Dateline Monday ( I think…lol) Report to the Surgeon General from the bat cave…;p :
WOO F***ing HOO!
Your Foo fighter (against the seriously mundane) is spent…and my legs actually feel weak today…lol
I seriously doubt that my fellow bat girl, (and team leader of the day (the inimitable Miss Crystal Frost) went to work…If she did, I’m pretty certain that the phone is in “we’ll get back to ya” mode…lol
What a truly heroic VIKING tale yesterday was, and you couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful day to be at your finest, looking like a movie star & REPRESENT! …to the general inmate population out there!
Let’s just say that the TWO of us were on a “take no prisoners” ransack of the Left Village…HA!
Here’s what you missed (you can kick yourselves later for being dumb ass lazy!...;p)
It was a beautiful start to the race with Crystal & her assembled entourage of contestants lounging on the red carpet outside of the Cowgirl Hall Of Fame…looking like the cast of Sex In the City being regaled by the Press Gang & paparazzi crushed behind the velvet ropes…;))… ;D The sky was bright & clear, and the sun shone brightly… this was brunch with the ladies who meal, and it’s one of the last days of Indian Summer in NYC…just perfect!
I made my way across the street as the crowd parted like the red sea to join the cast of what would prove to be a production of epic proportions…lol
After an appropriate amount of time for the staff to prepare a central feasting table for us inside the totally cute Cowgirl themed jalapeneo popper…lol we were regaled with a superfine protein & carb fuel up while being treated like stars with super sized smiles & service, with seemingly every satellite table giggling at the comedy coming from our banter… ;D
The Bloody Mary's were en eye opener, or closer, depending on your resistance to hot stuff...lol
The Echidna was seriously bruised…lol
…then…. With all jets a go we launched headfirst into the sun, heading due north. A pedal cabbie was seriously smitten & offered us a free ride wherever we wanted to go…which we declined, as a spectacle such as ours needed be circumcised with much more pomp & circumstance…lol (although I was seriously considering the ramifications of what would come of a modern Judah Ben Hur chariot ride through the streets of the Old West…lol ART! is what we are, and such Dandy Warhol’s need to be seen up close to be truly appreciated for our individuality & quality of execution…lol…best appreciated by the serious connoisseur, culture jammers or blatantly inappropriate lesbians…lol The pedal pusher gave us cards though with his cell number saying “anytime, anyplace”…lolol hmm…;p
Our first stop would be Planet Cubbyhole, for a circle jerk under the twinkling mélange of holidaze rotating overhead, taking in the heady vapors of females in heat…lol and being offered complimentary clam chowder…(how appropriate!)…lol The Cubby’s apparently are wanting to give us brunch-ability with them soon too! Excellent!
Next, it was back out for a stroll through the cobblestone streets heading due East to Johnny’s, where the totally friendly low key atmosphere found us in rare form…I haven’t laughed so hard in ages…did I mention the pie? There was pie…lol it came along with us for the laughs somewhere along the way…in a box. There were cruel jokes, but no one got hurt…lol Tess, resplendent behind the bar was beautiful, and her top was quite revealing. It was a cool night and the door was open…lol…I think it moved…;p Crystal’s friend Melissa was really sweet. I explored the inside of her oral cavity looking for answers, but only found more questions the deeper I probed…lolol
We picked up a hitchhiker who didn’t care for darts, golf or curling, I was to find out…lol He was called Robert, and Crystal & I decided he must have been Chinese, as he ping-ponged with serpentarian aplomb between us…lol men are such dogs, you know, not being able to decide which shit smells better, but wanting to take it all in the ass run…lol
THEN!...(got your score cards out?) we continued the flight out of Egypt with the rainbow warrior in tow & headed East & took a hard right straight into Babylon…lol Making the scene at Boots & Saddles was easy, where the serious grinding of the evening now started, as we danced around a plethora of urgently pressing issues…lol, got our freak on…and with a toss of our curls, schwing! we left…always leave ‘em begging for more I say, right…lol Now it was time to cross the street, past the crowd singing show tunes at street level & down into the bowels of the Monster, for some over exposure under the disco ball’s shimmer & the call of the dance floor. ;D Crystal shook it like a white girl, Trish fell hard for a Latino pixie with a 6 pack, and I went into a tail spin with a hungry wolf…lol We were all having lots of fun, when Trish asked me to sing her a song of desire. I decided that she would be able to hear it much more clearly if I sang it directly into her mouth…lol This particular song is tricky… I make it up on the fly of course, but it wound up having several verses, a repeated chorus…and an encore…lol
At this point we lost the hitchhiker, who, had become like peau de soie,… a medium to heavy, drapeable fabric with a soft satin weave and dull finish….lol
There had been, by this point a serious amount of mead drained out of various tanks, and into ours…lol, and we decided to come up for air…and away we went….
…straight back again into the deep house 4/4 at Greenhouse….I love that space, the raw tune-age is fine, the crowd is terribly sexy, and the toilets come with breath mints…lolol We slid across the waxed dance floor under a canopy of foliage back lit & throbbing with a seemingly full room spectrum of wall to wall sound...it comes from everywhere, but you can’t see how…very cool, kinda like being inside a fuzzy navel or ear canal…radical & tubular!…;)) we danced till breathless, and I got mad props for knowing HOW to move my junk flash dance style in 4+ inch heels…Get your bad self down beatch! lol I wanted the Redheaded Emma Peel Doll in a skin tight black body stocking & boots…yummy… ;)) but she kept disappearing … was it live or was it girls on film?… must have been Memorex, but I can never really be sure…lol
Trish is a real trooper, she’s only just above the level of my business, which means it was easy for her to play with my garters…I told her the pleasure was all mine, but I’m not so sure about that…lolol By now I have no fricking clue what time it was, I think it had been called on account of hedonism… too much fun is just enough ya know…;)) The upstairs was in overdrive, and I had serious fear for the safety of my toes, as the room was like a beehive with a fire lit from below… so we decided to fly before getting our wings clipped. ;D
To the surprise of both Crystal & myself, Trish then jumped into a cab with three beautiful strangers, and headed to Amanda Lepore’s party at the Hiro Ballroom. Crystal assured me that she’d be fine as she always lands on her feet. I was a bit concerned as the poor kitten’s frame seemed seriously bent by now…lol She called us later and I THINK anyway, was back in the game & on the prowl in another part of the jungle…lol
We weren’t done yet, as it turned out…ummm…did I mention the word VIKING…lol Now we were headed back north, passing Caliente Cab Company. Crystal suggested that we should get a dozen girls with temporary water weight gain to go in there & flash mob the bathroom…lol I said I’ll drink to that!...lol (if you don’t get it, do some homework…lol)
Flying a bit farther a field found your trusty heroine’s on a strafing run through Duplex & Stonewall when it occurred to us that the Pie had been having such a good time singing “ I will Survive” at Boots & Saddles, that it had fallen behind with the swaggering Cocks & Hens (and Chickens…lol). SO, we decided to go rescue it, as Pies aren’t especially known for carrying loose cab fare…lol Upon entering, the Pie, which by now had done a costume change and had come fully out of it’s shell joined us for a short rendition of Naughty Marietta, and with a stage left, and a deliberately liberal sprinkling of air kisses, we shuffled off into the gaping mouth of the night, giggling like schoolgirls…lol
Where to go where to go!...NEXT!
The not so obvious choice to me anyway, was the Hanger. Along the way I noted that practically every shop had in some form included the execution of tattoos in their business model… tattoos & heavy lifting, tattoos & French Polishing, tattoos & antique sushi bowling, tattoos & sea foam bubble tea for you & a matching mole, half off on Tuesdays! Tattoos AND body art…I suppose that’s like the Big Mac…. Double your signage & brand recognition with excessive fat…lol…comes with a fork with seating for 6 at the table of the elements, with no reservations required!…lol I thought we should get matching Gummi’s glued screwed or tattooed where the sun don’t shine…lol… so much virgin canvas & so little time! Tsk!...lol The Hanger was really loud, with big muscular tribal beats that make you want to throttle your knuffle bunny’s best assets or at least, the most open targets…lol…Let’s just say it was DEFINITELY NOT ladies nite…lol but who cares, we were out to shake things up & get our goddess worship on anyway…lol I’m ready for my scene now Mr. DeMille…lol Crystal knew a guy in there who begged for us to stay, meanwhile, she gave me a look that said “hockey puck”…lol later explaining that this one follows her around like a puppy…lol I didn’t think a jury could possibly convict…lol Crystal’s certainly got that Big Fish Story appeal…lol I did mention dogs earlier didn’t I?...lol Well, enough of the Locker Room so she, me, and the Pie Rushed out the door flaming…lol Paris isn’t the only thing burning…lol We left burnout patches in the street as we careened a hard right down Bedford…lol
Which way did they go which way did they go! Run rabbit’s run!
