Cosplayer, freelance self-taught techie, writer, artist, webmaster, collector, transgender, born and raised in California, relocated to Arizona, six degrees apart from anyone else important...
A girl in search of a back story, her identity, the road to who she is.... So, who is Julie Anne? Why don't we find out together, ok? ^_-;
This web site deals with some issues which may be considered sensitive and/or controversial to most viewers out there, including crossdressing and gender identity/transgender issues. If you are easily offended by such topics, or don’t feel up to viewing this site with an open mind, you may wish to do your web browsing elsewhere.
Of course, there’s a lot more to offer here, so don’t be afraid to check the site out! I’m just like most of you out there, just a bit more in touch with a side of me I kept locked away for a very long time. I won’t bite… hard. ^_-;
Thanks for your understanding and open-mindedness, and enjoy!
— Julie Anne
Admitted to HonorHealth John C. Lincoln Hospital, a Level 1 Trauma center for Phoenix in the HonorHealth network, I spent around nine days there, around half of those days being unconscious, in a series of three operations.
My sister was there early on, my father arrived from California about a day afterward, and stayed through most of the first few days. I came to around October 5th or so, and came out to my father as julie Anne. I was determine to let Dad know, just in case I didn’t make it out of the Trauma ICU. Fortunately, my body wasn’t ready to give up that easily, though I was in a tremendous amount of pain, and Dad took my coming out better than I thought and feared.
For those of you who wondering what happened to me, I was in an automobile accident Saturday morning. I am recuperating at Honor Health North Mountain in the ICU. I am hoping to be released to a regular room in a few days.
(Edited to correct effects of eye strain and lessened motor control.)
Just after 4:00 am Pacific/Arizona Mountain time, my 2011 Buick Regal collided with a larger and slower moving vehicle on Arizona State Route 101, eastbound. I didn’t have time to react, bracing for impact, and almost certain death.
There were moments before and after the crash that are lost to the ages, either blacked out by myself, or just not remembered. I do remember the sound of impact, the screeching of tires, breaking glass, and components from the dashboard and center console coming off. → Read on, my darlings…
New top-of-page image (The big banner is gone, but the Toast in Toast AND JAM! remains, in a “remastered” version (reconstructed from a version of the original artwork I carried across three hard drives and two desktop computers.)
There’s been a slight tweak to the bottom of the page. All security and stability updates are checked often. Somehow, I managed to log over 1000 site views over the weekend, and I’ve connected with the person I mirrored blog posts from. Hi, Paige! ^_^
Well, since our last episode, I ended one job (More or less proving to myself that I’m not meant to ever work in a call center environment ever again.), had a brief experience with Postmates in Phoenix/Scottstale/Tempe, took another seasonal job with Amazon (Second and last time I’ll ever do that… More later… maybe), and am still looking for more permanent work.
The stretch goal, is finding a line of work where I can be me, which, may lead to opening the door to being me full time.
On the home front, I’m being a good uncle (and eventually aunt) to my very young nephew, helping out my sister when I can, and working to keep a roof over my head (And also providing for my Lola-cat =^_^= ) – I’m still getting out and about every chance I can, whether to the stores, restaurants, coffee, Rocky Horror twice a month with cast, getting out and about with friends on cast and off-cast, and just… surviving.
As always, I still miss my mom, and wish I would have come out to her. I did come out to my sister, and her husband. (Sis lost her husband at the beginning of the year – When it rains, it pours for my family. We’re getting by, the best we can.)
I can’t make any guarantees on how often I’ll post here, but I’m glad I have a place, in addition to Facebook, and other points of presence online.
Thanks for stopping by, and don’t be a stranger, ok?
The final update regarding what happened a few days ago in North Carolina. Again, this is regarding Paige, not myself. Looks like, at this time, it comes down to her word against the law enforcement officer.
It’s regrettable that this happened in the first place, and this may just be the beginning, until Governor McCrory comes to his senses, sees the writing on the wall, and considers repealing NC House Bill 2. Things have to change, but not necessarily with undue publicity and loss of privacy for those who were/are affected.
Things have to get better. We have a right to exist. Good luck, Paige – Don’t let this get you down. *Hug*
Transcript after the break. We now return to your regular Toast and JAM. (Breakfast… mmmm… )
Signal boosting from www.paigejulianne.com which started up Friday, April 8, 2016, and apparently strained under the load of views – “Paige’s (Mis-)Adventures” – This marks two firsts for me:
Mirroring a page from another blog on this site. Hopefully, I’ve got the bandwidth to withstand my site database blowing up. Wish me luck. I’ve had this server for about 5-6 years.
Posting something about someone else in the trans community, I think…
Update: Site resurfaced briefly with an update and clarification – Thanks, Kara for echoing it. It’s after the jump here. One more updated added after a follow-up mirror by Dawn Ennis.
TL/DR: In Siler City, Chatham County, NC – A trans woman was approached by a county sheriff’s deputy, after using a public restroom in a convenience store, asked for her ID, ran on the sheriff’s computer system, and then asked by the deputy to “leave the premises.” The woman was followed on the highway by the same deputy all the way to the county line before the deputy backed off and exited the highway.
What year, decade, and century are we in again? Anyway, be nice, don’t crash my server, ok?
(Clarification: This happened to someone else, and not to me. I’m in Arizona, way on the other side of the country from NC, thankfully.)
“What’s that spell?” (“ROCKY!”)
“I can’t hear you!” (“ROCKY!!”)
“One more time!!” (“ROCKY!!!”) (and some funster in the audience yelling out “ADRIAN!!!” – Probably me, or another manifestation of me.)
(Note: This post was updated on October 12, 2016.Broadway Bound and Gagged has had its final curtain call, and a new cast has risen like a Phoenix – pardon the pun – from the ashes. The Floor Show Of Phoenix is the new Rocky Horror cast, continuing a decades long tradition of Absolute Pleasure in the Grand Canyon State.)
Rocky, being not the meat packing plant employee/collection enforcer who fought his way from the streets to being one of the greatest fictional boxers the world has know, but a somewhat taller, slimmer, not too bright guy who happened to be brought to life by a crazed extraterrestrial scientist… I’m talking about “The ONE! The ONLY! The ORIGINAL—” Richard O’Brien’s greatest gift to cult film fans the world over… The Rocky Horror Picture Show!
Has it really been over a year since I last made a post here. Indeed, it has… A year, and four days, to be exact.
There’s been some minor changes around here. (Disabling some behind-the-scenes stuff to harden the security of this site, and nail shut any potential vulnerabilities, and purging anything that looks out of place. I wasn’t born yesterday when it comes to web site administration duties.
The major change is… almost one year ago, I lost someone very important to me — My mother. → Read on, my darlings…
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