Please make me feel accepted and inpeace!" I was praying the very moment I was left alone with the icon.There is something special about a man praying...to a female image,something humbling but with a high degree of acceptance.Finding the icon and my emotional reaction to it can be nothing but acoincidence. But anyway, I decided to learn a bit about shamanism.*** Transgender Shamans, Transgender GodsShamanism has become a popular subject. There are tonnes of materialdevoted to it. But a lot of it. “Mick, what do you think? Is it ok with you if Sarah joins us?”“Let me get this right. We get a letter from Barb telling me that I have a daughter and a son, and that my babies are healthy, and you drop the bomb that you already planned for me to be their father if something went wrong with Barb. Barb also sends us a special sex lube and the second sexiest woman in the room wants to start a fuck fest with the three to celebrate, but is really just unbelievable horny. Is that about right?”“That. Next, my mother-in-law passed a very sexy comment by saying, “Oh my gosh! What a sexy Indian beauty we have got, no wonder my son is banging you a lot, how he can spare you!!??”I bluntly responded with a nasty smile, “Yes, you are darn right, your son bangs me a lot every single day”.She then said, “Hmm. Does he fuck your brains out, sweety?”I nodded my head with a seductive smile on my face. My mother-in-law grabbed me and fused her mouth against my lips with a great passion which I could not. A few days into this break, I was walking home from a visit to a high street tailor where I'd been measured for my very first suit, something that my forthcoming job required, when I first heard and then saw Mrs. Jacobs, a near neighbour. What I heard was a heavy wheezing and after a brief visual search saw her lying on her lawn clutching her chest.I ran swiftly to her and asked if I could help but she was unable to reply as she struggled to breathe. To my untrained eye she appeared to be.