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These deer were at the Canada Games Centre when I was going to the gym Friday morning, I go 5 days a week.
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Health Update: 6 months ago my Testosterone level was .86 (normal is 8-32) after prostate cancer was treated, the nurse told me at a follow-up to do some weight training. In 3 months my testosterone went up to 5, 3 months after that (last week) I am ups to 11 and my PSA is undetectable which is great.
One of a group of five circus lions.They found a new home and life at "Stichting Leeuw".. The males are all castrated in the past , as a result they lost there manes too (lack of testosterone)
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Een uit de groep van vijf circusleeuwen, die een nieuw huis en leven krijgen bij Stichting leeuw., De mannen zijn gecastreerd .Door het daardoor ontstane gebrek aan testosteron zijn ze hun manen verloren.
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You women really do have a power. The touch of a beautiful women can make a man 10 years younger and 10 years dumber instantly. Its almost primal the way that priorities change and testosterone flows from that point on. His chest gets puffed out any time she is near. Clothes start matching and the car is cleansed of Mc Donalds bags and Red Bull cans. Movies, dinners and painfully long phone calls are all displays of a mans strength.. not the muscle kind of strength but the mental toughness a man must have to survive this woman. After all.. if a man can't survive the courting rituals how can he endure the rants and random babel that a women must download before she can relax and get on with her night. We men have evolved though. We know better than to try and solve you, or give you answers. We know that women ask questions they don't want answers too.. and that ever girl is convinced that someone else is trying to destroy her at work or school. We compromise our positions and relent the remote control for the TV when absolutely necessary. But why???
Why do we do this. Its a wicked power she has. Lured by her beauty, any many would fall victim to complacent lust and weak kneed amazement. But at what cost. Is all thats pretty also peaceful. Not all that glitters is gold and there are some illusions that will be revealed in time. How long can you stay atop this mountain before another man with lust in his eyes pushes you off the mountain? Are we just amused by the muse? is beauty the beast after all? Are we just the drug to the addiction? Is it worth it? Does she know that we can see the magic.. and that we can see when the magic fades.
... like I said before.. its primal.. and its magic... and...
Colorado model Alix R.
*Actual women now show.
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Pointdexter- Suffice to say I'm a certified genius, and when I'm discharged from this pit of testosterone and failure, I'll have all the money I could ever need.
Mags- Easy - This is where they send all the fuck-ups and people they don't want. But hey, it's not like I'm bitter or anything.
Razz- Poindexter's a smartass prick. O'Hanrahan's a big pussy, ain't good for shit in a fight. And Mags, well, Mags is cut out for something other than soldiering, you dig?
Sergeant McCredie- I've been here since the first push into Vegas. Back in the days this camp was the hotspot for conflicts with the Legion, raider tribes, you name it.
0'Hanrahan- I ain't scared. I just don't like hurtin' folks, is all. Ma always used to tell me, "Boy, you're the biggest and the strongest, so you mind yourself!" Every day she told me that. Guess I done took it to heart.
Doc Sawbones- All right, just hold steady. Want a shot of whiskey to calm your nerves? Mind if I have one? Heh heh, little doctor humor there.
Chief Hanlon- Patrol the whole length of the Colorado for hundreds of miles? Holding this dam. It'll be the death of us
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I know I said I'd do some legion, but I was very hard to find any characters, so I decided to do a better NCR barf. I may do a few more locations (Not NCR, unless Primm ;) ) but I will eventually find some info on legion characters.
Joe
Btw, how to y'all like the service rifle MODCOM I made :)
Even in the non-rut season, these bull muskox endure the lingering effects of testosterone. So this eye-to-eye stare down was the precedent to more intense head butting...
Now that the baby is coming sooner I am really going to miss feeling her dancing around in my tummy. I absolutely love being pregnant and being a mom. I can't wait to meet Liela (that's what we're naming her) and have my other 2 little girls meet her. My poor husband has me, 3 girls and a girl kitten. We are planning on getting a BIG manly dog for him...he needs some testosterone around here I guess...LOL.
This fellow has only one thing on his mind this time of year and that is mating.
Testosterone can make a big buck feel invincible, and given the right individual, the animal can and will fight to the death to assert his dominance over other bucks.
This older 12 point buck was watching a doe in my backyard and posed nicely for this photo.
Note that half of one ear is missing and something is going on with his eye on the same side which could be results of a battle with another competing buck.
A fight erupts between two mallard drakes for little reason during their mating season.
