Twice As Much

Becoming a Believer

I'd tend to agree...

Stumbled across this and thought it was worth sharing.

If only I looked *half* that good, maybe I wouldn't think so much about my outward gender appearance...

Oh and in case anyone doesn't know, that is the stunningly beautiful Bailey Jay in that photo.

From Minnie to Mickey (and all they did was turn off a gene)

"The battle of the sexes is a never-ending war waged within ourselves as male and female elements of our own bodies continually fight each other for supremacy. This is the astonishing implication of a pioneering study showing that it is possible to flick a genetic switch that turns female ovary cells into male testicular tissue."

Read the whole article.

I'm very hopefully about what kind of breakthroughs this might lead to one day. While I want to remain realistic, the optimistic dreamer in me sees and article like this and starts picturing something like the drug Reboot from the Neil Gaiman short story Changes.

Daddy's Girl

I just couldn't resist doing this one when I found the image a while back. Maybe it just me, but it just seems to scream 'caption me!'

Of course, I've thought that of several photos of Bianca Beauchamp. She just tends to wind up with some great looks and great poses that just beg to be captioned.

Some very old captions

A few people who've been around in the captioning community for a while may remember I have a smartgroup called 'Emberwilde Fantasies' where I had several galleries of captioned images. Luckily, I managed to hold on to most of those and put them up in this gallery for people to check out to get a feel for my older work.

Sadly my oldest captions, stuff I originally had hosted on Robo's World and the like, were all lost years ago when the hard drive I had all that saved on crashed and couldn't be recovered. I'd love to track some of those down if at all possible, not that I'm holding out a lot of hope. If anyone has some of those old captions please let me know. Maybe I can offer an exchange of a new caption here on the site for each old one that makes it back my way. ;)

Also if people would like, I can always post some of the older work here as well rather than just leaving it all up in the filefap gallery. Maybe I could make a habit of spotlighting some of my old work. Hmm, that might be a fun idea.

An introductory tale, of sorts

So I'll begin this as I'm want to do, by avoiding directly talking to much about myself. Instead I'll share a little story with you all.

Once upon a time there was a young boy who was just learning he was never meant to be a boy at all. Confused and feeling alone, the boy went looking for others like himself in a place people once called The Web. On The Web he found many who felt and dreamt as he did about being who they knew they truly were. Feeling a sense of belonging, this boy let go of who he had been and became a living fantasy called Emberwilde; who readily began to share her fantasies and desires with those like her.

For a time this made her very happy and things were well, but alas nothing lasts forever and Emberwilde began to doubt herself and her world. So to clear her head she traveled away from The Web to a stranger place all together, a place called Real Life and there she became lost and in a way forgot, or at least denied, who she was. Hoping that maybe who she was in Real Life was who she had to be, not who she wanted to be.

So it was that others on The Web mostly forgot about her, as things change so quickly there, and Emberwilde lived on living life in a very empty sense. Only ever glancing back to the world she left on occasion and trying not to long for it. She grew very different form who she had been, but an small ember of her, appropriately enough, burned on inside her. That ember she hid from the people of Real Life for fear of what they'd do with it; for fear they'd snuff it out all together.

Then one day like any other, a beautiful muse found Emberwilde in Real Life and began to sing to her and tell her stories and the ember grew brighter and the muse took notice of it's glow. The muse coerced Emberwilde to let the dying ember grow for it was the fire of her soul and let its light shine for others to see. More and more did Emberwilde try to do so, and as the light grew she found a path back to The Web she had forgotten, and chose to follow it and reclaim the world she had so misguided left behind.

Which, of course, brings us to the here and now...