could have had over… well… what?…

• Tim Harrington? She says that that’s all off as well..
• Andrew/Alisha/Amelia Canaris? She knows about his new alias (something else that happened relatively recently.) Perhaps just fishing for details about his impending arrest..? Perhaps he was arrested and she hasn’t been told why yet…? Don’t know, but the reason for his (impending?) arrest is public knowledge. The information [ confession.pdf and his own confession that he is SyncOrion, and not forgetting he’s into Credit Card Fraud] has been submitted to the police and they have done their own investigations, I’m just waiting to see what happens when he gets arrested this time…. especially as those whom he opened his mouth about previously knows it was him and where he is. My work is done on that front… nobody likes a nonce [Rule 43 for those who don’t know Prison Slang].
• She said at the time she needed her independence, and that not having a job was an issue, was that the reason for the split? (I don’t think so that’s just an excuse.)
• * She alluded to something else… That has me intrigued… What could she possibly find so bad that she throws away everything for, that she can’t even mention beyond “another reason”…?

At the end of the day, she’s lied so many times, it’s difficult to tell what is the truth now. Marking this as “Thoughtful” for obvious reasons.

Well unfortunately the inevitable happened tonight, Ally left.

You know what they say, you reap what you sow.  Well I sewed the seeds of a good hangover and I got one.  11am I was packing the final bits into the my bag, and by 11:30am I was on the road heading back.  I had had a shower and put on the skirt from the night before and the red top that I don’t wear often and need to wear more.

I made it to Campbelltown, without incident and stopped for fuel and something to eat.  I noticed entering the shopping centre, that I was getting a few sideways looks from people (particularly of fathers of young children, but only those with their wives).  It was probably the 4″ heels I was walking around in, but then again it could be that I had not shaved that morning so without makeup what facial hair I have left could be seen.  I don’t care, it was fun, and I have no problem with being Michelle publicly, so I don’t really care about what others think (even though I do care that I never want to be seen as a man in womans clothes).

A coffee and 2 slices of raisin toast and I was feeling 10 times better so rather than waste time shopping I headed back to the car.  I got fuel and got back on the road, for a very uneventful trip.

I changed back to ‘Matthew’ mode just before entering Canberra, and got home for 3:30pm, just in time for the neighborly get together.

The get together was pretty uneventful, except when one of the neighbors declared me to be a ‘rock chic’ and of course that went down like a lead balloon with Ally.

Afterwards Ally and I discussed the weekend and my changes, she’s still having a very hard time of it even when it seems she’s more accepting because of things like the dress etc.  We talked and decided that I was not to use the term ‘accepting’ because she’s adamant that she’s not accepting, but to use ‘tolerating’ and ‘supporting’ instead.  We also decided that I would tell the neighbors about my transition because that would likely help stop the inadvertent comments that upset Ally.

Tonight was the night, and after an eventless drive to Sydney, I took my time in the hotel room to get ready for the ball.

I was ready for the ball early, and received a few messages from “Wendy” about my ticket, so I jumped in a taxi and headed for the Sydney Airport Mercure. A few minutes later and I was standing in the lobby, looking and feeling somewhat apprehensive about the night. Wendy thankfully was not far away in the lobby bar, so I went and got a drink as well as the tickets. I couldn’t see any faces that I recognised, but Wendy made sure to introduce me to all the people she knew there.

The glass of bubbly did little to change my feelings.

A short while later Wendy indicated that everyone should go through, so I finished my drink and followed.

My first impressions as I walked through the lobby were being confirmed as I walked to the entrance of the Ball. I was horrified and intimidated (if that’s a good word to choose) by what I saw… This was a ball, a dinner, an event, for men in dresses, drag queens, and not for transsexuals, transvestites. I saw men of all different ages dressed in dresses from the sublime to the ridiculous, intermingled with family members and the odd person that was really trying to be like a woman in appearance. There were a couple of very larger than life drag queens with huge hair, mingling, and there was me, trying to be as feminine as possible feeling like a fish out of water. Who were all these people?

After a couple of quick pre-dinner drinks I was feeling a little more relaxed, and had the attitude, “Hey, I’m here, I should just enjoy myself”. Whilst waiting I was looking for “Clare” whom I had spoken with on many occasions in the last week and hoped that she’d look as she did in her photo.

Joy of joys I spotted Clare in the crowd heading in my direction at about the same time as she spotted me. She had a couple of friends in tow, all (bar one) looking more like I was expecting, men trying to pass themselves off as women (and making a damn good job of it). My night started to settle and I knew I was going to have fun.

Clare introduced me to a few people, and I must admit I can only remember the names of her and Sara, both of which are from Canberra, both fantastic people by my reckoning.

The night was long, and involved some dancing (I don’t do dancing, but Clare ensured that I had a go).

After the ball we migrated to the bar, and some like Clare got changed. It was a very late night with much fun had by all.

Note: Upon reflection, my horrified reaction and my disappointment at the number of men in dresses were self centered unfounded.  I assumed that everyone would be like me, and the only major difference being some would be on hormones, and some not.  Of course I’m completely wrong, the Seahorse Society is for Cross Dressers and transgendered people, and it seems  a lot of fully transitioned transgendered people leave the society.  Of course that’s my speculation and it could be that the transitioned people don’t attend the functions as much because they like me are happy to wander in public as their preferred gender, so they don’t feel the need to get dressed up.  All that said I’m looking forward to going to the Christmas Party then to the Ball next year with some of my new found friends.