I'm originally from Camelot, but reside in SoCal these days with the rest of the witches that got tired of the dreary weather. Besides, I had a belly full of the patriarchal bs and backward attitude toward women of my kind. That pompous moron that calls himself king, couldn't get a thing done were it not for my magic potions and spells. For the last 3 years I've learned just how powerful I can be. The ladies here at TGH have taught me this, and are also responsible for saving my life. It's the closest thing I've had to a coven in 600 years. I am married to another wonderful witch, and with her have made my way successfully into the modern world. I've traded the broom stick for an airplane and give the occasional lift to worthy souls. I blend fairly well into the rest of the female crowd. Occasionally someone raises an eyebrow, but little is said or done which may reveal a different past. I am a fair bit down the transition trail and have completed gender confirmation surgery. It was quite a magical experience to waken in my proper body. If there is anything else you would like to know, just ask, I've nothing to hide at this point! A little poem I wrote: (Hope seeds) Hope Seeds Like a seed so is hope, un-watered lifeless it doth remain, un-cared for, grow it will not... Given gentle love, consistent encouragement, a dash of light, hope begins to grow, a shape forms and roots strong to the heart Skyward it travels, dropping more seeds as it grows, limited only by it's possessor Round about it, more seed takes hold, inviting more life sustaining water, more strength giving sun Well spring of hope, eternal it flows from one soul to the next If you have little or when you've none, so shall I give you mine