Nov
15
Getting out of the house without being seen, or at least without outing myself is becoming a major problem in my life these days, as I start to go out regularly during the day.
Today, I was wearing a high-waisted short teal blue denim skirt with sexy white stockings, a blousy white top and black riveted belt. The look was completed with my lovely Calvin Klein high-heeled boots.
The short, but exposed walk to my car in that outfit was bound to catch someone’s eye – after all, that’s part of the outfit’s appeal, isn’t it?
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13
After a handful of days in Montreal, it suddenly dawned on me that I don’t have to go all the way to San Diego for a place to be free and easy and Janie.
The realization came to me as I was walking down the street looking for a cafe for our Labor Day morning coffee and breakfast. I’m out and about, wearing scarcely any makeup, in jeans and a t-shirt, and I am as comfortable as can be. No one looks at me strangely; no one bothers me. I am treated with respect and courtesy…
Read More»May
01
As much as I enjoyed my first Viva Wildside Sin City Soiree, this one blows that experience a mile out of the water!
I am a bit shy, and it takes a bit for me to open up to people. Last year, I met a bunch of strangers who turned into sweet friends. This year, I walked into a room of friends and left with real and much deeper connections.
I imagine this experience just gets better – richer – every year…
Read More»Apr
29
Saturday was spent largely at the pool, drinking margaritas (sometimes upside-down) and hanging out with friends.
We had hoped to fit in a special dinner before our Cirque de Soleil show, but one of the key participants couldn’t toe the timeline. So we made the best of it, and went with Plan B.
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28
Friday night was our chance to live it up. A local gay club – for a fee – treats us like royalty. We get the total VIP treatment, which means a quick escort upstairs to the private rooms with bottle service and a view of the dancefloor.
By this time in the week, the girls have gotten very friendly with one another, and this is the perfect venue to let it all hang out.
Some, by turn, go downstairs and dance among the gay boys, some take their place in one of the rooms, drink in hand, and interact with those who come by, while others prowl around the suites, seeking conversation and flirtation.
And, as always, pictures, pictures, pictures.
Read More»Apr
23
What a difference a year makes!
On last year’s trip to Las Vegas and Wildside, I was just getting to know everyone, and the idea of prancing around in lingerie was quite intimidating for me. Nonetheless, I sucked it up and my concerns turned out to be much ado about nothing.
I had a very nice time, though I must admit I was fortified then by several pretty strong margaritas.
This year, I was among friends.
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Apr
08
I have returned to San Diego, to spend a couple of weeks before the wild party that is Viva Wildside in Las Vegas.
More than any place I have been, San Diego is a place in which I feel comfortable being Janie all the time and whenever and wherever I please. So, I am loving just being me. A simple pleasure, but a special one for a tgirl out and about, I think.
Read More»Mar
29
Here I am sitting at a Starbucks, waiting for a brand new friend to arrive from out of town.
When I say “brand new,” I mean that I’ve never met her, but I have corresponded with her at great length online, and our rapport has been a kind of sexy and smart, whirling and twirling dance of magical comet dust in the sky among the stars. Over time, our words have intermingled and procreated, producing fairy tales and flouncy flirting that have delighted and intoxicated us both.
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15
Our Fantasia experience was winding down, and it was time to say goodbye to those who weren’t going back to the hospitality suite, but the club started playing some 1980s disco to close out the night, tunes like Celebration, You Make Me Feel Mighty Real, Hot Stuff, etc. and GF and others wanted to dance to this stuff, so despite my poor aching feet, how could I say no?
The hospitality suite was only across the street,but by the time I managed to pry the door open, my feet were killing me again, and I staggered through the door with a staccato, “Owww… oww… ow!” to snickers of laughter. (Where’s the sympathy, empathy, support and understanding? Huh?)
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