Well, I have been trying for months to find out what’s going on with Chumley’s, as the phone’s ringing, but no one’s home…Chumley’s is the Doyenne of NYC Speakeasy’s, having successfully been playing Hide & Seek now for almost a century. It’s like a pair of favorite slippers. The Restaurant at the End of the Universe…;D If you don’t know where it is, you probably won’t find it, there’s no sign, no lamp post & the door is forgettable…lol Once inside the door, you are transported into what is most certainly a Dickensian Era British pub. The dark wooded walls are covered with the manuscripts of Lost generation & Beat Generation writers & poets., men of letters, some chicks too…lol …people like EE Cummings , William Faulkner, John Steinbeck, Ring Lardner & Edna St. Vincent Millay… There is also a ghost in there as well, usually, apparently, over by the bar. The floor is covered in sawdust, and there is a huge working fireplace. There are a trio of Hounds of the Baskervilles, ancient beasts that I think came with the property…lol They usually lie in front to the fireplace like stuffed sacks of peanuts roasting slowly in the dry heat…lol The bar has hand pulled ales with curious names of Firemen who fell in the way back, dirty Vicars & other social anomalies & activists. The walls & benches are carved with the names of lovers & spirits past… There’s a juke box with a permanent collection of 78’s…songs from the distant haze, but you can’t expect to hear what you attempt to play. The ghost get’s to work, and the box has a mind on playing what you SHOULD hear…lol and it’s all good…;)) My favorite meal is a lobster tail, with corn on the cob, salad & a biscuit…all for 12 bucks! You just can’t beat that! Anyway, away we went, and looked with intent, but it’s disappeared, vanished! I could cry a river into my beer if I could just get one!...lol Things that old don’t die, or fade away. I asked a migrant beaner in the corner restaurant. He looked at me balefully, and said “It’s gone”. FAK! I’ve been going there for 30 years, and I have to hear it from someone who fell off the turnip truck yesterday morning… it’s just not fair! I’ve done a google search, and found out the truth, and there is hope alive! ;D
ANYWAY, that wasn’t gonna’ work, so us girls held hands with the Pie & skipped town, err, rather around the corner DOWN town…lol We had almost come full circle from where we started, but couldn’t see the finish line just yet…lol Henrietta Hudson’s looked promising. We were back in our element, with the girls…ok, I’m speaking for myself here…lol Our little mini marathon had at this point seen us girls in heels for at least 15 hours, and me the night before as well…I was smart enough to bring a bag big enough to keep a pair of flats in, but Crystal’s combat boots were now barking…lol and we both wanted to sit down somewhere that wasn’t all whistles & gongs…the belles in HH’s sounded like a good landing strip… and so we were let inside the halls of the sisterhood… ;D Unfortunately, there was no seating available, so now we decided to keep the marathon going…lol Crystal suggested that we entertain the sailors in the “straight” bar across the street, but warned that it could be a bad move… I looked at my shoes. I like may shoes. I looked at the Shamrocks in the window. I looked at Crystal. I looked at her throbbing boots. We had the Pie’s well being to think of, so we walked on by…lol Now, we were back at the Cowgirl where we started, but ya know, every good effort takes 110 percent, and the RL Lounge (nee Rubyfruit) was at the far end of the block…we can do this!!!...lol The RL is a place where a girl can get something good & stiff from another girl, at a fair price!...lol The upstairs has been beautifully renovated. It’s clean & cheerful with good lighting & it’s choc’ full of cute women… just my kind of place! Even the butch bunnies are hunni’s…lol There are stylish salon pedestal stools which make you just want a makeover!...lol We got comfy, and then we got engaged…lol no silly, I love Crystal, but I had my little eyes on Diana. She had a killer dancer’s bod, spike heeled boots & a wicked grin… I kept singing in my head “… but you can leave your hat on…lol” She wiggled over to us, and pulled up to the bumper… fun fun FUN! Well, let me tell you…back off she’s mine!...lol Well, maybe ours… but seeing as Crystal is waiting for Selma Hayak, I think I’ll be building a bridge between my island & her brick house starting this week! What a fine ass pect of the Midnight hour!...lol whew! We exchanged cards, and I needed to scratch an itch…it was on her, of course…lol and well, Bob’s your uncle, as the Bishop said to the Actress…lol Well, as happens when two fine T Gals walk into any room, shit happens…lol and Diana HAD to leave with her friend who pretty much dragged her down the stairs…lol Sympathy for the Devil, and all that…lol We will meet again soon , me thinx… ;D Anyway, with one girl down, and more to go, I found a comfy place at the bar next to yet another lovely La Femme Nikita… and decided to get busy…lol I can actually pin point the exact moment when the fire lit in her eyes, when I explained that my brain actually worked exactly like hers, and that I had no genuine interest in boys at all, and that I guess that would make me lesbian too! Granted, it’s possibly Vampyros Lesbos that we’re talking about here, but hey, I can’t help it, I was just born to really suck at some things in life…lolol Crystal as well was having her own petting party, and we were definitely a hit… so much so, that the girl that I was chatting with’s girlfriend dragged her off down the stairs & out as well!...lol Doh! She wanted to stay, and I could have caused the earth to move, but I thought better for her & said that she should leave with her friend… ;D Ok, time to add a bit of new lipstick before trying for the hat trick…lol SO! I va va voomed my way over to the powder room. Once inside, I marveled at the most excellent design of the large well planned space. There was a niche at the far end lit softly with ambient lighting with a vase of Bird’s Of Paradise, which perfumed the air. The walls & floor were of a hewn bluestone, giving the space the feel of a Zen Garden…The Queen Mary..(There just can’t be a John in there, was a sleek curvilinear design which would echo the anatomy of she who would be born from above…;)) The sink, with it’s pedestal of stone and ovular bowl-like stainless steel nest resting on top with a single pistil-like faucet were in harmony with the somewhat oblique trapezoidal shape of the room. It’s not a box…lol As I sat there with my panties between my ankles, the sound of my own fluidity echoed like a stream flowing through a temple in a hidden cave, somewhat like a womb, actually…. Quite reflective all this, for just taking a pee…lol I lifted myself up, and well, you know, tucked in my panties…lol then washed my hands…. Upon turning around, I saw no towels, and no basket… this, made perfect sense for such a Shinto space. The Fung Sui would be utterly ruined if you could possibly mess it up with random intrusions like misfired rimshots on the floor…lol I then spied the hand dryer, which again, made perfect sense… I glided over, ran my hands beneath it & was immediately blasted by hyper-sonics crashing off the walls, creating standing waves that made harmonic dead spots, as the super heated turbo forced air thundered out of the short, cone shaped expeller. Finally, after what seemed far too long after my hands were already dry, it stopped. I fell back, collected the pieces of my shattered psyche, adjusted my garters & combed my hair. THAT, I’m quite sure, was designed by a man…lol
There are 3 things I found interesting at the RL, besides the company, that is…
1) I decided to have a quick peek into the men’s head…lol It was nothing like the women’s, Firstly, it was about half as big…lol the walls didn’t have the same treatment as in the ladies, quite Spartan by comparison. The sink was the same, but the head was most definitely a John…and the place was brightly lit. This, I assume, was an un-verbalized sign saying look before you get your pee shooter out…lol and oh, it was a box, quite boringly predictably rectangular…
2) Of all the places that we went in that catered to the occasional sporting life, the RL was the only place that didn’t put the Tube De Boob behind or above the bar, but rather placed it in a discretionary position in the room which favored social interaction over mindless hypnosis…lol
3) Of all the bars we were in, every one which catered to the more hirsute patrons had their boxes switched on to football. The RL had on the final ALC championship baseball game. Being a Yankee town, and that night being the last crucial game of the series, combined with the fact that baseball is played as much in the head as on the field, it made again, a lot of sense…lol after all, as we know…Diamonds are a girls best friend…lol
By now it was really getting late, and Crystal needed to get home in time to call in sick…lol so, we gathered our things, said our goodbyes to all of the lovelies, and again, hit the pavement…. Tap tap tap, click click click…and now we’re hugging each other at 7th Avenue. I hail a cab, and she’s away to the train with the Pie, (pumpkin, that’s one well traveled vegetable!)…Goddess speed sister, I hope you got home in a jiff… ;D
SO, what can we gain from this run on stream of consciousness? Get a good night’s sleep Saturday night, empty your bank account, expect the unexpected and have a working medical plan in place …lol
My legs have felt like rubber and weak still some 24 hours later, and my ribs still hurt a little from laughing so hard… but these are pains that I’d welcome anytime… ;))
It’s that time of year again, and amateur night is just around the corner… trust me, If you talk the talk, you need to come out & walk the walk with C & B Music Factory when the risk Vs. reward factor is a toss up…lol… we make what you want to do right now…lol
Brunch with the ladies who DO lunch is now a part of the weekly social, so come out with us in NYC & have a gas yas yas… ;))
Love ya Crystal, let’s turn this pig over & roast the other side soon!