Wenig genügt damit zwei Stockentenerpel in ihrer Balzzeit zu kämpfen beginnen.
This is My Cone
On A Stone
I Get Squirrelly
Spiking My Testosterone
If You Don't Momentarily
Leave My F...ing Cone
Alone
One Rude Little Red Squirrel
(from: Ditties and Doggerels by FF Whitamore)
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Red Deer stag charged up with testosterone, getting ready for the rutting season ahead and the battles which will have to be fought.
I look to the future- I’ve always seen myself moving toward more femininity- but I don’t see progress
For we're here - Testosterone Tuesday.
I did have some in-focus shots, but they weren't as crazy-faced as this one so I had to use it!
(It was more fun eating it than photographing it!)
Or maybe, Swan Lake gone wrong!
A testosterone fuelled fight between two male Mute Swans (Cygnus olor). There was a female with young off to the right.
I heard these two fighting from a couple of hundred yards away, with the thumping, thudding sounds of their wings, and a vicious encounter it was, lasting for quite a few minutes.
The shot was taken beside the River Sow in Doxey Marshes nature reserve in Stafford. The reserve is the property of Staffordshire Wildlife Trust.
If all goes to plan I will be appearing on BBC Breakfast Time tomorrow morning (7 Sept c08:20) talking about garden birds. And I will probably talk about House Sparrows, which are the commonest bird in my own garden and where I photographed this male. Some recent research has shown that House Sparrows dominate smaller birds at garden bird feeders. But even among House Sparrows there is a pecking order, and individual males with more testosterone have more black on their chest, and they lord it over subordinates with less black and less testosterone.
Update: My interview went ahead at around 7:40am, so about 40 minutes ahead of when I was told. It should be here if you fast forward about 1 hour and 40 minutes: www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b006v5tb/episodes/player
But it is only available for 24 hours.
I had only been on hormones for about 8 or 9 months, but feeling very girly...Wish I was that thin again...but no testosterone left, hence no muscle to burn that fat off, only girly fat now...my last "T" level reading was only 8, I started at 798!
As said in the previous pic, these guys spent their late evening playing very acrobatic football on the beach. Some people would have paid to watch, am sure. They had lots of fun -and whilst at it, they released a fair amount of testosterone in front of girlfriends too.
Difficult to catch them on my Rolleiflex, but worth the effort.
Chiavari (Liguria), July 2009.
I cannot tell you how many times this has happened to me over the last few years. I'm in the right place at the right time to see something that I've never seen before and someone out walking their kid sees me with my camera and comes running up to see what I'm watching. This time, it was a guy with his three year old and the child was either amped up on sugar, severely hyperactive, or addicted to crystal meth. Whatever the issue, the guy and his immediately spooked these two off almost instantly.
Instead of apologizing for f**king up my time with these birds, the guy starts quizzing me on what species they were. When I told him tersely that they were norther flickers he then asked me what they ate (he didn't pick up on my veiled hostility) and wondered if it they should bring bread with 'em next time. I told him that bread wouldn't work because they live primarily on bugs and the eyeballs of three year olds with dip-shit parents. He managed to understand that little hint, called me rude, and then left. And I thought I was being sarcastic.
It pains me to say that this bad boy was packing a British flag. I think the male aggression necessary to contemplate this look is being trolled by the little boat to the right
Tomorrow begins the next phase of my journey. Wish me luck, (thank you!), but... life is complex. My personal journey as a trans female with fifty years of testosterone has very much led me to the most beautiful life.
There is a greater spirit that has watched over me. Seeing the beautiful future I had coming my way, she has, time and again, guided me to hold off on this life changing event.
"Not yet", she said.
"You are about to meet a beautiful angel of a woman, and you will fall in love with her smile and laugh, her egg salad sandwiches and her love of play dough, walks at the beach, and your future children."
"You can't change now. Just live your life as it is in all it's beauty and all it's struggles."
"Not yet", the Greater Spirit said.
"You are having your first born child. You are going to fall in love with her as she toddles around the pavement of Sesame Place. You are going to want to whisk her and all her curls up and protect her from the world forever. Then, someday she's going to begin driving lessons and scare the hell out of you. But then, she's going to travel the world and tell you about amazing adventures!"
"Not yet", she said.
"Not yet", she said.
"You are having a second child and they are going to complete your family in the most beautiful way. They are going to make you laugh so hard at the dinner table, you will have tears of laughter coming down your cheeks (and out your nose!) They are going to grow into a strong woman, a fierce protector of those they love, and standing strong for the power of love over the power of anything else. They are going to go on to love deeply and make a difference in lives of those surrounding them."
