What is it with Charlie Sheen’s popular sitcom and trannies?
Seems like every show, there’s a reference to us t-girls; sometimes entire episodes revolve around us.
For those who don’t know, Charlie Sheen plays Charlie Harper – a hard-drinking womanizer (basically himself) – who lives with his uptight brother Allan and nephew Jake at his Malibu beach-house. The whole thing has an Odd Couple-esque ring to it. The supporting cast includes his mother Evelyn, his maid Berta, his stalker Rose, his shrink, and an endless bevy of beautiful floozies.
The Evidence
It started with the very first scene in the very first episode. Charlie’ girlfriend holds up a sexy negligee and ask him what he thinks. His response: “It’s for you, right?”
I seem to be in a reflective, backward-focused mode these days, and the result, blog-wise is some Janie history. Last post, I provided some photos of me when my hair was still quite short. Now, I want to talk wigs.
Back when I first started crossdressing, I had this shortish black wig and I went by my first name, Claire.
Looking at myself in the mirror, the name fit the relatively classy look of the wig. (…not that a classy girl can’t be a bit kinky )
But after spending a lot of time as Claire, I felt that there was a much more exuberant, fun girl dying to break out, and my then-current look didn’t match that personality.
I have been relaxing this weekend watching tv and reading the paper. Whenever I sit around for a while and just observe, I am always surprised at the amount of exposure we crossdressers are getting in mainstream media.
Take me as I am! This girl doesn’t always smile. Sometimes she can be sultry, sometimes she can be miserable… sometimes she can try to look sultry and end up looking miserable. Oh, well!
Seriously, though, I’m in quite a pissy mood today… not sure why. Probably just the end-of-year blues – thinking of...
I have yet to break out my girl clothes or makeup, I haven’t taken a razor to my face in almost a week, and yet I have been treated almost exclusively as female, whether in a restaurant, or trying on clothes in a department store, or on the street.
…and that suits me just fine!
Though I had no problem looking through the clothes in the women’s section of a certain department store, I really didn’t have the nerve to ask to be let into the women’s change rooms in my then state of appearance. But the sales clerk who came by offering assistance referred to me as ma’am, so I thought I’d give it a shot.
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I have never owned a piece of latex clothing before this weekend. PVC, leather sure, but latex always seemed one step too far… and a darned sight more expensive too.
Well, I figured that if I was going to spend the cash to come all the way here, to Montreal, to the Fetish Weekend, that it was time to invest in a fabulous latex outfit.
So, that's just what I did.
There is something about the way the fabric becomes like a second skin… and the way it shines…
While I was at it, I figured might as well go red, just to make sure I get noticed…
Gawd, I had a great day today! Not that anything great happened per se, but it is the simple things in life that sometimes make all the difference.
I had arranged a lunchtime meeting with an online acquaintance, whom I was anxious to get to know, so I was going to be going out in the middle of the day in my home town – something I rarely do.
Not entirely accurate, that. I do go out many times, but most always either at night, or without makeup and wearing jeans and a top or some variation on an outfit that is absolutely girl’s clothing but can be massaged/explained/imagined – even if marginally so – as a man’s outfit...
We t-girls have hit the big-time with CNN airing a feature (Her Name Was Steven) on one of our own… soon, they’ll be developing tag-lines, and animated computer graphic intros for the complete CNN Turner-Your-Head treatment!
A Man’s Got to Know His Limitations
Sadly, poor Steven was not ready for prime time, nor was Susan, the woman he became. What came through over and over again for me was that he was a man of poor judgment who became a woman of equally poor judgment...
The premier fetish clothing store hereabouts had a 20th Anniversary bash, in fine style. Our fabulous hostess, the lovely Anna, shown below, left, with me, outdid herself, as usual.
I was at her store last week, and she simply insisted that this choker would look perfect on me, so I bought it. The added bonus was that she had designed it herself, and had a similar one made for herself. You can see them both in our photo, and I’m sure you’ll agree that it is stunning on her, and not too bad on me either...