Rock 'n Roll High Wednesdays @ Skinny Bar NYC w/hostess Tiffany Leigh!
This is a NEW party that's committed to being TG-friendly and TG-positive! If we have good turnouts it may lead to NEW parties in NYC! Help me by supporting it and showing that we will bring them loyal and brisk business!
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10PM – 4AM @ The Skinny Bar & Lounge 174 Orchard St New York, NY 10002 (212) 228-3668 theskinnybarlounge.com F, V to Lower East Side - Second Avenue Stop
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The Skinny Bar and Lounge has a casual and comfortable vibe. A neighborhood bar with personality and no pretensions. There's loft and lounge seating in front and back, a pool table, and a long seated bar.
Jenna Elizabeth September 7th, 2008 10:47 pm MDTLocal film maker Michelle Farrell will be screening her homegrown documentary at the Local film maker Michelle Farrell will be screening her homegrown documentary at theNew York International Independent Film and Video Festival OPENING NIGHT THURSDAY SEPTEMBER 18th - Unraveling Michelle Screening Saturday 4pm. The OPENING NIGHT PARTY and art/film market at MANSION ON THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 18TH brings participating filmmakers, producers and artists together. Designed as an "open-air" market, the whole spectrum of the film, art and entertainment industry will be invited to attend thus creating a valuable opportunity for NYIIFVF and NYIAF participants to promote their projects and network with relevant industry professionals. Details: MANSION 530 W. 28TH STREET BETWEEN 10TH AND 11TH AVENUE 6PM-MIDNIGHT, Strict dress code: NO T-SHIRTS, JERSEYS, SWEATS, SNEAKERS AND BASEBALL HATS 21 and over only. No Exceptions http://www.nyfilmvideo.com/2008/ny-fall-2008/presrelease/opening-night.htm AFTER-PARTIES: Each night the festival will host after-parties at some of the best venues in New York. A list of our after-parties will be posted on www.nyfilmvideo.com and will also be listed in the program. We are doing our very best to get everyone in for free but venues marked with *** in the program schedule do have a reputation for being very trendy and upscale. We are also guests of the club. You must dress appropriately. NO T-SHIRTS, SNEAKERS, JERSEYS, BASEBALL HATS, BAGGY JEANS, SWEATS, ETC. ALL AFTER-PARTIES ARE FOR 21 AND OVER ONLY. NO EXCEPTIONS. PLEASE KEEP YOUR VIP PASS ON YOU AT ALL TIMES AT THE AFTER-PARTIES. Please email Annalisa San Juan at annalisa@itndistribution.com if you have any questions regarding the after-parties. REMEMBER, for 12 dollars(advance ticket) you get a movie and a party. Unraveling Michelle will be screened on Saturday 9/20 at 4pm. I hope that you can come up to support our documentary.
I posted this a few years ago but it somehow got zapped from my entries.
Boredom? Or maybe a gender late life crisis. I looked in my closet the other day and stared at all my dresses. Shocking but I hadn't worn a dress since January 2008, the annual "First Event" TG convention in Massachusetts. Had my outfits suddenly gone out of style? No. Not really. I just realized that putting on a skirt didn't excite me much anymore. It didn't make me feel more girly. Less masculine, perhaps, but not more feminine. I wracked my brains trying to think of the last time I got really excited about "dolling up." It was back in 2003 perhaps and a genetic woman friend and I attended the Boston Symphony Orchestra in our black dinner dresses. After the concert, we had a lovely dinner at the local restaurant. Since then I've been out clubbing many times but it's never been quite the same.
Like most cd's I became curious about women's clothing at an early age. I won't bore you with the details but it wasn't until 1995 that I began to go out in public on a regular (weekly) basis. I also began electrolysis soon afterwards. No more razors. I haven't shaved my face since '95. Because I was short, small boned and had smooth soft facial features I "passed" well. During my jaunts out in public to various clubs, shopping malls and hangouts I met many wonderful gals. It was quite exciting for awhile. I was in tranny heaven.
Not much happened between '96 and '99 due to cash flow problems. Still I did go out fairly regularly en femme. By 1999 I had hooked up with some good CD friends and we spent more time clubbing and CD getaways down on the Cape. Manray, the local goth/BDSM club really rocked on Halloween and the B & D Ball. Nurses, cops, school girls, scantily clad women and CD's in PVC and leather. You name it, they had 'em all. Being a CD never felt so good and I was, once again, in Nirvana.
Fast forward to 2001. I had, by this time, been out so many times it had become routine. I had always wondered what it would be like to grow out my hair. I got a little good natured ribbing from my coworkers but there's no dress code in the trades. It took a little over a year before I could tie my hair in a ponytail but it was worth it. No more wigs. I knew I had reached the end of my journey when I jumped into a pool in a bikini and soaked myself from head to toe. That should have been the high point in my journey as a cd and it was. For a while.
I got many compliments on my hair. (the "mop") Cd's said that I had it all. Short. Small boned. Full head of hair. No body hair except my lower legs. Feminine face with a soft jawline and no facial hair due to electrolysis. A Cd's dream? Yes and no. Imagine being cross dressed 24 hours a day 7 days a week. Or having a Christmas tree up year round. That's what it was like. Over the years I had been using less and less makeup. Even in drab I looked very effeminite. In fact the only difference between drab and drag was a pair of breast forms. Passing as a guy became almost comical. At a New England Patriots game (American football for those unfamiliar with the NFL) in 2003 the ticket taker told me I had to use the ladies line. (It was very very long and I was with 7 other guys) I told him twice that I was a guy. Finally (at his request) I showed him my driver's license and he apologized and let me through. Even during my day job when I get hot and dirty outside I'd been whistled at by passing cars.
Now none of this means that I'm complaining. Nor do I want to cut my hair short and start looking like a guy full time again. :-( (yech) But it does make me question my own femininity and how much and how often I really feel like a "woman". What it has done is taken away the excitement of transformation. Showering. Shaving. Choosing an outfit. Dolling up. Putting on the wig. I've also noticed a total lack of interest in "super femme" things like 5" heels and long pointy press on nails.
More pertinently, I've come to feel over time, that the feminine role can be just as restrictive as the masculine role. What this means is that physically I like my soft feminine body but mentally I prefer to slip back and forth between both genders. Sometimes masculine, sometimes feminine, sometimes a little of both and sometimes a lot of neither. I have no desire to transition or take hormones. I don't think about makeup or 5 inch heels or dresses. I just want to be me, catty and negative but real. Amrutta Slee in the book Dick For A Day: What would you do if you had one? once wrote, "I wish men and women, too, had created less cartoonish identities for themselves so we could all relax a bit."
