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»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»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.
Read More»Under the general heading of “Pot Calling Kettle” or “Let She Who is Without Sin…” I am putting my high-heeled foot down after seeing the abomination that is called “The Girlfriend Look.”
H&M, of which I am a loyal and enthusiastic customer, issued one of their fashion magazines a month or so ago containing the page pictured at right.
I would have thought that just seeing the photos would have been enough for most everyone to agree that this was an idea whose time will never come…
But, I was wrong, sadly.
After all, the folks at H&M did actually issue it, and I guess fashion designers will have their little laugh and women will have their revenge…
Just don’t come crying to me when you can’t find a masculine man when you want one.
Read More»It’s quite something, this girl thing! I find pleasure in the most unexpected places…
I’ve been walking around a bit in a jean skirt and high-heeled mule-type sandals, which does present a challenge after a while. But that aside, I sat down at a patio table at Fred’s Mexican, and let my sandals slide off my feet as they dangled from the bar-height chairs.
It surprises me the sensual feeling I am getting from sitting here with my feet, the pair, bare, in the air… legs crossed, hair tossed, getting sauced on a fabulous margarita!
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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»I spent the most wonderful weekend in Las Vegas at a rockabilly festival, dancing, listening to rock’n’roll legends, watching jive dance contests, admiring all the hipsters in their fabulous outfits and retro hairdos, going to a tiki pool party, seeing those incredible old cars, and buying swanky clothes…
…just having a blast with great, fun people and phenomenal music!
My girlfriend really wanted to share this experience with me as a boy – and it made a lot of sense to me too – we could dance together and get into the vibe of a bygone time, and meet all these people without having the TG thing in the way.
Read More»I was on a video-call with a friend of mine the other day – this friend does not know about my little secret… so obviously I was being a guy. Thing was, I was shirtless and sitting there in front of the camera…
I kept fidgeting either to cover my breasts or position myself so that they were off the screen.
It’s starting to look like the wall between the two sides of me is developing leaks, and there’s no way to tell whether or how long it will take before the trickle turns into a flood and the wall comes tumbling down. Those of you who have been reading my posts will understand that I have always been about keeping my boy side separate from my girl side. I love being able to be whichever I please whenever I please, but I’ve prided myself on keeping the two sides as separate and different as possible….
Read More»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.
Read More»I recently commented on another site regarding some of the issues involved in posting photos online, in my case first disguised by a wig and makeup, and then later without.
To re-quote the relevant parts of my comments:
Read More»Posting my first photos was as much liberating as it was scary, but I was wearing a wig and a lot of makeup, and I carefully disguised any background that might be familiar. Trouble was, there was also a part of me that looked at those photos and didn’t see myself either. In fact, I would scour the photos and eliminate those where I looked too much like myself.
This didn’t really sit well with the gurl inside, though.
Over time – not that long, actually – I have improved my physical appearance so that I look more feminine and don’t need a disguise. So, I dropped the wig, cut back on the makeup and can now feel that the photos have more truth in them, if you know what I mean.
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