great 4th of July

[Guest guest]

Hello everyone:

I hope everyone is doing well. I'm doing great.

Wow, what a great 4th of July weekend I had. I went to my square

dancing convention, and I danced like a mad man—about 12 hours of

dancing in 3.5 days. Yeah, I was a little tired, but I was not only

able to keep up, but I felt great dancing.

One very strange part of the convention was the honky tonk queen

contest on Saturday night. If you can believe it, I was part of the

contest; I was cast as the " beef cake " escort of Radiance (a drag

queen). Me! The " eye-candy-beef-cake " escort? Wow, did that feel

weird.

I have to say that getting sexual attention like that is becoming a

little easier. I guess it's because I'm getting used to it just a

little. Wow, flirting can be so much fun. Who knew that I'd be the

object of someone's flirtations? I never thought that I'd be capable

of flirting back.

The members of my club noted that I was not shy at all in getting out

there and dancing with men I didn't know. In fact, that was what our

instructor told us to do. She said, " Go to the front of the dance

hall and get into the front squares because that's where all the

strong dancers are. " She was right. She failed to mention that most

of the cute guys are up at the front too.

The other members of my club tended to hang out at the back of the

hall, and just danced with each other. But heck, why waste an

opportunity to have a hot and hunky cowboy dance with me? Yee haw!

Every night when I returned to my room, I would reflect on how much

my life has changed. Everything has changed. I would never have

been able to dance and interact socially like I did this weekend

while I was morbidly obese—physically or emotionally. Somehow, I've

come out of my shell, and I'm not afraid of social interactions

anymore. I don't fear the harsh judgments anymore because I care

more about how I feel about me. If someone doesn't like me, well,

heck, it's their loss because I'm one fine human being (in my humble

opinion). The surprising thing is, however, that people are not as

harsh and judgmental as I always thought. I've been amazed by how

open and welcoming people can be when I come at them with a smile and

an open heart.

Of course, I know it depends on the context (after all, we were all

there to dance with each other), but it is incredibly wonderful to

experience so much happiness, so many handholds, so many smiles, so

many hugs, and quite a few fanny pinches. Strangely enough, I was

also picked up (as in held in another man's arms) three times during

the weekend during the post-dance " thank you " part of the dance. One

hunky, muscled guy even said as he picked me up, " You're so

adorable. " And yikes, I asked myself, how in the heck did these

guys think that they could bear my weight? But they did!

As the weekend came to a close, I came home to who had

roasted pork—also known as " carnitas " —waiting for me. Yum, yum,

yum. He also gave me a silver cross necklace for my birthday. When

I put it on, he showed me the one he bought for himself, and it

matches mine! Then we watched the fireworks from my apartment

balcony. It was like having box seats at the opera!

So it was a great birthday and a great weekend. Thank God I had this

surgery. I have been so blessed.

Francisco

[Guest guest]

That sounds great Francisco. I had a birthday last weekend as well

(Friday)...and while I also had a good weekend, it wasn't quite as

bright and shiny as yours. Speaking as a pre-op, it is nice to get

a glimpse of post-op success.

Thanks!

> Hello everyone:

>

> I hope everyone is doing well. I'm doing great.

>

> Wow, what a great 4th of July weekend I had. I went to my square

> dancing convention, and I danced like a mad man—about 12 hours of

> dancing in 3.5 days. Yeah, I was a little tired, but I was not

only

> able to keep up, but I felt great dancing.

>

> One very strange part of the convention was the honky tonk queen

> contest on Saturday night. If you can believe it, I was part of

the

> contest; I was cast as the " beef cake " escort of Radiance (a drag

> queen). Me! The " eye-candy-beef-cake " escort? Wow, did that

feel

> weird.

>

> I have to say that getting sexual attention like that is becoming

a

> little easier. I guess it's because I'm getting used to it just a

> little. Wow, flirting can be so much fun. Who knew that I'd be

the

> object of someone's flirtations? I never thought that I'd be

capable

> of flirting back.

>

> The members of my club noted that I was not shy at all in getting

out

> there and dancing with men I didn't know. In fact, that was what

our

> instructor told us to do. She said, " Go to the front of the dance

> hall and get into the front squares because that's where all the

> strong dancers are. " She was right. She failed to mention that

most

> of the cute guys are up at the front too.