Tiffany Leigh May 12th, 2008 8:03 am MDTBeach Blanket Bingo! at Triangles Café on Saturday, July 19th... Dress code (strongly encouraged): Beach Bunnies & Sun Goddesses, Havana Nights, Hawaiian Tropic, Sarongs & Wild Bikinis, Flower & Jungle Prints, Bo Derek's Bolero, Carmen Miranda, or Frankie & Annette!.... Shot specials all night!, NO cover before 9PM! Live DJ from 10P-close!... More info (including hotel discount) = http://groups.yahoo.com/group/FriendsOfTriangles http://www.myspace.com/friendsoftriangles http://www.trianglescafe.com
Tiffany Leigh April 19th, 2008 9:05 am MDTHey everyone! My next Triangles party in Danbury, CT is Sat. May 3rd! This will be the last one until at least mid-July, which is a hiatus of up to 10 weeks! So if you can make it and don't think you can wait until the summer, join us in May at Triangles. Link=http://groups.yahoo.com/group/FriendsOfTriangles
Tiffany Leigh January 22nd, 2008 8:33 am MSTOver the holidays and First Event yet? You'll have plenty of time to recover for our next two Friends of Triangles parties in Danbury, CT! The dates are on SAT. FEBRUARY 23RD or SAT. MARCH 29TH. Traditionally the first one of the year is always a huge turnout, so that's the one not to be missed! Check out the Yahoo page for more info at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/FriendsOfTriangles and see you there!!!!
Jenna Elizabeth January 2nd, 2008 10:06 pm MSTI wanted to let ALL of my URNA friends know, the Brielle Echo Whitney is offically an AARP card carrying member as we speak! She passed everso graceouslessly into geriatical care under the watchful eye of her wet nurse. Those wishing to "pay court" to her can do so at the Brooklyn Gardens for Senior Development. And remember, no loud noises during Jeopardy!
Tiffany Leigh December 30th, 2007 10:51 am MSTHere's a link to what this imposter looks like! I am exploring my options with a lawyer and hope to sort out this nonsense soon. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v734/TiffLeigh/ImposterEvidence/YoutubeTrollScreen02.jpg
Tiffany Leigh December 28th, 2007 9:25 am MSTThat troll last month that was yanked off of YouTube recently for using other people's photos and content without permission is at it again. The following profiles are NOT MINE = Youtube under "tiffanyleigh35" OR Myspace under "tiffanylaigh." For more information go to my Livejournal link on here OR read my MySpace blog at http://www.myspace.com/tiffanyleigh.
Tiffany Leigh November 26th, 2007 6:46 am MSTSomeone on Youtube is using a before/after pic of me as their OWN profile pic. The pic they are using was originally on Karen's FemmeFever site. I've contacted them directly and also wanted people here to know about it. Whether or not it's copyright infringement it's still dishonest use. Here's the offender = http://www.youtube.com/user/schopenhaur. I've contacted YouTube, and also let other communities know about him. If you want to help out, go to their profile and comment -- let them know that their use of my photo is not right!
Construction for the Trans-Atlantic bridge will begin in the year 2020. By 2030 it will be possible to drive from Boston to Norway by automobile.
Savvy bargain hunters looking for low cost popcorn generally buy it in the movie theater.
Back in Jr. high school in the early 70's I was told that the metric system would be the big wave of the future and that we'd all better learn it or be left behind. So we did. Judging by how much metrics are used today, (in the USA) I'd say they were right. (i.e. NFL football, milk cartons, height/weight charts, road signs, speedometers, thermometers etc...)
The official state bird of Utah is the crow. The official state bird of Massachusetts is the passenger pigeon.
The rules of the road state that between cars and pedestrians, cars always have the right of way.
Famous heiress Paris Hilton earned every penny of her fortune the old fashioned way. By hard work and due diligence.
A chess board should always be set up so that the dark square corner is by the player's right hand.
Normally when a head coach in any sport is given a "vote of confidence" by ownership or the general manager, it's a good bet that his job is secure for years to come.
Bolivia is known to be one of the leading exporters of the top of the line metal, tin.
Diets have one of the highest rates of success. Obesity is a media myth.
In gambling casinos, slot machines offer the best chances of winning. Famous pop icon Brittany Spears established her fortune through judicious use of these one armed gold mines.
In poker, the chances of being dealt a full house are 50/50. Either you get it or you don't.
What do frequent flyers of major airlines enjoy the most about their flight experience? The food.
Next to the New York Yankees, the Chicago Cubs have been the most successful at winning the world series.
Picking football games vs. the spread is an exact science, much like astrology and cosmetology.
We have broken the sound barrier and the time barrier. Next we will probably break the heat barrier by establishing colonies on Mercury.
You can be sure that all track and field athletes are free of any performance enhancing chemicals as are cyclists, weight lifters and swimmers.
In 1920, famous spelunker Copernicus discovered vast shores of plankton in the Marianas trench, enough to feed the planet for the next century or two.
The Washington Generals have more wins against the Harlem Globetrotters than any other team.
The are conspiracy theories for the JFK assassination and the moon landings. Soon I expect the conspiracy buffs to attempt to prove that World War II never existed.
The one thing the Mafia and the Quakers have in common is their distaste of violence.
Jerry Springer and the late Jerry Falwell are considered to be amongst the top sources of factual information according to Mensa Magazine.
OJ Simpson is very close to locating the real killers.
Hillary Clinton was born and raised in New York. Hillary is to the Big Apple as fire engine is to red.
Irish messiah Whitey Bulger, a South Boston good samaritan of impeccable qualifications does missionary work for the needy in London, England, where he makes his home. In 1985, Whitey Bulger Community College was established in South Boston in recognition of his accomplishments.
Internet inventor and global cooling expert Al Gore warns us that an ice age similar to the one that occurred during the Mezozoic era is imminent within the next 100 years.
For the most part, M2F's pass much better than F2M's.
Here I am throughout the years and applying makeup on my own, thinking oh well, this is as good as it gets. But recently I had a gg apply makeup the professional way and now I know what a difference it can make. I guess I always did know the way you apply makeup makes alot of difference to the way you want to sculpt your face....I just never gave the effort. I applaud and am willing to learn as much as possible. But at the same time, lets face it, there are gg's who don't even how to do their faces either....but of course they have a head start...a natural feminine quality.
Happy Halloweeneeeeeeee...hehehee
BTW, Love Angelah Johnson for her Nail Salon comic routine! And Miss Coco Peru we love you!
Tiffany Leigh September 24th, 2007 8:56 am MDTLast weekend was our 11th edition of the Friends of Triangles party in Danbury, CT. Despite my best efforts to jinx the weather with my own personal sparkling forecast, the weather held and the patio was hopping! Thanks to all who came to welcome the fall by joining us from near and far. And a special thanks to all the first-timers who attended; I hope the party lived up to its buzz! I hope to see you all in full force next month for our October 20th bash -- expect lots of great costumery!
Jenna Elizabeth August 30th, 2007 10:26 pm MDTAs I gear up for my 4th SCC, I have the opportunity to reflect on my personal journey of the last 4 years.
By 2003, I had come to terms with the fact I was transgendered. Even though I could not quantify the cause, I accepted it as part of my nature. It had been since the tender age of 6. Years of guilt and shame had taken its toll and I was ready for a change. Many things had transpired in the preceding year. My last relationship(HST i.e. hostage taking situation....) had ended in miserable failure. I was finally on my own, and, as I found to be later, on my way. New job, new income status, and new freedom allowed me to express this identity in a safer environment.
As these planets all came into alignment I found less than a harmonic convergance. The more exposed I was to the multivalent construal known as transgenderism, the less shielded I was to its stark divisions. I knew I was transgendered, however which subset did I belong to?
Communication and language are tools mankind has developed to express a point of view as to allow another person to understand it. For the purpose of my assessment I choose to define three subsets as following; transsexual (both op and non-op), androgynous ( including gender queers and crossdressers who dress for gender identity expression), and transvestites ( to include any fetish based or emotionally driven cross gendered expression through attire/clothing). At the core to each of these BROAD subsets is HOW gender and its expression relates to THEM.
[Please note: A crossdresser is ANYONE who wears clothing of their opposite phsical sex. Transgender is an umbrella term used to describe ANYONE with a gender identity or expression that is at odds with society's binary gender construct]
To the transsexual, its is an innate sense knowing they who they are gender wise, its the body which is incongruent to this defined sense of self.
To the androgynous, its a sense of two genders.Sometimes singularly expressed, and sometimes jointly expressed. Yet typically never just one gender identity as defined by society's binary constructs.