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The regular monthly kinky night at the club was replaced this month by their annual fundraiser for their fundraiser. Huh?
Kinkalicious
Well, they put on a 3-day extravaganza in May called Kinkalicious, and need the money to do that so… Aphrodite’s Feast.
Kinkalicious is a fundraiser for Victim Services, a non-profit charitable organization dedicated to helping victims of crime and/or sudden tragic circumstance, focusing on restoring and enhancing victims’ quality of life and preventing re-victimization.
A worthy cause, and we were glad to be able to contribute to our own enjoyment as part of the process.
Ancient Civilizations
The theme was “ancient civilizations” and almost everyone was in costume – the reduced admission fee providing incentive to those not sufficiently motivated by the fun of it all.
I went as some mashup of civilizations, a Roman girl...
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Not surprisingly, I had gotten the attention of some of the men around the bar, and pretty soon, we were getting all the bar-conversation we could handle. “That’s all it takes?” Ginger whispered to me in amazement.
Regardless, she was pleased to have civilized company of men, even if it did result from a decidedly uncivilized outburst on my part.
One cute guy, Cy, asked the question no one else seemed willing to ask, “What were you thinking?”
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Today, I was in a very aroused state, sexually speaking, as I had been working on my erotic story that is currently appearing in instalments over on NaughtyCDJanie. In this mood, I was almost happy to see Rick’s name flash across my screen as he signed in.
And, he was unusually well-behaved today, starting the conversation with civilized chit-chat rather than his usual direct request for what he was ultimately after.
So, for the first time, it was I who initiated the cam-session...
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We t-girls, coming to femininity as men, are psychologically unprepared for the exponentially greater fuss we must make about our appearance. Oftentimes, it ends up feeling vain and overdone to us.
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Usually, at this time of year, I am full of resolutions for the coming months, but somehow this year, I have nothing at all on that front.
Of course, I still have lots of ideas for self-improvement, and things I’d like to try, as well as new ideas for this blog. But somehow, I just don’t feel like making resolutions.
That could be taken as a sign that I’m a little down and simply not in the mood. But I think it is more that...
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After the show, we congratulated our friend – a local who does a terrific impression of Phyllis Diller – and some of the other acts on their performances. I know what a high it can be after a show, being the center of attention and all.
But seriously, there was free food over at the dance club, probably getting cold every minute we wasted!
Yes, yes, we had dinner. But everywhere we went, everyone was making a fuss over GF’s outfit, and scarcely anyone even had the courtesy to even mutter an obligatory “You look good too,” to me. That kind of disregard can drive a girl to… eat!
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Before dinner, we stopped by the port and cheese spread that the hotel has put out every day and we have missed every day. There were still people there, but no wine and no cheese. Missed it again!
We met one of the Fair organizers there – a girl who had strongly suggested last year that I drop the wig and go with my own hair. She is a really sweet person and she’s still giving me hair advice. Thanks V!
We stayed a while and talked, but we had to go before we ended up without dinner again, so we made our excuses and were on our way back to the Lobster Pot for a proper lobster dinner this time.
The Peach Cosmo I had was properly pink, but a really lame drink, it must be said. Fortunately, they are much more expert in their handling of lobster, which was succulent and sweet and altogether yummy. I do love Surf and Turf, and they offer a nice deal on a steak as an add-on...
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On our way to dinner, we met up with a couple of the Fantasia stalwarts in the hotel bar. They were enjoying a quiet drink but we struck up an easy conversation and could have talked for hours if not for the fact that we had to get ready for dinner. I didn’t even get a chance to do my hair properly...
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As they do every year, our gay community organizes a big Halloween bash, closing off the main thoroughfare to cars and giving it over to a group of happy, creative people who party, make friends and generally have a good time. The costumes are always a sight to behold, and with Halloween being on Saturday night, people had more time to prepare ...
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