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Public School Crossdressing Day

Item from the local paper:

“The student council at King City Public School thought a great way to celebrate “school spirit” day would be for the boys to dress like girls and the girls to dress like boys. But what began as an offbeat suggestion for a fun day quickly became fodder for an intense debate over family values, the psychological implications of cross-dressing and whether gender identity politics were being forced on young minds.”

Once this event came to the attention of a certain Reverend, who is described as “a staunch social conservative who has expressed concerns in the past about a “homosexual agenda” in the school system” it became a whole brouhaha over gender politics in the schools, and was quickly withdrawn, despite the principal’s insistence that it was the students’ idea.

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Haaaaaaiir’s Janie!

On the occasion of the new year, I have been going through past photos and seeing how I have changed over time.

Here’s one from a few years back, when my hair was much shorter than it is now.

So tell me, do you prefer me with long hair, short hair or somewhere in between?

No, no, no! – The Girlfriend Look

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.”img_5504_thumb

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.

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Feet, Glorious Feet

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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Glamorous Blog Chain Mail Award

I am flattered, and moved by my recent receipt of this award from a cherished friend and blogger, whose witty and well-written words can be found at http://voyagesenrose.blogspot.com/ .

“I… I don’t know who to thank… there are so many people…  well, I’d certainly like to thank the Academy, and everyone who voted for me… and my parents for having me…  and, oh my dear, yes!  there’s Al Gore, for inventing the internet, and Schoolhouse Rock for all those conjunctions and other words I use…”

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Goodbye Fantasia for Another Year

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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He’s a Lying, Cheating Homo

Continuing my story from last night, our lesbian friend did manage to propose to her belle, and near as I could tell, the answer was yes. I say this because champagne was offered around and I saw them hugging. But she still didn’t seem satisfied for some reason…

She also was still perplexed by my existence and so was her fiancée. “You’re straight, right?” asked the lesbian fiancée.

“Well,” I said, “that depends on what you mean by being straight.”

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What a Difference a Year Makes

I arrived in Provincetown last night, tired and fighting a cold.

Tonight, I’m at Bayside Betsy’s bar listening to cheesy Olivia Newton-John tunes like “If you love me let me know, if you don’t then let me go…” and Neil Diamond, and drinking a very delicious Ginger Collins – a Tom Collins with a kick of ginger – very good.

I expect that tomorrow, I will go over to the Fantasia Fair registration office and say hello to those I know and tell them that I’d like to maybe have lunch with them a couple of times and attend a few of their shows, but that I won’t be registering for the conference or attending any of the galas or seminars.

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Going to the Hair Salon

Oh, it’s so exciting!

Today, I went into a hair salon with pictures of women’s hairstyles, and asked for a feminine cut! No hedging, no hemming no hawing.

The stylist looked a bit puzzled, but with my soft, reddish curls hanging all around my face in a clearly feminine way, albeit in desperate need of some styling, he went with it.

We discussed what was possible and what was recommended, and it wasn’t until after he had me in the chair, hair washed, that he asked me why I would want a feminine hairdo.

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Infiltrating the Mainstream

I turned on the television this morning to a program called “TV Made Me Do It” and they were telling the story of a guy who dresses like a woman in order to add flamboyance to his life, and who wanted to try to sell a house dressed in a wild dress and 6-inch platform heels.

Flipping the channel, I came to a commercial for Family Guy, where he is dressed like a female prostitute…

Then, a commercial for popcorn, with a little girl sitting in her bedroom pretending to have a tea-party when her father and brother come in wanting to have some popcorn, and agree to put on a tutu and silly hat…

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