To the transvestite, its a sense of fulfillment to an aspect of their gender definitions through the wearing of garments typically associated to the opposite physical sex. The fullfillment can be sexual in nature and it can be emotional too.
And therein, as the Bard would tell us, lays the rub.
Some transsexuals feel detached or wish to detach themselves from other transgendered individuals because their sense of self is, at least at the point they affirmed their status as transsexual, innate, permanant and quite clear. They were born with the right mind, its just the body which lagged behind. Anyone with less than the same feeling or sense of self could possible cause society at large to demean their situation. (Like its stereotypical TG characters in such movies as Dressed to Kill or Silence of the Lambs) Not dressing within a binarily defined gender contruct ( gender queer/fuck, or androgynous) or dressing in a fetish way can be seen as destructive to them and they need to blend in and be accepted. For many the ultimate goal is to fit into mainstream society and allow themselves to finally just live.
Some androgynous people consider and classify themselves as transgendered because in society's collective vocabulary, they have no accurate word to define themselves. They feel more bi-gendered variant that transvestites and less inconguent in their gender -physicality relationship than transsexuals. They see fetish based crossdressing involving intimate appearal or the lack there of(exposed body parts) in online photo albums as a threat to their legitimacy.
And, some transvestites, content on living with their gender which is in sync with their physical sex, will think in terms of their sense of self and do not possess the capacity to reasonably empathize beyond that contrust. To no fault of their own. How can white Americans truly understand personal biasses afflected upon black Americans. They lack a certain perspective. They are no less ridiculed by society than any other transgendered person however.
I have found, at times, a deep and dark distain for each other by some of us within all of these three subsets. However it seems to be strongest between the two extremes, transsexuals and transvestites. Transgender has been called an umbrella term . Yet I see it more like a covered bus stop. We're all in it together, however none of us want to look at or communicate with each other.
So this beg's to ask the question.
Where is the Love?
At a national level, most of the activism is directed to provide acceptance for those actively living and expressing, on a full time basis, a gender expression inconguent to their natal physicality. This means transsexuals both op and non-op or those 24/7.
At the local level most of the support mechanisms are gears towards the transvestites and provide a social outlet in addition to any emotional support provided.
While both of those two extremes benefit in small part to the actions taken on behalf of the other, there seems to be no middle ground and I certainly fail to see all of us holding hands and singing KumBayah anytime soon.
Which leaves us with the androgynous. You know us, chameleons as we are, we partied with the jocks and the stoners......
Tiffany Leigh August 7th, 2007 1:14 pm MDTHey everyone: just wanted to let you know we have the dates for our next THREE parties at Triangles in Danbury, CT locked in -- which takes us to the end of 2007! The dates are September 22, October 20, and December 1st. All are Saturday nights. For more info go to the group site at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/FriendsOfTriangles.
Jenna Elizabeth April 17th, 2007 3:48 pm MDTWOW!***** LOL******* I quess by my age I should have seen or read it all. I shake my head in laughingly utter disbelief! ;) ROTFLMAO. Are you serious? I mean SERIOUSLY? Can you take yourself anymore serious? Okay...... chuckle time over. Back to work...... UPDATE 04/18/2007********** Yet again! LOL I mean I'd be making a mess if I weren't wearing Depends........LOL
Jenna Elizabeth April 3rd, 2007 4:55 pm MDTAlright all you tight arsed nags with nothing better to do than sit around in your knitting cirlces and drink from the water cooler while hanging out your dirty laundry, its time you simmered down and not take yourself too seriously. OOPS, sorry, I thought this was the Congressional Blog page, NEVERMIND......
Jacklyn Lee April 1st, 2007 6:53 pm MDTTo all those who had traveled great distances and made sacrifices to meet others thru online...and then let down. I think its horrible...But at least your safe and sound. And for those who let them down, " You must not know 'bout me"...Your irreplaceable"
Brunch~a~palooza with Bri & Crystal 10.24.09 Yahoo serious!...lol
Brielle Echo Whitney November 1st, 2009 11:53 am MSTDateline Monday ( I think…lol) Report to the Surgeon General from the bat cave…;p :
WOO F***ing HOO!
Your Foo fighter (against the seriously mundane) is spent…and my legs actually feel weak today…lol
I seriously doubt that my fellow bat girl, (and team leader of the day (the inimitable Miss Crystal Frost) went to work…If she did, I’m pretty certain that the phone is in “we’ll get back to ya” mode…lol
What a truly heroic VIKING tale yesterday was, and you couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful day to be at your finest, looking like a movie star & REPRESENT! …to the general inmate population out there!
Let’s just say that the TWO of us were on a “take no prisoners” ransack of the Left Village…HA!
Here’s what you missed (you can kick yourselves later for being dumb ass lazy!...;p)
It was a beautiful start to the race with Crystal & her assembled entourage of contestants lounging on the red carpet outside of the Cowgirl Hall Of Fame…looking like the cast of Sex In the City being regaled by the Press Gang & paparazzi crushed behind the velvet ropes…;))… ;D The sky was bright & clear, and the sun shone brightly… this was brunch with the ladies who meal, and
it’s one of the last days of Indian Summer in NYC…just perfect!
I made my way across the street as the crowd parted like the red sea to join the cast of what would prove to be a production of epic proportions…lol
After an appropriate amount of time for the staff to prepare a central feasting table for us inside the totally cute Cowgirl themed jalapeneo popper…lol we were regaled with a superfine protein & carb fuel up while being treated like stars with super sized smiles & service, with seemingly every satellite table giggling at the comedy coming from our banter… ;D
The Bloody Mary's were en eye opener, or closer, depending on your resistance to hot stuff...lol
The Echidna was seriously bruised…lol
…then…. With all jets a go we launched headfirst into the sun, heading due north. A pedal cabbie was seriously smitten & offered us a free ride wherever we wanted to go…which we declined, as a spectacle such as ours needed be circumcised with much more pomp & circumstance…lol (although I was seriously considering the ramifications of what would come of a modern Judah Ben Hur chariot ride through the streets of the Old West…lol ART! is what we are, and such Dandy Warhol’s need to be seen up close to be truly appreciated for our individuality & quality of execution…lol…best appreciated by the serious connoisseur, culture jammers or blatantly inappropriate lesbians…lol
The pedal pusher gave us cards though with his cell number saying “anytime, anyplace”…lolol hmm…;p
Our first stop would be Planet Cubbyhole, for a circle jerk under the twinkling mélange of holidaze rotating overhead, taking in the heady vapors of females in heat…lol and being offered complimentary clam chowder…(how appropriate!)…lol The Cubby’s apparently are wanting to give us brunch-ability with them soon too! Excellent!
Next, it was back out for a stroll through the cobblestone streets heading due East to Johnny’s, where the totally friendly low key atmosphere found us in rare form…I haven’t laughed so hard in ages…did I mention the pie? There was pie…lol it came along with us for the laughs somewhere along the way…in a box. There were cruel jokes, but no one got hurt…lol
Tess, resplendent behind the bar was beautiful, and her top was quite revealing. It was a cool night and the door was open…lol…I think it moved…;p Crystal’s friend Melissa was really sweet. I explored the inside of her oral cavity looking for answers, but only found more questions the deeper I probed…lolol
We picked up a hitchhiker who didn’t care for darts, golf or curling, I was to find out…lol
He was called Robert, and Crystal & I decided he must have been Chinese, as he ping-ponged with serpentarian aplomb between us…lol men are such dogs, you know, not being able to decide which shit smells better, but wanting to take it all in the ass run…lol
THEN!...(got your score cards out?) we continued the flight out of Egypt with the rainbow warrior in tow & headed East & took a hard right straight into Babylon…lol
Making the scene at Boots & Saddles was easy, where the serious grinding of the evening now started, as we danced around a plethora of urgently pressing issues…lol, got our freak on…and with a toss of our curls, schwing! we left…always leave ‘em begging for more I say, right…lol
Now it was time to cross the street, past the crowd singing show tunes at street level & down into the bowels of the Monster, for some over exposure under the disco ball’s shimmer & the call of the dance floor. ;D Crystal shook it like a white girl, Trish fell hard for a Latino pixie with a 6 pack, and I went into a tail spin with a hungry wolf…lol
We were all having lots of fun, when Trish asked me to sing her a song of desire. I decided that she would be able to hear it much more clearly if I sang it directly into her mouth…lol This particular song is tricky… I make it up on the fly of course, but it wound up having several verses, a repeated chorus…and an encore…lol
At this point we lost the hitchhiker, who, had become like peau de soie,… a medium to heavy, drapeable fabric with a soft satin weave and dull finish….lol
There had been, by this point a serious amount of mead drained out of various tanks, and into ours…lol, and we decided to come up for air…and away we went….
