Feb
07
I am saddened and dismayed to learn of the spate of violence against trans people that has hit Washington, DC.
Deoni Jones, a 23 year old transgender woman was fatally stabbed on Thursday night at a bus stop in North-Eastern Washington just a few days ago.
Police, understandably, are hesitant to jump to the obvious conclusion that this is a hate crime, but I suspect they will in time. And this is why:
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05
Just a quick note on today’s big football game: I am voting for the Patriots.
My reason: Tom Brady, the cutest man in football.
Go Pats!
Jan
30
[…continued from Play or Pass…]
What does a girl say to a guy she finds handsome and sweet and funny and sexy, who wants to take her to bed with him?
Apparently, this girl says, “No.”
I was not playing games, not teasing him. And, it wasn’t anything like saving myself so that he would respect me in the morning.
Turning down a guy I felt like I wanted to be with was admittedly contradictory, illogical, unpredictable… but also, totally honest, spiritually driven and a move towards intimacy rather than away from it.
I passed on the opportunity for sex mostly because, amazingly, I wanted something else even more.
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Jan
27
A couple of days ago, I asked a question about the way crossdressers portray themselves photographically. Today, I will offer an opinion, which you may infer from the title.
I have made mention in the past of men’s inclination to represent themselves by their sexual organs, often to the exclusion of their faces. Oh, they take pictures of it from every conceivable angle and then share it with the world as if it were the most amazing thing.
If you’ve got something, show it off: my car is faster than yours; my drill is more powerful; my cellphone is newer, etc.
Crossdressing doesn’t seem to change this: my heels are higher than yours, look what I can fit in my… (I just can’t say it), and so on…
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25
Every day, I get people friending me on flickr, and when I go to check them out, I find that a disturbing number of them seem to have gone through a surprisingly similar routine in their self-photography.
What they seem to do is take a few pictures of themselves facing the camera, with their heads cuts off, and then they turn around and bend over for the camera.
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23
[…continued from Punctured Charm…]
I was getting on just fine with this guy I met at my fave bar.
Physical attraction? Check. Personal connection? Check. Mutual desire? Check.
We were doing pretty well.
“C’mon, let’s go,” he said.
In the course of our conversation, he had described some of the things he wanted to do to me and the way he would treat me, and what he would have me do to him, and it was exactly as if he was reading my fantasies to me. (Perhaps not the classiest things in the world to say to me at our first meeting, but I was in a forgiving mood. :P)
I tossed around the possibilities in my mind. Should I? …
(Conclusion, next week.)
Jan
20
I have often wondered whether I am being unduly generous with myself in allowing that I might be two spirits in one body.
But then, I have an experience that reinforces the truth of that assertion.
I was out and about yesterday, doing my thing in a pretty patterned skirt, pink tights and a white top – and yet I felt every bit a man. It was a bizarre feeling of being trapped inside these feminine clothes, and having to force every girly action. I was totally pretending.
I was feeling strong and somewhat aggressive and practical; not the slightest bit soft.
I remember saying to myself, “These stupid shoes – how am I supposed to get anywhere in these!?” And, “Why am I doing this?”
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Jan
19
Yesterday, it finally happened.
I don’t normally kiss and tell, but as there really wasn’t any kissing involved, I feel somewhat free to tell all.
Yes, I met a man. We talked for a while, and I found him intelligent and forthright. Long story short, he gave the impression that I could count on seeing him in the future pretty much whenever I wanted.
Having built a rapport based on trust, I allowed him to get me inebriated. Pretty soon, he got me out of my clothes, and then took out his enormous um… equipment… and, slowly but surely, penetrated me.
By the time he was all the way in, I had actually fallen asleep. It seems he had drugged me…
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Jan
16
[continued from My Tall Drink of Water…]
I have found that online interactions are very helpful in breaking the ice for an ultimate in-person meeting. It mitigates the awkwardness of approaching someone or being approached by a stranger, and gives you some context in terms of conversation.
I had just met this guy in a bar – but then again, we already kinda knew each other a bit from our online interaction.
As I sat there in the bar talking with him, I was enjoying myself even though I really had no idea what I was getting myself into.
I continue to be fascinated by the things that strike me so differently as a woman as opposed to my other self. For example, I could literally feel my attraction to him grow stronger when I realized from a story he was telling that he was a smart and sensible man – or at least capable of being one at times.
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Jan
12
It is an inevitable challenge of being a heterosexual t-girl to decipher why it is that you like what you see in the mirror, to distinguish between your internal self and your external self.
As a non-T guy, you can look in the mirror and think that you look good, and that’s as far as it goes.
But, as a trans-woman, your impression is clouded by the simple fact that your guy side will be attracted to your female presentation.
So, when you look in the mirror, are you a woman admiring herself just as any single-gendered person might?
Or, are you a guy, being turned on by that woman in the mirror, whom you know you can have, who you know will do the things you want…
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