Showing posts with label Coming Out. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Coming Out. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

PRESS RELEASE

Press Release

My Ever Changing Year

This has been a year of introspection, reflection and monumental decision making.  Very early in the year D. D. Story began to realize that her supply of word was beginning to diminish. While at the same time the flow of words greatly increased for Richard Nurse.  (The true owner of the D. D. Story pen-name.) 

While the physical form, in which D. D. Story resided, was still completely intact, the words became less erotic and more suggestive in nature.  The stories that the characters were telling now also were evolving.  Instead of erotic stories of lesbian love, the stories now about mystery, detectives and crimes.  While not all of the characters in the new books are lesbians, each new story still has a central figure in the story that is a lesbian.  Just as D. D. Story's books were always told from a woman's point of view, the new stories are also written from a woman's point of view. 

The following is the last few sentences from the first review of "Out of the Chaos" written by Richard Nurse (Richard Nurse has written a romantic murder mystery, if there is such a thing. He wrote from the woman’s point of view surprisingly well, and the dialogue moves the story along at a fast pace. For people looking for more than a straight murder mystery (especially female readers), this book is for you! ) the full version of this review, can be found on either Goodreads or Amazon.

As Richard Nurse and D. D. Story, I am proud of what I have written, no matter which name it has been published under.  D. D. Story is not going to leave the scene, now or in the foreseeable future.  D. D. Story is now going to be the author of erotic love along with purely erotic stories, which might fall under the LGBT Rainbow.  While Richard Nurse is planning to write stories in either the crime, mystery, or romance genres, along with poetry and stories in verse.  In fact the next story is complete, and simply awaiting its cover art.  It is planned to be a Short Story Detective Series with a series name of "Jasper, Street Fighter & Me"  with the first Episode has a title of "Candie is not always Sweet"

While it is tempting to provide a sneak peek here for the "Jasper, Street Fighter & Me" series, I am going to resist, and simply say to look for my Nursesnook&Books blog, Nursesnook&Books which will always appear on D. D. Story's Fan Page.  I also am planning to do a re-write of "Lost" Trish's Story, and re-issue it as a Revised Author Edition.  This was probably the first book that was published with the D. D. Story pen-name, which was not written as an erotic story, which makes it the perfect candidate for a re-write.

I realize that there will be some that will be angry with me, and fell as if I deceived them.  That was never my intent, nor did I ever state that D. D. Story was anything other than a pen-name.  However, to possibly help my readers to understand my situation a little better I have attached a poem entitled "The Women in Me" I hope that you notice that it is authored by both D. D. Story and Richard Nurse, for we are one in the same, and always will be.


The Woman in Me

Expelled from within with each muscles squeeze
Nouns and pronouns; supported by a preposition or two.
Mingle with verbs, adverbs and colorful adjectives to
Reds and yellows mixed with brilliant orange hues,  
Flowing in a stream; traveling on a continual breeze.

While the method of conveyance is equal on each side,
Some opt to ride the cells going to the right,
The shy and secretive for there is stability and safety there.
While the majority take highway that leads to the left,
Eager to move, on to the adventure, that waits outside.

The right side filled beyond its capacity back a few years.
To the point where words and phrases long hidden there
Began to wiggle and squirm looking for a way out.
Some were small and found the opening called the keyhole.
While others; formed a chain, together slipping under the door.

The door has cracked open, fully open, it might never be!
But, those words that surfaced; to me were never new.
Words like, sexuality, gender, depression and unsure
Have been long locked away, my personal cross to bare.
A cross, that for some reason, I have now chosen to share.

I made my choice, some fifty-five odd years ago
To live my life as the physical gender that I was born.
Knowing but never telling my mother, who did, oh so long
That she did have a daughter, it just arrived in the wrong form.
She wanted one to call Nancy, but I preferred D. D.
  
D. D. you see, was the best form of therapy there is for me.
She took the words and thoughts that slipped out from the right.
D.D. then, blended them with the colorful array, expressed by the left.
To create stories, some short, some long, and poetry too,
That allows the woman in me, to tell her stories to you.


©October 2, 2015
By: D. D. Story, and Richard Nurse
The Antique Poet






Wednesday, July 23, 2014

AN OPEN LETTER FROM D.D.

