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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28
Following on from the last post, I figure that as an exercise in personal evolution and introspection, I could try to give being a “pretty man” a try and see how it feels.
In some sense, it occupies a middle ground between regular guy and trans woman, so maybe I can find a way to get my mind around the concept.
As a start, I went out this past weekend to a party with friends, and then out for a late bite dressed as you see in the photo. (I did not dare put on makeup.)
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Dec
30
Take me as I am! This girl doesn’t always smile. Sometimes she can be sultry, sometimes she can be miserable… sometimes she can try to look sultry and end up looking miserable. Oh, well!
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03
I was reading the About Me page of my blog, and it seems my perceptions of myself have changed somewhat.
In particular, certain statements now ring false to me (and they have been removed).
Read More»…no small part of the pleasure I get out of being womanly comes from the guy inside me quietly observing and enjoying Jane’s exploits from within…
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…
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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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12
I think it’s a fairly common thing among us t-girls to be “enthusiastic” shoppers. We do love our clothes, and shoes, don’t we?
There are times when I find it hard to walk past a clothing store without wanting to go in and try something on. I started to think that it was almost pathological.
One explanation that occurred to me is that I still don’t know who I am.
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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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Jul
08
The last of the major evening events for our Las Vegas week was a takeover of the entire VIP section of the Piranha Club.
The club surprised us by welcoming us with a huge poster. That was nice!
It was the full VIP experience, with three private rooms, lit in soft red light, bottle service and comfy couches. Those of us that wanted to dance went downstairs and gyrated to the pulses of “Club Music” which, I confess, sounds largely all the same to me. I danced a bit among the sweaty gay boys and some friends from the group, but for the most part enjoyed intimate conversation in the VIP room.
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Jun
29
The last of the major evening events for our Las Vegas week was a takeover of the entire VIP section of the Piranha Club. But first, there was the matter of dinner. And what better place for a group dinner for a collection of out-there t-girls than Liberace’s?
I knew where we were going, but not exactly when!
I had arranged with one of the girls who runs this thing for her to call me with the details when they were finalized. Despite what I know to be her best efforts and intentions, she forgot. It was therefore up to me to guess what had happened to them on Friday evening, and find my own way over to the restaurant, luckily before they had finished their meals.
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