…straight back again into the deep house 4/4 at Greenhouse….I love that space, the raw tune-age is fine, the crowd is terribly sexy, and the toilets come with breath mints…lolol
We slid across the waxed dance floor under a canopy of foliage back lit & throbbing with a seemingly full room spectrum of wall to wall sound...it comes from everywhere, but you can’t see how…very cool, kinda like being inside a fuzzy navel or ear canal…radical & tubular!…;)) we danced till breathless, and I got mad props for knowing HOW to move my junk flash dance style in 4+ inch heels…Get your bad self down beatch! lol I wanted the Redheaded Emma Peel Doll in a skin tight black body stocking & boots…yummy… ;)) but she kept disappearing … was it live or was it girls on film?… must have been Memorex, but I can never really be sure…lol
Trish is a real trooper, she’s only just above the level of my business, which means it was easy for her to play with my garters…I told her the pleasure was all mine, but I’m not so sure about that…lolol
By now I have no fricking clue what time it was, I think it had been called on account of hedonism… too much fun is just enough ya know…;))
The upstairs was in overdrive, and I had serious fear for the safety of my toes, as the room was like a beehive with a fire lit from below… so we decided to fly before getting our wings clipped. ;D
To the surprise of both Crystal & myself, Trish then jumped into a cab with three beautiful strangers, and headed to Amanda Lepore’s party at the Hiro Ballroom.
Crystal assured me that she’d be fine as she always lands on her feet.
I was a bit concerned as the poor kitten’s frame seemed seriously bent by now…lol
She called us later and I THINK anyway, was back in the game & on the prowl in another part of the jungle…lol
We weren’t done yet, as it turned out…ummm…did I mention the word VIKING…lol
Now we were headed back north, passing Caliente Cab Company. Crystal suggested that we should get a dozen girls with temporary water weight gain to go in there & flash mob the bathroom…lol I said I’ll drink to that!...lol (if you don’t get it, do some homework…lol)
Flying a bit farther a field found your trusty heroine’s on a strafing run through Duplex & Stonewall when it occurred to us that the Pie had been having such a good time singing “ I will Survive” at Boots & Saddles, that it had fallen behind with the swaggering Cocks & Hens (and Chickens…lol). SO, we decided to go rescue it, as Pies aren’t especially known for carrying loose cab fare…lol
Upon entering, the Pie, which by now had done a costume change and had come fully out of it’s shell joined us for a short rendition of Naughty Marietta, and with a stage left, and a deliberately liberal sprinkling of air kisses, we shuffled off into the gaping mouth of the night, giggling like schoolgirls…lol
Where to go where to go!...NEXT!
The not so obvious choice to me anyway, was the Hanger. Along the way I noted that practically every shop had in some form included the execution of tattoos in their business model… tattoos & heavy lifting, tattoos & French Polishing, tattoos & antique sushi bowling, tattoos & sea foam bubble tea for you & a matching mole, half off on Tuesdays! Tattoos AND body art…I suppose that’s like the Big Mac…. Double your signage & brand recognition with excessive fat…lol…comes with a fork with seating for 6 at the table of the elements, with no reservations required!…lol I thought we should get matching Gummi’s glued screwed or tattooed where the sun don’t shine…lol… so much virgin canvas & so little time! Tsk!...lol
The Hanger was really loud, with big muscular tribal beats that make you want to throttle your knuffle bunny’s best assets or at least, the most open targets…lol…Let’s just say it was DEFINITELY NOT ladies nite…lol but who cares, we were out to shake things up & get our goddess worship on anyway…lol I’m ready for my scene now Mr. DeMille…lol
Crystal knew a guy in there who begged for us to stay, meanwhile, she gave me a look that said “hockey puck”…lol later explaining that this one follows her around like a puppy…lol I didn’t think a jury could possibly convict…lol Crystal’s certainly got that Big Fish Story appeal…lol I did mention dogs earlier didn’t I?...lol Well, enough of the Locker Room so she, me, and the Pie Rushed out the door flaming…lol Paris isn’t the only thing burning…lol We left burnout patches in the street as we careened a hard right down Bedford…lol
Which way did they go which way did they go! Run rabbit’s run!
Well, I have been trying for months to find out what’s going on with Chumley’s, as the phone’s ringing, but no one’s home…Chumley’s is the Doyenne of NYC Speakeasy’s, having successfully been playing Hide & Seek now for almost a century. It’s like a pair of favorite slippers. The Restaurant at the End of the Universe…;D
If you don’t know where it is, you probably won’t find it, there’s no sign, no lamp post & the door is forgettable…lol Once inside the door, you are transported into what is most certainly a Dickensian Era British pub. The dark wooded walls are covered with the manuscripts of Lost generation & Beat Generation writers & poets., men of letters, some chicks too…lol …people like EE Cummings , William Faulkner, John Steinbeck, Ring Lardner & Edna St. Vincent Millay…
There is also a ghost in there as well, usually, apparently, over by the bar. The floor is covered in sawdust, and there is a huge working fireplace. There are a trio of Hounds of the Baskervilles, ancient beasts that I think came with the property…lol They usually lie in front to the fireplace like stuffed sacks of peanuts roasting slowly in the dry heat…lol
The bar has hand pulled ales with curious names of Firemen who fell in the way back, dirty Vicars & other social anomalies & activists. The walls & benches are carved with the names of lovers & spirits past… There’s a juke box with a permanent collection of 78’s…songs from the distant haze, but you can’t expect to hear what you attempt to play. The ghost get’s to work, and the box has a mind on playing what you SHOULD hear…lol and it’s all good…;)) My favorite meal is a lobster tail, with corn on the cob, salad & a biscuit…all for 12 bucks! You just can’t beat that!
Anyway, away we went, and looked with intent, but it’s disappeared, vanished! I could cry a river into my beer if I could just get one!...lol Things that old don’t die, or fade away. I asked a migrant beaner in the corner restaurant. He looked at me balefully, and said “It’s gone”. FAK! I’ve been going there for 30 years, and I have to hear it from someone who fell off the turnip truck yesterday morning… it’s just not fair! I’ve done a google search, and found out the truth, and there is hope alive! ;D
ANYWAY, that wasn’t gonna’ work, so us girls held hands with the Pie & skipped town, err, rather around the corner DOWN town…lol
We had almost come full circle from where we started, but couldn’t see the finish line just yet…lol
Henrietta Hudson’s looked promising. We were back in our element, with the girls…ok, I’m speaking for myself here…lol Our little mini marathon had at this point seen us girls in heels for at least 15 hours, and me the night before as well…I was smart enough to bring a bag big enough to keep a pair of flats in, but Crystal’s combat boots were now barking…lol and we both wanted to sit down somewhere that wasn’t all whistles & gongs…the belles in HH’s sounded like a good landing strip… and so we were let inside the halls of the sisterhood… ;D Unfortunately, there was no seating available, so now we decided to keep the marathon going…lol
Crystal suggested that we entertain the sailors in the “straight” bar across the street, but warned that it could be a bad move…
I looked at my shoes. I like may shoes. I looked at the Shamrocks in the window. I looked at Crystal. I looked at her throbbing boots. We had the Pie’s well being to think of, so we walked on by…lol
Now, we were back at the Cowgirl where we started, but ya know, every good effort takes 110 percent, and the RL Lounge (nee Rubyfruit) was at the far end of the block…we can do this!!!...lol
The RL is a place where a girl can get something good & stiff from another girl, at a fair price!...lol
The upstairs has been beautifully renovated. It’s clean & cheerful with good lighting & it’s choc’ full of cute women… just my kind of place! Even the butch bunnies are hunni’s…lol
There are stylish salon pedestal stools which make you just want a makeover!...lol
We got comfy, and then we got engaged…lol no silly, I love Crystal, but I had my little eyes on Diana. She had a killer dancer’s bod, spike heeled boots & a wicked grin… I kept singing in my head “… but you can leave your hat on…lol”
She wiggled over to us, and pulled up to the bumper… fun fun FUN! Well, let me tell you…back off she’s mine!...lol
Well, maybe ours… but seeing as Crystal is waiting for Selma Hayak, I think I’ll be building a bridge between my island & her brick house starting this week! What a fine ass pect of the Midnight hour!...lol whew!
