Feb
01
I just thought I’d direct your attention to an interesting article from the BBC entitled “Why Did Men Stop Wearing High Heels?”
For the uninitiated, it seems that men used to have long hair, wear flowing, frilly clothes, and yes, high heels. At times, this was done for functional reasons; other times, it was to signify wealth and class.
Equally interesting is that high heels were out of fashion for a time for both genders.
It was not only designers but changing gender and class roles and social mores that influenced who wore the pants… or stilettos… in the family.
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May
18
I play hockey. No, not Janie, him! Yes, him – the guy that I am.
I have always been fairly good at sports, and quite competitive, and I proudly love and play Canada’s game – hockey.
But, there I was last time out, when a guy took a shot that hit me in the ankle and smarted like the ever-lovin’ dickens! And, what do you know, but the only thought running amok in my head as I crumpled to the ice in pain was, “Oh, no! I am going to have a bruise; how will I ever be able to wear that skirt and heels next weekend?”
Now, it didn’t take me long to become more realistic in my thinking, but it was no less distressing, “Sheesh, this really f***’in hurts… I might not even be able to walk in heels at all!”
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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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Oct
25
The way I see it, sometimes the simplest things are the sexiest.
You can put on a corset and collar, low-cut bustier, micro-mini skirt and fishnet stockings, spiked thigh-high boots and dramatic makeup and you’ll have something screaming sexy, no doubt.
But, in my view, that’s trying too hard. And the results are more shrill than “sexy” should be.
Sexy is a mood, a feeling… it is something sensual and deep rather than painted on superficially. Its subtlety is what makes it so powerful… it is almost an ambush the way it overwhelms its prey…
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Jul
28
Ever heard of Kazaky?
They are an up-and-coming boy band, with multi-million-hit youtube releases of two music videos last year. Kazaky is a highly sexualized, gender-bending energetic, athletic Ukranian band, pumping out beat-heavy dance anthems that are actually pretty good!
But, what caught my eye – aside from their rock-hard abs and impressively synched dance steps – was that these boys do it in 4-inch heels!
Now, you know that I am not a big fan of mixing and mashing genders, but I do try to keep an open mind and see how each new idea in this regard hits me, as honestly as possible.
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Jul
02
I am not accustomed to the political side of transgender life, so my attendance at today’s Trans March was a new thing for me.
As you can see from the photos, in the course of my participation, I happened to lend a hand to a couple of girls who were carrying a banner, and was photographed doing so.
Not a good idea for someone whose family and friends don’t know about my alter-ego. I had some concern I would end up on the front page of the newspaper and so made a point of checking the headlines and video.
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Apr
30
Lather, rinse, repeat…
There I was relaxing by the pool, when a couple of friends joined me…
…one conquered bottle of tequila later, it was time to get ready for the Fetish Party.
There are some real fetish girls in the group, but the Wildside Fetish Party is nothing so hardcore. It is just the same bunch of wonderful gals as the previous night, dressed to a different theme: latex, leather, corsets and such, coming together for another fabulous get-together of sharing stories and feelings, flirting, camming, dancing, joking…
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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…
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16
It was upon looking at some older pictures of myself that a distressing thought occurred to me… and often, as now, these thoughts become the subject of a blog post…
I fear that since I have become more womanly and authentic, I have also become a lot more… well, BORING!
Oh, don’t deny it! 
Was a time, I’d wear pink hair and 6-inch heels…
…maybe a caricature, but certainly better for the amusement of others than what I am becoming – which is a fairly regular girl. When one is counting on the attention of her viewers and readers, it is not by any means a given that “normal” is a good thing.
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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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