"Not yet", she said.
"Okay, Michael. Now it is time."
Through years of attempting to shut down testosterone through pharmaceutical options, testosterone lingered and held on in stubborn fashion. But last October, through injections of very strong blockers, I experienced for the first time in my life just how amazing it felt to live my life without testosterone. It was as if a gentle rainbow had laid down in a path before me. The air surrounding me, in time, became calm. I could finally stand still. I could look around and be present in the moment. I finally found peace within.
But, this past May, I smelled and felt the testosterone returning, which labwork proved to be true. The injection therapy I was on was not a permanent solution.
Tomorrow, we begin a new chapter in my journey. One that is a new and gentle strength.
And this chapter will include our children creating their own dreams. It will include walks at the beach. It will include flying around the country to work with choirs, meeting amazing people, forging new friendships and filling my heart with all these new friends. This new chapter will include Carnegie Hall!
My heart swells with anticipation and excitement for all these wonderful adventures. And, I get to walk through this beautiful life with Melissa, and with my scars of both struggles and triumphs.
EVERY part of my journey has brought me to this moment.
EVERY part of my journey has brought me to HERE!
EVERY part of my journey is truly where my music comes from.
❤️Thank you for being my friend and coming into my life!❤️
Fall is the season for whitetail photography. It's the only time of year you can reliably photo bucks. They get a little reckless when the testosterone rages. Our beautiful world, pass it on.
If you're into watching Elephant Seals during breeding season, Ano Nuevo Beach is the place to be. I've witnessed it first hand and can tell you that the testosterone is flowing in megadoses. But this image has nothing to do with that. I like to make sure that my stuff can get through your Content Filter. ;-) What it does show is the dynamic elegance of one of my favorite spots along the Northern California coastline.
I took this shot with my point and shoot camera so the resolution is a bit lower than I'd like, but with a little work I think it made a pretty good case for Slider's Sunday.
I'm posting this a little early because I'm off to take pictures at the South Yuba River Citizens League (SYRCL) 30th Anniversary Auction and Picnic. I'm a volunteer for this great organization that is busting it's butt to keep the Yuba River Watershed a natural and unspoiled habitat. I'll catch up with all of your photos tomorrow morning.
Happy Slider's Sunday everyone.
Ano Nuevo, CA
Making Love or Cold Hard Sex?
Love and Lust are inextricably intertwined.
Lust is ground zero for hormones -- it's nature's way of bringing the sexes together to mate.
In fact, without Lust, it's doubtful that Love between our species would have a chance to prosper at all.
The driving force of the sexual imperative bridges the gap between the almost incompatible brain styles of the two sexes.
Men fight wars over Lust, but they make homes and families for Love.
For men, Lust is a heady experience; the brain goes on hold and red-hot surges of testosterone run the show.
Lust -- like Love -- is truly blind.
This is why, especially at the beginning of a relationship, it can be hard to tell whether you're in Lust or in Love;
So how can you tell the difference between Lust and Love?
Here are a few tips to help you sort things out.
It's Lust if:
You're totally focused on looks and body.
You don't care about anything she/he has to say.
You only want to be with her/him to have sex.
You make excuses not to spend time with her/him, except for sex.
He/She is your booty call.
You leave after sex.
No cuddling, no breakfast the next morning, just "I gotta go."
It's Love, baby!
It's Love if:
The chemistry between you is remarkable.
You get lost in your conversations and the hours pass like minutes.
You're more than willing to listen to him/her when he/she talks about his/her day.
You find him/her beautiful when they wake up in the morning.
You want to spend time with him/her.
All you want to do is to be with him/her, whether you're having sex or not.
You see or fantasize a future together.
You introduce him/her to your family.
Lust is short-term fun;
Love is the long haul.
Even though the two sometimes masquerade as each other,
you should be able to tell the difference.
The real trick is in deciding what you want and that's up to you;
so it’s your turn, roll the dice..
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Two bull elk spar in an autumn field, near Jasper, Alberta, Canada.
I've been lucky enough to come across elk herds during the rut on several occasions in different places, and listening to the bulls' haunting bugling, and watching the bulls' fights for dominance are highlights of the experience. Their antlers are more than sharp enough to do serious damage, and I expect eyes can be lost in these battles with only the smallest mistake.