AN OPEN LETTER

FM:  D. Dee

TO:  Those in my +G Circles

SUBJ:  Coming Out

Some may say coming clean, but I just went over my profile, and I have never lied about who I claim to be!

Some friends asked the other day, about some more info on me.  The poem that follows flowed out of me, so now you can all read about me.  I may not physically be what you thought, but in my mind and heart I am D. D. who I truly long to be.

I am sorry if I hurt, or you think that I deceived, but I have longed to be D. D. for so long it became very hard to step out of the role.  My page will remain, and so will my blog’s, to promote my writings as I had intended it to be.  What you have read and enjoyed in the past, has always come from deep within my heart and my soul.  I know of no other way to write, so I will continue to let it flow, and see where in the future it will go.

Delete me if you must, I will try to understand, as gender dysphoria is still under the rainbows arch.  I hope some will stay, to forgive my over enthusiasm, and not being able to let go of the role.

Love,

D. D.
+D. Dee




A Crack in the Door

I hear the creaking,
Of a rusty old hinge,
Could it be coming from the
Closet I’ve been hiding in.

The door is starting to open
The first time; in 60 plus, years.
Only a few have seen the crack
And the light it does spew.

And even fewer know
For sure what is true.
About what has lurked; in
The shadows, never knowing, what to do.

For when I was young, a dress up doll I became
My cousins love to dress me up,
Prepubescent then as our ages were the same
And I was more than happy to play the game.

I loved to be dressed up, in satin and lace,
Too young for much more than a smile on my face.
But it felt so natural, and I felt so right.
Mother wanted a daughter; she just didn’t know she had one.

Back then the terms were Faggot, Sissy or Queer
Transgender Disorder was not even a term.
You were considered then to be sick in the head.
And if you went public you might end up dead.

So I had my special times
When I wore my satin and lace
All alone, but so happy in my hidden space
Never ever leaving without; a smile on my face.

When I looked at the girls,
They never ever knew,
That it wasn’t them I wanted,
But, rather the clothes they were in.

I had no desire for boys and sausage toys,
My only desire was for women and their attire.
I met my life companion, who knew not my desire,
But willingly accepted my oral desires.

Four plus decades, she never knew that
Shopping was such an erotic time for me.
Or wondered why I bought all her clothes
Except for her shoes, she bought those. 

The millennium changed
As did the love in my heart
Still living together, yet apart
One unhappy with life, the other lost in art.

The one I truly was, did re-appear
Fighting her way to the surface,
Taking control of my heart and mind
Letting my inner self become Dee.

Dee began to express herself
In both verse and pros,
Erotic and naughty in her roles
On the Internet, dressed, in women’s cloths.

Never teasing a male in real or lust
The taste of a female was her must.
Her roles turned into stories,
Where from Suzy Q. first bust.

Writing at home and even at work
Wherever and whenever, she got the chance.
Her imaginative mind would take control
Her wet panties not the original goal.

Late in two thousand and one,
A story did begin to flow
Straight out of her heart
Straight out of her soul

Four years and five novels later
The life she dreamed of
Lay before her on paper.
It was decision time, sooner not later.

With a sixth decade soon to begin,
The decision made to purge once again.
Too late in life to change gender now;
A daughter and granddaughter, how to tell?

Retired in twenty ten, suddenly happy again,
My friends the most part women,
No longer trapped, in a man’s place;
Dee was making her ascent up the well face.

My thoughts of women, as they had long been
If I was a lesbian, would they still be my friend.
Oh but to make love with them, as only a lesbian can:
Completely immersed; in each other’s body and soul

Our hearts re-united in two o one two
With still only one true romantic between the two.
Her mother not well has put us through hell.
But has allowed Dee to finally publish and write.

She has been in my closet, but only so far
She has read some of my stories
She has accepted my alter ego
But only what I have shown her so far.

It makes is easier now that she knows
Along with my sister in law, who’s kind of always known
And now two more my dear Ingrid and Tess
I don’t know what to tell the rest?

I feel that Dee is the real me.
When I am the most comfortable within me
I am thinking, or writing, or dreaming as Dee
So I think that is the name I choose for me.

By:  D. D.

©July 21, 2014
Suzy Q. Stories Publishing
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