Oct
18
Where I come from, having lobster is a pretty special affair, and is therefore to be eaten in finery – tuxedos, gowns, cocktails dresses and such. More to the point, one wants to be dressed in clothing that costs more than the weighty number at the bottom of the bill that arrives once we’re done wiping the melted butter away from our lips.
But, in port towns where lobster comes from, both the food bill and the luxury factor are much diminished. And, as is often the case with food, the less it costs, the better it is. If you doubt my word, ask yourself whether or not an in-season tomato, locally grown, is not cheaper and infinitely more wonderful than the pricey winter tomatoes flown in from southerly climes.
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17
Hi everyone! Today, I find myself in lovely Provincetown, Massachusetts, quaint – cute as a button – seaside village, on a sunny, gorgeous day.
PTown is the site of Fantasia Fair, the longest running of the many tgirl conferences in the U.S. It was here that I came, back in my very early days as a tgirl, to find my feet as it were, and it was a judicious decision if there ever was one.
There is no place I have ever been where it is easier to be a crossdresser or tgirl of any stripe. We pretty much have the run of the town – and we are EVERYWHERE!
It is said that the hardest place in the world to “pass” is PTown during Fantasia – as everyone in town is presumed to be T; that is the extent to which we are ubiquitous. We are totally accepted, and any girl, from the rank beginner on up, can feel comfortable walking the streets. You are so likely to be taken as trans that it is neither a reflection on your “passability” nor a concern at all. (Many GGs are mistaken for tgirls too.)
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Jul
26
Among the many things I worry about when going out as a girl, car trouble rarely makes the list.
And, there I was, driving along when my car just up and died on me. I tried to rouse the patient, but it wasn’t responding.
And, to make matters worse, I had forgotten my cellphone.
I sat there, a little annoyed that my day was about to be ruined when I realized how thankful I should be that I was, at that moment, my guy self.
Phew!!
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Jul
13
So there I was, getting out of my car in my coolest and loveliest sundress. I locked the car and put my keys in my purse. Then, hoisting my purse onto my shoulder, I walked behind the car, preparing to cross the street.
I heard a metallic clank and looked down and back to see a sewer grate. What could have made the noise, I wondered. I knew my keys were in my purse. So was my cellphone. And, my sunglasses were on my head.
Oh well, could have been anything… I had to pee, so I went on my way.
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Jun
06
Bathroom use for tgirls seems to be all the rage as a hot-button issue for the acceptance of trans people – a ridiculous shame of digression and distraction.
In any event, I had a bit of a challenging experience yesterday. I usually just go in, quietly proceed to an open stall, do my business and get out without making an issue of the whole thing.
But, the restaurant where I was last night had a women’s washroom that had a beautiful waiting area complete with vinyl sofa and it was meant to be used; there were only 2 little cabinets off in the corner. The restaurant is rather large, so it should come as little surprise that there was a line – and there would always be a line…
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28
Today was travel day, and I decided to wear a flirty, flouncy sundress and high-heeled sandals. I wanted to feel as feminine as possible before I return to the drudgery of life tomorrow.
Kudos once again to the security people for not even flinching as they perused my passport.
And, thanks to the security officer who smiled at me and complimented my dress.
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17
Quite a comedown from my Las Vegas trip, I am back to the drudgery of daily life…
Today is as grey and dull as can be, spitting rain and very cool – quite a come-down from the sunny, warm southwest U.S.
Also had to deal with the tedium of getting out of the house as a girl again. There is a subtle emotional price you pay for having to subjugate your authenticity to reality.
Ho, hum…
Anyways, just had a quick look around and made a dash for the car.
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Apr
19
The annual Sin City Soirée is coming up in just a few days… so exciting!
For those of you who haven’t been with me for that long, I have been going to an annual t-girl week in Las Vegas for a few years now, and find it to be a celebration of all that’s great about being T!
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09
I’m a baaad girl sometimes.
Not in any nefarious sense, but I do like to play with people’s minds sometimes, even if it ends up that it is only playing with my own.
I spoke recently (here) about having to remember which gender I am at any given time, but sometimes I do remember quite well that I’m supposed to be a guy, but yet throw in some feminine gender cues on purpose just to see what reaction there might be.
I don’t know if it is just passive-aggressiveness, a secret desire to be discovered and end this double life, or just the mischievous person I have always been, looking for just a little bit of trouble…
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Jan
06
As I recounted a few weeks ago in the post Batting My Eyelashes, I was pulled over by police while driving, and though I fully knew I would have to give the officer my real driver’s license, I wasn’t the slightest bit trepidatious.
I began to think about this a bit.
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