We exchanged cards, and I needed to scratch an itch…it was on her, of course…lol and well, Bob’s your uncle, as the Bishop said to the Actress…lol
Well, as happens when two fine T Gals walk into any room, shit happens…lol and Diana HAD to leave with her friend who pretty much dragged her down the stairs…lol
Sympathy for the Devil, and all that…lol We will meet again soon , me thinx… ;D
Anyway, with one girl down, and more to go, I found a comfy place at the bar next to yet another lovely La Femme Nikita… and decided to get busy…lol I can actually pin point the exact moment when the fire lit in her eyes, when I explained that my brain actually worked exactly like hers, and that I had no genuine interest in boys at all, and that I guess that would make me lesbian too! Granted, it’s possibly Vampyros Lesbos that we’re talking about here, but hey, I can’t help it, I was just born to really suck at some things in life…lolol
Crystal as well was having her own petting party, and we were definitely a hit… so much so, that the girl that I was chatting with’s girlfriend dragged her off down the stairs & out as well!...lol Doh! She wanted to stay, and I could have caused the earth to move, but I thought better for her & said that she should leave with her friend… ;D
Ok, time to add a bit of new lipstick before trying for the hat trick…lol SO! I va va voomed my way over to the powder room.
Once inside, I marveled at the most excellent design of the large well planned space. There was a niche at the far end lit softly with ambient lighting with a vase of Bird’s Of Paradise, which perfumed the air. The walls & floor were of a hewn bluestone, giving the space the feel of a Zen Garden…The Queen Mary..(There just can’t be a John in there, was a sleek curvilinear design which would echo the anatomy of she who would be born from above…;)) The sink, with it’s pedestal of stone and ovular bowl-like stainless steel nest resting on top with a single pistil-like faucet were in harmony with the somewhat oblique trapezoidal shape of the room. It’s not a box…lol As I sat there with my panties between my ankles, the sound of my own fluidity echoed like a stream flowing through a temple in a hidden cave, somewhat like a womb, actually…. Quite reflective all this, for just taking a pee…lol
I lifted myself up, and well, you know, tucked in my panties…lol then washed my hands…. Upon turning around, I saw no towels, and no basket… this, made perfect sense for such a Shinto space. The Fung Sui would be utterly ruined if you could possibly mess it up with random intrusions like misfired rimshots on the floor…lol
I then spied the hand dryer, which again, made perfect sense… I glided over, ran my hands beneath it & was immediately blasted by hyper-sonics crashing off the walls, creating standing waves that made harmonic dead spots, as the super heated turbo forced air thundered out of the short, cone shaped expeller. Finally, after what seemed far too long after my hands were already dry, it stopped. I fell back, collected the pieces of my shattered psyche, adjusted my garters & combed my hair. THAT, I’m quite sure, was designed by a man…lol
There are 3 things I found interesting at the RL, besides the company, that is…
1) I decided to have a quick peek into the men’s head…lol It was nothing like the women’s, Firstly, it was about half as big…lol the walls didn’t have the same treatment as in the ladies, quite Spartan by comparison. The sink was the same, but the head was most definitely a John…and the place was brightly lit. This, I assume, was an un-verbalized sign saying look before you get your pee shooter out…lol and oh, it was a box, quite boringly predictably rectangular…
2) Of all the places that we went in that catered to the occasional sporting life, the RL was the only place that didn’t put the Tube De Boob behind or above the bar, but rather placed it in a discretionary position in the room which favored social interaction over mindless hypnosis…lol
3) Of all the bars we were in, every one which catered to the more hirsute patrons had their boxes switched on to football. The RL had on the final ALC championship baseball game. Being a Yankee town, and that night being the last crucial game of the series, combined with the fact that baseball is played as much in the head as on the field, it made again, a lot of sense…lol after all, as we know…Diamonds are a girls best friend…lol
By now it was really getting late, and Crystal needed to get home in time to call in sick…lol so, we gathered our things, said our goodbyes to all of the lovelies, and again, hit the pavement…. Tap tap tap, click click click…and now we’re hugging each other at 7th Avenue. I hail a cab, and she’s away to the train with the Pie, (pumpkin, that’s one well traveled vegetable!)…Goddess speed sister, I hope you got home in a jiff… ;D
SO, what can we gain from this run on stream of consciousness? Get a good night’s sleep Saturday night, empty your bank account, expect the unexpected and have a working medical plan in place …lol
My legs have felt like rubber and weak still some 24 hours later, and my ribs still hurt a little from laughing so hard… but these are pains that I’d welcome anytime… ;))
It’s that time of year again, and amateur night is just around the corner… trust me, If you talk the talk, you need to come out & walk the walk with C & B Music Factory when the risk Vs. reward factor is a toss up…lol… we make what you want to do right now…lol
Brunch with the ladies who DO lunch is now a part of the weekly social, so come out with us in NYC & have a gas yas yas… ;))
Love ya Crystal, let’s turn this pig over & roast the other side soon!
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Rock 'n Roll High Wednesdays @ Skinny Bar NYC w/hostess Tiffany Leigh!
Tiffany Leigh March 12th, 2009 7:47 pm MDTRock 'n Roll High Wednesdays @ Skinny Bar NYC w/hostess Tiffany Leigh!
This is a NEW party that's committed to being TG-friendly and TG-positive! If we have good turnouts it may lead to NEW parties in NYC! Help me by supporting it and showing that we will bring them loyal and brisk business!
Even stopping by for one drink to say hello will make a WORLD of difference! Thanks!
10PM – 4AM
@ The Skinny Bar & Lounge
174 Orchard St
New York, NY 10002
(212) 228-3668
theskinnybarlounge.com
F, V to Lower East Side - Second Avenue Stop
NO COVER
10PM = "Pre-school" with Tiffany Leigh!
11-11:30PM = free open vodka bar
12 Midnight = Michael T spins 50's, 60's, 70's, 80's Rock & Roll!
The Skinny Bar and Lounge has a casual and comfortable vibe. A neighborhood bar with personality and no pretensions. There's loft and lounge seating in front and back, a pool table, and a long seated bar.
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Unraveling Michelle Screening
Jenna Elizabeth September 7th, 2008 10:47 pm MDTLocal film maker Michelle Farrell will be screening her homegrown documentary at the Local film maker Michelle Farrell will be screening her homegrown documentary at theNew York International Independent Film and Video Festival OPENING NIGHT THURSDAY SEPTEMBER 18th - Unraveling Michelle Screening Saturday 4pm. The OPENING NIGHT PARTY and art/film market at MANSION ON THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 18TH brings participating filmmakers, producers and artists together. Designed as an "open-air" market, the whole spectrum of the film, art and entertainment industry will be invited to attend thus creating a valuable opportunity for NYIIFVF and NYIAF participants to promote their projects and network with relevant industry professionals. Details: MANSION 530 W. 28TH STREET BETWEEN 10TH AND 11TH AVENUE 6PM-MIDNIGHT, Strict dress code: NO T-SHIRTS, JERSEYS, SWEATS, SNEAKERS AND BASEBALL HATS 21 and over only. No Exceptions http://www.nyfilmvideo.com/2008/ny-fall-2008/presrelease/opening-night.htm AFTER-PARTIES: Each night the festival will host after-parties at some of the best venues in New York. A list of our after-parties will be posted on www.nyfilmvideo.com and will also be listed in the program. We are doing our very best to get everyone in for free but venues marked with *** in the program schedule do have a reputation for being very trendy and upscale. We are also guests of the club. You must dress appropriately. NO T-SHIRTS, SNEAKERS, JERSEYS, BASEBALL HATS, BAGGY JEANS, SWEATS, ETC. ALL AFTER-PARTIES ARE FOR 21 AND OVER ONLY. NO EXCEPTIONS. PLEASE KEEP YOUR VIP PASS ON YOU AT ALL TIMES AT THE AFTER-PARTIES. Please email Annalisa San Juan at annalisa@itndistribution.com if you have any questions regarding the after-parties. REMEMBER, for 12 dollars(advance ticket) you get a movie and a party. Unraveling Michelle will be screened on Saturday 9/20 at 4pm. I hope that you can come up to support our documentary.[Comment on this post]
Crossdressing Boredom
Annette Bowser Brunette July 26th, 2008 8:36 am MDTLike most cd's I became curious about women's clothing at an early age. I won't bore you with the details but it wasn't until 1995 that I began to go out in public on a regular (weekly) basis. I also began electrolysis soon afterwards. No more razors. I haven't shaved my face since '95. Because I was short, small boned and had smooth soft facial features I "passed" well. During my jaunts out in public to various clubs, shopping malls and hangouts I met many wonderful gals. It was quite exciting for awhile. I was in tranny heaven.