>

> The other members of my club tended to hang out at the back of the

> hall, and just danced with each other. But heck, why waste an

> opportunity to have a hot and hunky cowboy dance with me? Yee haw!

>

> Every night when I returned to my room, I would reflect on how

much

> my life has changed. Everything has changed. I would never have

> been able to dance and interact socially like I did this weekend

> while I was morbidly obese—physically or emotionally. Somehow,

I've

> come out of my shell, and I'm not afraid of social interactions

> anymore. I don't fear the harsh judgments anymore because I care

> more about how I feel about me. If someone doesn't like me, well,

> heck, it's their loss because I'm one fine human being (in my

humble

> opinion). The surprising thing is, however, that people are not

as

> harsh and judgmental as I always thought. I've been amazed by how

> open and welcoming people can be when I come at them with a smile

and

> an open heart.

>

> Of course, I know it depends on the context (after all, we were

all

> there to dance with each other), but it is incredibly wonderful to

> experience so much happiness, so many handholds, so many smiles,

so

> many hugs, and quite a few fanny pinches. Strangely enough, I was

> also picked up (as in held in another man's arms) three times

during

> the weekend during the post-dance " thank you " part of the dance.

One

> hunky, muscled guy even said as he picked me up, " You're so

> adorable. " And yikes, I asked myself, how in the heck did these

> guys think that they could bear my weight? But they did!

>

> As the weekend came to a close, I came home to who had

> roasted pork—also known as " carnitas " —waiting for me. Yum, yum,

> yum. He also gave me a silver cross necklace for my birthday.

When

> I put it on, he showed me the one he bought for himself, and it

> matches mine! Then we watched the fireworks from my apartment

> balcony. It was like having box seats at the opera!

>

> So it was a great birthday and a great weekend. Thank God I had

this

> surgery. I have been so blessed.

>

> Francisco

[Guest guest]

That sounds great Francisco. I had a birthday last weekend as well

(Friday)...and while I also had a good weekend, it wasn't quite as

bright and shiny as yours. Speaking as a pre-op, it is nice to get

a glimpse of post-op success.

Thanks!

> Hello everyone:

>

> I hope everyone is doing well. I'm doing great.

>

> Wow, what a great 4th of July weekend I had. I went to my square

> dancing convention, and I danced like a mad man—about 12 hours of

> dancing in 3.5 days. Yeah, I was a little tired, but I was not

only

> able to keep up, but I felt great dancing.

>

> One very strange part of the convention was the honky tonk queen

> contest on Saturday night. If you can believe it, I was part of

the

> contest; I was cast as the " beef cake " escort of Radiance (a drag

> queen). Me! The " eye-candy-beef-cake " escort? Wow, did that

feel

> weird.

>

> I have to say that getting sexual attention like that is becoming

a

> little easier. I guess it's because I'm getting used to it just a

> little. Wow, flirting can be so much fun. Who knew that I'd be

the

> object of someone's flirtations? I never thought that I'd be

capable

> of flirting back.

>

> The members of my club noted that I was not shy at all in getting

out

> there and dancing with men I didn't know. In fact, that was what

our

> instructor told us to do. She said, " Go to the front of the dance

> hall and get into the front squares because that's where all the

> strong dancers are. " She was right. She failed to mention that

most

> of the cute guys are up at the front too.

>

> The other members of my club tended to hang out at the back of the

> hall, and just danced with each other. But heck, why waste an

> opportunity to have a hot and hunky cowboy dance with me? Yee haw!

>

> Every night when I returned to my room, I would reflect on how

much

> my life has changed. Everything has changed. I would never have

> been able to dance and interact socially like I did this weekend

> while I was morbidly obese—physically or emotionally. Somehow,

I've

> come out of my shell, and I'm not afraid of social interactions

> anymore. I don't fear the harsh judgments anymore because I care

> more about how I feel about me. If someone doesn't like me, well,

> heck, it's their loss because I'm one fine human being (in my

humble

> opinion). The surprising thing is, however, that people are not

as

> harsh and judgmental as I always thought. I've been amazed by how

> open and welcoming people can be when I come at them with a smile

and

> an open heart.