These two were among several bulls milling around on the periphery of the herd--likely meaning they had already been vanquished by the dominant bull of the herd or were too young to mount a proper challenge as yet. While still seeming dangerous and energetic, this challenge appeared somewhat tentative, having less at stake than those more aggressive battles I have seen before from afar where it appeared the outcome would determine primacy in the herd.
This was the closest I have ever been to one of these displays, though this is still a significant crop from a 400mm handheld shot--but getting any closer to a bunch (there were three other bulls nearby also) of testosterone crazed, rutting bulls didn't seem like a good idea.
This is another quick laptop post from the road that may be processed a little better later.
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The most likely reason for the sudden encounter between these two Zebra's is the rising levels of testosterone amongst stallions.
Before the mating season arrives all the Stallion's are normally seen establishing their pecking order and the stronger one's automatically get to mate.
A quicky to practice receiver-NPU-ing.
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Couple years ago this was a great place to shoot. The lot was filled with modified American muscle cars, custom street rods, and other serious-BHP testosterone-fueled hot rides. But not no more.
"Glory Days" The Boss
I certainly didn’t have to go far for today’s image. This is my next-door neighbour’s place. On the left, you see the storage container that just showed up one day years ago on the property line. On the bottom right, you see the boat (we call it the HMS Eyesore) and camper that sit in their front yard. The other two photos show the annual manufacture of fishing weights (involving blow torches, lots of propane, and much melting of lead). This takes place in the driveway, giving our beautiful residential street the ambiance of Hank Hill’s back lane. Yep.
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Many moons ago, when I was full of testosterone, and my head was covered with hair, I was a three-sport athlete. The small town of Albion, New York was home to me and the Albion Purple Eagles. Sports are big in the town, and my brother, 10 years my senior, would bring home his football, wrestling, and track uniforms and paraphernalia, showing off the Eagles and his pride. As a kid, most of the elementary school was filled with children quickly moving away from stick figures to see who could draw the best Eagle. I was an Eagle. An Albion Purple Eagle.
In the early 90s, while working in Rochester, New York, we caught wind of a pair of Eagles nesting near Syracuse. This was big news as chemicals and all things related to people had driven the Bald Eagle numbers so low, it had been many years since Eagles had been known to nest any where in New York.
Without camera (I rarely carried one then), a car load of us gathered to make the trip to see this proud avian couple. Four+ hours round trip, just to catch a look through a long telescope. One of those looks where I acted grown up but my insides were mad mad mad cause I could hardly see a thing. I wanted a closer look.
Over the course of the next 16 years, I would occasionally see some beautiful bald eagles, and on 3 occasions, was able to use my long lens point and shoot to take some pictures – pictures that immediately became prized possessions.
Now, at the end of 2008, in events I believe to be fate and blessings, the Albion Purple Eagle has been granted permission to see, witness, and enjoy the raising of some Bald Eagles. I feel so alive and purposeful.
Antandrus. 486 bc.
our enemies are rarely ever obvious.
they have no names, no opinion.
War has no conscience ,it never
apologizes for its mistakes.
it ignores time, weather, race and ignorance.
It makes monsters of every man.
The ones who Survive are simply better monsters.
No, the title of this snap is not a mistyped quote from the film Babe. It more a sequence of events leading up to the shot.
Everything started OK. My GLW didn’t complain too much at being dragged away from a glass of fine wine and a warm fire just so she could stand on a cold Welsh hillside and press the shutter button. Setting up the camera equipment was a doddle. Driving around the singletrack winding road, with all lights blazing was not an issue. Everything went smoothly until I met the testosterone overdosed ram standing in the middle of the road. Apparently, he thought that he owned this section of the Queen’s Highway. From the demon look in his eye I deduce he also thought I, and my 2 tonnes of car, was challenging him for the right to copulate with the ewe that was beside him.
At this point I must digress a tad. It is true that I have Welsh heritage, and it is also true that the goodly Welsh have a certain unsavoury reputation, propagated by the slanderous English, when it comes to sheep. For the record, the case against me was never proven in a court of law and anything you hear otherwise is only rumour and conjecture. Unless it was on Twitter, in which case it is probably true. Especially if it was written by a certain D Trump. Although, I’ve noticed that, of late, he has gone a bit quiet on the Twitter front.
Back to the story. This riled ram really didn’t revel in my road antics. The beast lived up to its own verb by ramming my innocent auto. My car now proudly sports a horn-shaped dent in the passenger door. The things us tog have to endure for our art. The wife found it most entertaining, mind. Well worth delaying her wine for.