I have returned to San Diego, to spend a couple of weeks before the wild party that is Viva Wildside in Las Vegas.
More than any place I have been, San Diego is a place in which I feel comfortable being Janie all the time and whenever and wherever I please. So, I am loving just being me. A simple pleasure, but a special one for a tgirl out and about, I think.
Read More»I spent the most wonderful weekend in Las Vegas at a rockabilly festival, dancing, listening to rock’n’roll legends, watching jive dance contests, admiring all the hipsters in their fabulous outfits and retro hairdos, going to a tiki pool party, seeing those incredible old cars, and buying swanky clothes…
…just having a blast with great, fun people and phenomenal music!
My girlfriend really wanted to share this experience with me as a boy – and it made a lot of sense to me too – we could dance together and get into the vibe of a bygone time, and meet all these people without having the TG thing in the way.
Read More»I was on a video-call with a friend of mine the other day – this friend does not know about my little secret… so obviously I was being a guy. Thing was, I was shirtless and sitting there in front of the camera…
I kept fidgeting either to cover my breasts or position myself so that they were off the screen.
It’s starting to look like the wall between the two sides of me is developing leaks, and there’s no way to tell whether or how long it will take before the trickle turns into a flood and the wall comes tumbling down. Those of you who have been reading my posts will understand that I have always been about keeping my boy side separate from my girl side. I love being able to be whichever I please whenever I please, but I’ve prided myself on keeping the two sides as separate and different as possible….
Read More»Here I am sitting at a Starbucks, waiting for a brand new friend to arrive from out of town.
When I say “brand new,” I mean that I’ve never met her, but I have corresponded with her at great length online, and our rapport has been a kind of sexy and smart, whirling and twirling dance of magical comet dust in the sky among the stars. Over time, our words have intermingled and procreated, producing fairy tales and flouncy flirting that have delighted and intoxicated us both.
Read More»I recently commented on another site regarding some of the issues involved in posting photos online, in my case first disguised by a wig and makeup, and then later without.
To re-quote the relevant parts of my comments:
Read More»Posting my first photos was as much liberating as it was scary, but I was wearing a wig and a lot of makeup, and I carefully disguised any background that might be familiar. Trouble was, there was also a part of me that looked at those photos and didn’t see myself either. In fact, I would scour the photos and eliminate those where I looked too much like myself.
This didn’t really sit well with the gurl inside, though.
Over time – not that long, actually – I have improved my physical appearance so that I look more feminine and don’t need a disguise. So, I dropped the wig, cut back on the makeup and can now feel that the photos have more truth in them, if you know what I mean.
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