>

> Of course, I know it depends on the context (after all, we were

all

> there to dance with each other), but it is incredibly wonderful to

> experience so much happiness, so many handholds, so many smiles,

so

> many hugs, and quite a few fanny pinches. Strangely enough, I was

> also picked up (as in held in another man's arms) three times

during

> the weekend during the post-dance " thank you " part of the dance.

One

> hunky, muscled guy even said as he picked me up, " You're so

> adorable. " And yikes, I asked myself, how in the heck did these

> guys think that they could bear my weight? But they did!

>

> As the weekend came to a close, I came home to who had

> roasted pork—also known as " carnitas " —waiting for me. Yum, yum,

> yum. He also gave me a silver cross necklace for my birthday.

When

> I put it on, he showed me the one he bought for himself, and it

> matches mine! Then we watched the fireworks from my apartment

> balcony. It was like having box seats at the opera!

>

> So it was a great birthday and a great weekend. Thank God I had

this

> surgery. I have been so blessed.

>

> Francisco

[Guest guest]

That sounds great Francisco. I had a birthday last weekend as well

(Friday)...and while I also had a good weekend, it wasn't quite as

bright and shiny as yours. Speaking as a pre-op, it is nice to get

a glimpse of post-op success.

Thanks!

> Hello everyone:

>

> I hope everyone is doing well. I'm doing great.

>

> Wow, what a great 4th of July weekend I had. I went to my square

> dancing convention, and I danced like a mad man—about 12 hours of

> dancing in 3.5 days. Yeah, I was a little tired, but I was not

only

> able to keep up, but I felt great dancing.

>

> One very strange part of the convention was the honky tonk queen

> contest on Saturday night. If you can believe it, I was part of

the

> contest; I was cast as the " beef cake " escort of Radiance (a drag

> queen). Me! The " eye-candy-beef-cake " escort? Wow, did that

feel

> weird.

>

> I have to say that getting sexual attention like that is becoming

a

> little easier. I guess it's because I'm getting used to it just a

> little. Wow, flirting can be so much fun. Who knew that I'd be

the

> object of someone's flirtations? I never thought that I'd be

capable

> of flirting back.

>

> The members of my club noted that I was not shy at all in getting

out

> there and dancing with men I didn't know. In fact, that was what

our

> instructor told us to do. She said, " Go to the front of the dance

> hall and get into the front squares because that's where all the

> strong dancers are. " She was right. She failed to mention that

most

> of the cute guys are up at the front too.

>

> The other members of my club tended to hang out at the back of the

> hall, and just danced with each other. But heck, why waste an

> opportunity to have a hot and hunky cowboy dance with me? Yee haw!

>

> Every night when I returned to my room, I would reflect on how

much

> my life has changed. Everything has changed. I would never have

> been able to dance and interact socially like I did this weekend

> while I was morbidly obese—physically or emotionally. Somehow,

I've

> come out of my shell, and I'm not afraid of social interactions

> anymore. I don't fear the harsh judgments anymore because I care

> more about how I feel about me. If someone doesn't like me, well,

> heck, it's their loss because I'm one fine human being (in my

humble

> opinion). The surprising thing is, however, that people are not

as

> harsh and judgmental as I always thought. I've been amazed by how

> open and welcoming people can be when I come at them with a smile

and

> an open heart.

>

> Of course, I know it depends on the context (after all, we were

all

> there to dance with each other), but it is incredibly wonderful to

> experience so much happiness, so many handholds, so many smiles,

so

> many hugs, and quite a few fanny pinches. Strangely enough, I was

> also picked up (as in held in another man's arms) three times

during

> the weekend during the post-dance " thank you " part of the dance.

One

> hunky, muscled guy even said as he picked me up, " You're so

> adorable. " And yikes, I asked myself, how in the heck did these

> guys think that they could bear my weight? But they did!

>

> As the weekend came to a close, I came home to who had

> roasted pork—also known as " carnitas " —waiting for me. Yum, yum,

> yum. He also gave me a silver cross necklace for my birthday.

When

> I put it on, he showed me the one he bought for himself, and it

> matches mine! Then we watched the fireworks from my apartment

> balcony. It was like having box seats at the opera!

>

> So it was a great birthday and a great weekend. Thank God I had

this

> surgery. I have been so blessed.

>

> Francisco