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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Jun
01
I have been back from Wildside and Las Vegas for two weeks now, and somehow haven’t managed a report on the fabulous week I spent there.
I didn’t really know what to expect when I finally met up with these Wildside gals. The main reason I chose this group is that they seemed a lot more fun and raunchy than the other. As much as I desired to let my hair down and have a good time – rather than just a nice, proper and evolved time – I worried that I might be too tame for this crowd. How wild and crazy were they? How far would they go? How far would I go? There is only so much you can tell from online interaction, right?
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May
12
Well, I finally did it! I flew on a plane! I put on my pink mini-skirt and respectable heels and a t-shirt and went to the airport. I figured, if I was going to fly as a girl, I might as well look unmistakably as one, so I ditched my original plan to wear my jeans, sexy as they are, and went with the skirt.
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May
11
If the allure of spending some time in San Diego weren’t already obvious to me from visiting the nearby beach towns, breakfast at Hash House a Go-Go followed later by pink cupcakes and espresso at Babycakes are further ambassadors of the city’s attractiveness as a place to hang out.
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May
09
Duuuuuuude!!!!
I went out to the beach towns of Pacific Beach and Ocean Beach to see the beach and eat at Hodad’s.
It is incredibly cold for a 75 degree day on these coastal towns, and a fair-skinned lass like myself can find herself burned to a crispy red without ever feeling much heat! So, I took the precaution of slabbering sunscreen everywhere. I have noticed the dry, aged weathered skin of so many Southern Californians that is due to the unending supply of irresistibly beautiful sunny days and that has scared me into using sunscreen – which I rarely do.
Ocean Beach is a nice sun-kissed beach town and comes with an extensive collection of California stereotypes.
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Apr
26
Ahhh! Mid-May is round the corner… the time when the sun is shining, the first blooms are sprouting in the Great White North… and transwomen descend on Las Vegas!
For a decade or so, a group calling itself Diva Las Vegas (www.geekbabe.com/dlv) has been organizing a trip to Las Vegas unlike any other trans convention.
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24
I’m in a coffee shop today, dressed as boy, and this friendly older woman sits down beside me, glancing at me and smiling as she deals with her difficulty of maneuvering her older and overweight body onto her seat. I’m sitting at a window and the sun is shining directly at me, and the heat is almost unbearable, my body having become accustomed to the cold I just had to deal with outside. Luckily, I am dressed in layers and pull off my v-neck sweater. As I do, the lady looks at me and does a double-take and says, “I thought you were a girl!”
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Feb
22
(continuation of Smile for the Camera.)
I tried to manage a smile despite my embarrassment, and Derek seemed impressed with the photos he was getting. “Cmon, honey, stroke your leg… give us some sexiness…. I know you have it in you!”
I was almost ready to cry, but I tried, touching my ankle and caressing the side of my calf. Massaging myself calmed me down a bit, as did the slightest tingle of excitement I felt at Derek’s interest in me.
I got up like a newborn doe, legs wobbly on my high heels and, bending forward to obstruct his view as I lowered my skirt back into place. Then, I dusted myself off and looked into the camera. “I can do this,” I thought to myself.
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Feb
20
A little fiction to spice up your day:
I started out the day as usual, arriving at the office around 8:30 a.m. I was wearing my vintage navy blue skirt and sleeveless matching top with white stitching in the wide boatneck collar and curved triangular buttons down the front. It turns out that my boss’s partner had a meeting across town and he had taken his secretary along, and the photographers were out on assignment, so only Derek and I were in the office.
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