Nov
30
It’s funny how things work in reverse.
Just the other day, I was remarking about being almost universally perceived as female, even in guy mode.
Well, yesterday, I went shopping as Janie – maybe not full makeup, but lipstick and jewellery and girl clothes – and wouldn’t you know it, I am suddenly an interesting curiosity…
Read More»Nov
28
Chicagoans see me as a girl, it seems.
I have yet to break out my girl clothes or makeup, I haven’t taken a razor to my face in almost a week, and yet I have been treated almost exclusively as female, whether in a restaurant, or trying on clothes in a department store, or on the street.
…and that suits me just fine!
Though I had no problem looking through the clothes in the women’s section of a certain department store, I really didn’t have the nerve to ask to be let into the women’s change rooms in my then state of appearance. But the sales clerk who came by offering assistance referred to me as ma’am, so I thought I’d give it a shot.
Read More»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?
Read More»Sep
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.
Read More»Apr
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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