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I find it very difficult to write about things in a structred way these days. I think that perhaps, in the past, I used to have deep angerisms running through me that needed to be vented, and, along with an in-house Curran-vetting process (my Ex) I could come out with a stream of vaguely constructive prose about a particular issue that irked me.
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(Transvestism to the Max!)
I've told this story before, but seeing as some might have missed it, it feels right to repeat it.
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First of all, apologies for re-posting a story that I've talked about before. There's two reasons for this: Firstly, when I originally wrote about it, I was in a bit of a flap - and although I still get little panic attacks about the event, I figure I'm in a better position to tell it.
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As I've said before (although it's worth repeating, because - believe it or not - some people haven't read through every single one of my posts :unsure:) I've been dressing up as a girl for pretty-much most of my life. The first actual memories I have of it, involve clomping around my bedroom in some high-heels, a pink nightie, and a floppy hat that were in the dressing-up box that my brother and I used to play with, when I was about 6.
'Scuse me a second. There's something confusing me about the whole 'tranny scene' that I don't really understand.
Because Googling it just brings up a list of my friends.
Got a blog? Like wearing dresses? Worried that your content is a little sparse? Worry no more my little pantyhosed comrade. There's a world of content out there, just waiting to be reacted to.
...when I completely change the subject half-way through an interesting discussion by posting a random photograph, graphic or link, just for the hell of it?
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Making up new words is fun!
I always leave things to the last minute. Consequently, I'm flapping around like some kind of random lunatic, head buzzing with stress, fingers slightly aching from too much typing, and eyes slightly watering from looking at text on a screen for too long.
When I was young (not that I'm not young now you understand. I mean "younger", obviously), I was your usual run-of-the-mill 6th-form art student.
Must just mention Selina's post on the subject of Deuteronomy 22:5. I never really broach the subject of religion, but I have to confess that when that passage was first pointed out to me, my heart sank.
(Because someone has to)
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I mentioned I had a theory on this a while back, didn't I?
Sally love, I totally agree. But let me expand on that a little...
(I wrote this about a month ago. It was supposed to be the first of a three-part discussion on some of the problems I have with transvestism, the issues I think it generates, and the effects it has on other people. I was going to wait until I'd written all three parts before I posted it, but I think if I stuck to that strategy, it'll never see the light of day.)
This is going to sound horrendously pompous of me, and I wouldn't write it if I hadn't been continually worn down over the years by frustrating examples of the sort of emails that I know we all get.
(A post by > April, with an introduction by me)
I'm not myself at the moment.
It's quarter to midnight. I'm lying here on my sofa, in a big flowing black skirt, and an off-the-shoulder black gypsy top.
I'm a great fan of word-play - in particular, things that mean other things on several different levels. In a slightly-related theme, that little graphic of mine, the one over there on the left, is a prime example of this - I've never really explained what it's all about (I may never, actually), but it's symbolic of several different things.
You know sometimes you have weeks that catch you unawares?
Ha! I'm so funny! See what I did there? I made a pun on "draft" being a bit like "draught" and, er, well, I should probably have explained what was in my head before I congratulated myself on such a punning feat...
I'm not entirely sure exactly what I'm trying to say here, but it's something that's generally occupying my head (in a fuzzy way) at the moment - the whole mass democratisation aspect of the 'new web' (as it were). My general concern, at this exact moment in time, is that I'm going to come across as some kind of 'snob' - but fuck it...
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Let's see if I can explain this then :unsure:. It's a tricky issue, and one that (as Jill reminded me yesterday this morning) is quite relevant to the Online-Trannie™ phenomenon.
Oh boy, nothing like the opinions of a real woman to get the handbags of trannies rattling.
Hmm...
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One of my morning RSS feed intake - morons.org - took me in the direction of an article on glaad.org about the New York Post publishing "a Delonas cartoon depicting openly gay former New Jersey Governor Jim McGreevey - envisioning himself to be 'the rightful Miss N.J.'"
I'm not a great fan of the current trend in titling television programmes to go for the lowest common denominator - stuff like The Girl Whose[1] Head Fell Off.
Damm I looked good the other night. Seriously, you should've seen me.
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So I was thinking earlier - for no reason whatsoever - about the time I went out dressed in New York.
I am, obviously, an out--and-out, vehemently proud transvestite. I have no problem whatsoever with half the world knowing that I happen to like wearing ladies' clothing, going so far sometimes as to actualy try and look as much like a woman as (hu)manly possible. I will quite happily tell whoever I come across that I'm much more myself (sometimes...) when I'm wearing a skirt, or a big dress, or whatever.
(Tranniedom - not what it might at first appear)
Oh boy.
Not being a paid-up LiveJournaler (although bizarrely, noticing the other day that livejournal.com seems to have 'automagically granted' me an address :unsure:), I have no idea how the "current mood" thing works. Do you get some kind of pop-up list complete with random smilies to convey your head-state? Or do you have to manually tell the world how you're feeling?
"I know! I'll spend the whole day dressed as a girl!"

Apologies for yesterday :unsure: I personally thought it was hilarious - but hey, I'm never a good judge of that sort of thing.
It was interesting, today, reading through someone writing about me and completely getting my name wrong. It felt a little patronising to be honest - like they hadn't taken any time whatsoever to get to know anything about me. At one point, I seem to recall they actually put my (mispelt) name in quotation marks.
(Somewhere, deep in the bowels of Westminster Abbey, you can just about hear the sounds of a subterranean-rotational-movement coming from beneath a stone that says "Darwin")
OF course, the first time I ever wore a skirt in front of anyone happened to be the first time I was pissed...
That's a crap title isn't it? It only works if you're a bit of a Pink Floyd fan, and even then, it's a bit tenuous. But whatever, I was having a really hard time thinking of a title for this.
It's been an odd couple of days here, Chez Moi. What was looking like a weekend of Scripty Fun™ involving some serious prim-work towards a mahoosive Scalextrix set in the sky, turned into a frantic tidy-up and a 400 mile drive.
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The short answer being: "I'm not angry enough".
I am not, nor will I ever will be, a photographer like > April - someone who can master a scene around them, manipulate the light and people to create a tableaux of gargantuan expressiveness. Someone who's camera becomes an extension of themselves, and who can capture the essence of a moment in vivid, crisp starkness, pushing people to see themselves in a completely new light.
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I am, as you well know, a happy-go-lucky trannie, One Who Is Unafraid™ to stand up and boldy declare to all and sundry that "I am a transvestite!".
(That's a crap title. I might change it :unsure: I just hate it when I've got a thought in my head and can't quite express it. No matter) ... All day, I've been staring at something. It is (to be honest) a bit of a design conundrum, but I'm hoping that within about five paragraphs, I can turn it around and make it into something relevant to transvestism.
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One of the things that I find about going away from home for a few days - unless, of course, the reason I'm going away is to visit some function where the wearing of dresses is mandatory - is that I spend a good chunk of time Not Dressed™
I'm not a geek. Really.
Let me try and go a bit further to explain what I have against Transformation, and what I intend to do.
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