Dec
19
The title of this post comes from one of many punchlines in the brilliant 1960s TV series “Get Smart.” Come to think of it, the title of that series is probably some pretty good advice I should be sternly imparting to myself after today’s events.
Sometimes I think I must lead a charmed life…
Today, I was walking down the street when I heard someone calling my name from behind me. I had just exited a shoe store, in which I had been examining a pair of shiny silver pumps, so hearing my male name startled me a bit. I turned around to find the wife of a close friend of mine smiling at me.
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14
I tried my hand at a little baking today – nothing too complicated, just gingerbread cookies.
I much prefer to cook, where I can create on the fly; baking seems a bit too constrained and measurements need to be too exact to suit my temperament.
The cookies turned out yummy, and now I have dessert for the week. Goes well with eggnog too.
Just another fun part of the holiday season.
Cheers!
Dec
12
The other day, I decided to attend a “Meet & Greet” in honor of the festive season and for the benefit of charity. GF was in the process of getting ready for her holiday baking, so this was a solo flight.
One of the ways they were raising money for their charity was to offer a photo-op with their Mr. December Santa in exchange for a donation. As I had every intention of taking them up on that offer, I donned my little red corset and a white crinoline. As this was a store that sells corsets and the like, I thought that would be a most appropriate outfit for the photo.
Reality Bites
Anyway, I also had some shopping to do several blocks from the party, so I parked somewhere in the middle. It was night, and cold, and I knew I’d have to walk, so I had a long-ish coat on to hide my somewhat provocative outfit, which had no place out on the street.
No matter… the first person I passed was a street drunk who, as he staggered past me, said, “Hey, Tranny!”
Great! Just what I needed. My shoes were a bit loose, making it hard to walk, and I had to hold my coat closed, so my posture may not have been perfect, but I didn’t realize I looked that bad so as to be clocked at 20 paces in the dark by a drunk.
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23
Picked up a morning coffee at Stumptown Roasters (yet another terrific NYC cafe!) before heading to Penn Station to catch a train to Philadelphia cheesesteaks!
Oh, yes. I do follow my stomach (unless there are more tantalizing temptations to distract me. 😉 )
So, there we are, having boarded the train with our two large valises, when GF gives me “the look.” Yes, dear, I know…
Suddenly, it is this girl’s duty to heave those suitcases onto the overhead rack – and from the stares that came my way, I was either being perceived as an incredibly able-bodied woman or, well, you know…
Oct
18
Where I come from, having lobster is a pretty special affair, and is therefore to be eaten in finery – tuxedos, gowns, cocktails dresses and such. More to the point, one wants to be dressed in clothing that costs more than the weighty number at the bottom of the bill that arrives once we’re done wiping the melted butter away from our lips.
But, in port towns where lobster comes from, both the food bill and the luxury factor are much diminished. And, as is often the case with food, the less it costs, the better it is. If you doubt my word, ask yourself whether or not an in-season tomato, locally grown, is not cheaper and infinitely more wonderful than the pricey winter tomatoes flown in from southerly climes.
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17
Hi everyone! Today, I find myself in lovely Provincetown, Massachusetts, quaint – cute as a button – seaside village, on a sunny, gorgeous day.
PTown is the site of Fantasia Fair, the longest running of the many tgirl conferences in the U.S. It was here that I came, back in my very early days as a tgirl, to find my feet as it were, and it was a judicious decision if there ever was one.
There is no place I have ever been where it is easier to be a crossdresser or tgirl of any stripe. We pretty much have the run of the town – and we are EVERYWHERE!
It is said that the hardest place in the world to “pass” is PTown during Fantasia – as everyone in town is presumed to be T; that is the extent to which we are ubiquitous. We are totally accepted, and any girl, from the rank beginner on up, can feel comfortable walking the streets. You are so likely to be taken as trans that it is neither a reflection on your “passability” nor a concern at all. (Many GGs are mistaken for tgirls too.)
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Jul
26
Among the many things I worry about when going out as a girl, car trouble rarely makes the list.
And, there I was, driving along when my car just up and died on me. I tried to rouse the patient, but it wasn’t responding.
And, to make matters worse, I had forgotten my cellphone.
I sat there, a little annoyed that my day was about to be ruined when I realized how thankful I should be that I was, at that moment, my guy self.
Phew!!
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Jul
13
So there I was, getting out of my car in my coolest and loveliest sundress. I locked the car and put my keys in my purse. Then, hoisting my purse onto my shoulder, I walked behind the car, preparing to cross the street.
I heard a metallic clank and looked down and back to see a sewer grate. What could have made the noise, I wondered. I knew my keys were in my purse. So was my cellphone. And, my sunglasses were on my head.
Oh well, could have been anything… I had to pee, so I went on my way.
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Jun
06
Bathroom use for tgirls seems to be all the rage as a hot-button issue for the acceptance of trans people – a ridiculous shame of digression and distraction.
In any event, I had a bit of a challenging experience yesterday. I usually just go in, quietly proceed to an open stall, do my business and get out without making an issue of the whole thing.
But, the restaurant where I was last night had a women’s washroom that had a beautiful waiting area complete with vinyl sofa and it was meant to be used; there were only 2 little cabinets off in the corner. The restaurant is rather large, so it should come as little surprise that there was a line – and there would always be a line…
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28
Today was travel day, and I decided to wear a flirty, flouncy sundress and high-heeled sandals. I wanted to feel as feminine as possible before I return to the drudgery of life tomorrow.
Kudos once again to the security people for not even flinching as they perused my passport.
And, thanks to the security officer who smiled at me and complimented my dress.
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