Not much happened between '96 and '99 due to cash flow problems. Still I did go out fairly regularly en femme. By 1999 I had hooked up with some good CD friends and we spent more time clubbing and CD getaways down on the Cape. Manray, the local goth/BDSM club really rocked on Halloween and the B & D Ball. Nurses, cops, school girls, scantily clad women and CD's in PVC and leather. You name it, they had 'em all. Being a CD never felt so good and I was, once again, in Nirvana.
Fast forward to 2001. I had, by this time, been out so many times it had become routine. I had always wondered what it would be like to grow out my hair. I got a little good natured ribbing from my coworkers but there's no dress code in the trades. It took a little over a year before I could tie my hair in a ponytail but it was worth it. No more wigs. I knew I had reached the end of my journey when I jumped into a pool in a bikini and soaked myself from head to toe. That should have been the high point in my journey as a cd and it was. For a while.
I got many compliments on my hair. (the "mop") Cd's said that I had it all. Short. Small boned. Full head of hair. No body hair except my lower legs. Feminine face with a soft jawline and no facial hair due to electrolysis. A Cd's dream? Yes and no. Imagine being cross dressed 24 hours a day 7 days a week. Or having a Christmas tree up year round. That's what it was like. Over the years I had been using less and less makeup. Even in drab I looked very effeminite. In fact the only difference between drab and drag was a pair of breast forms. Passing as a guy became almost comical. At a New England Patriots game (American football for those unfamiliar with the NFL) in 2003 the ticket taker told me I had to use the ladies line. (It was very very long and I was with 7 other guys) I told him twice that I was a guy. Finally (at his request) I showed him my driver's license and he apologized and let me through. Even during my day job when I get hot and dirty outside I'd been whistled at by passing cars.
Now none of this means that I'm complaining. Nor do I want to cut my hair short and start looking like a guy full time again. :-( (yech) But it does make me question my own femininity and how much and how often I really feel like a "woman". What it has done is taken away the excitement of transformation. Showering. Shaving. Choosing an outfit. Dolling up. Putting on the wig. I've also noticed a total lack of interest in "super femme" things like 5" heels and long pointy press on nails.
More pertinently, I've come to feel over time, that the feminine role can be just as restrictive as the masculine role. What this means is that physically I like my soft feminine body but mentally I prefer to slip back and forth between both genders. Sometimes masculine, sometimes feminine, sometimes a little of both and sometimes a lot of neither.
I have no desire to transition or take hormones. I don't think about makeup or 5 inch heels or dresses. I just want to be me, catty and negative but real. Amrutta Slee in the book Dick For A Day: What would you do if you had one? once wrote, "I wish men and women, too, had created less cartoonish identities for themselves so we could all relax a bit."
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Beach Blanket Bingo-Triangles July 19th!
Tiffany Leigh May 12th, 2008 8:03 am MDTBeach Blanket Bingo! at Triangles Café on Saturday, July 19th... Dress code (strongly encouraged): Beach Bunnies & Sun Goddesses, Havana Nights, Hawaiian Tropic, Sarongs & Wild Bikinis, Flower & Jungle Prints, Bo Derek's Bolero, Carmen Miranda, or Frankie & Annette!.... Shot specials all night!, NO cover before 9PM! Live DJ from 10P-close!... More info (including hotel discount) = http://groups.yahoo.com/group/FriendsOfTriangles http://www.myspace.com/friendsoftriangles http://www.trianglescafe.com[Comment on this post]
Next Triangles Party May 3rd - Last One Until Summer!
Tiffany Leigh April 19th, 2008 9:05 am MDTHey everyone! My next Triangles party in Danbury, CT is Sat. May 3rd! This will be the last one until at least mid-July, which is a hiatus of up to 10 weeks! So if you can make it and don't think you can wait until the summer, join us in May at Triangles. Link=http://groups.yahoo.com/group/FriendsOfTriangles[Comment on this post]
First TWO Triangles Parties of 2008 are SET!
Tiffany Leigh January 22nd, 2008 8:33 am MSTOver the holidays and First Event yet? You'll have plenty of time to recover for our next two Friends of Triangles parties in Danbury, CT! The dates are on SAT. FEBRUARY 23RD or SAT. MARCH 29TH. Traditionally the first one of the year is always a huge turnout, so that's the one not to be missed! Check out the Yahoo page for more info at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/FriendsOfTriangles and see you there!!!![Comment on this post]
My friend Brielle's as old as dirt...
Jenna Elizabeth January 2nd, 2008 10:06 pm MSTI wanted to let ALL of my URNA friends know, the Brielle Echo Whitney is offically an AARP card carrying member as we speak! She passed everso graceouslessly into geriatical care under the watchful eye of her wet nurse. Those wishing to "pay court" to her can do so at the Brooklyn Gardens for Senior Development. And remember, no loud noises during Jeopardy![Comment on this post]
Meet My Stalker!
Tiffany Leigh December 30th, 2007 10:51 am MSTHere's a link to what this imposter looks like! I am exploring my options with a lawyer and hope to sort out this nonsense soon. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v734/TiffLeigh/ImposterEvidence/YoutubeTrollScreen02.jpg[Comment on this post]
Identity Theft: The Sequel
Tiffany Leigh December 28th, 2007 9:25 am MSTThat troll last month that was yanked off of YouTube recently for using other people's photos and content without permission is at it again. The following profiles are NOT MINE = Youtube under "tiffanyleigh35" OR Myspace under "tiffanylaigh." For more information go to my Livejournal link on here OR read my MySpace blog at http://www.myspace.com/tiffanyleigh.[Comment on this post]
Identity Theft
Tiffany Leigh November 26th, 2007 6:46 am MSTSomeone on Youtube is using a before/after pic of me as their OWN profile pic. The pic they are using was originally on Karen's FemmeFever site. I've contacted them directly and also wanted people here to know about it. Whether or not it's copyright infringement it's still dishonest use. Here's the offender = http://www.youtube.com/user/schopenhaur. I've contacted YouTube, and also let other communities know about him. If you want to help out, go to their profile and comment -- let them know that their use of my photo is not right![1 comment]
More Little Known Facts That Happen to be True
Annette Bowser Brunette November 8th, 2007 5:58 pm MSTConstruction for the Trans-Atlantic bridge will begin in the year 2020. By 2030 it will be possible to drive from Boston to Norway by automobile.
Savvy bargain hunters looking for low cost popcorn generally buy it in the movie theater.
Back in Jr. high school in the early 70's I was told that the metric system would be the big wave of the future and that we'd all better learn it or be left behind. So we did. Judging by how much metrics are used today, (in the USA) I'd say they were right. (i.e. NFL football, milk cartons, height/weight charts, road signs, speedometers, thermometers etc...)
The official state bird of Utah is the crow. The official state bird of Massachusetts is the passenger pigeon.
The rules of the road state that between cars and pedestrians, cars always have the right of way.
Famous heiress Paris Hilton earned every penny of her fortune the old fashioned way. By hard work and due diligence.
A chess board should always be set up so that the dark square corner is by the player's right hand.
Normally when a head coach in any sport is given a "vote of confidence" by ownership or the general manager, it's a good bet that his job is secure for years to come.
Bolivia is known to be one of the leading exporters of the top of the line metal, tin.
Diets have one of the highest rates of success. Obesity is a media myth.
In gambling casinos, slot machines offer the best chances of winning. Famous pop icon Brittany Spears established her fortune through judicious use of these one armed gold mines.
In poker, the chances of being dealt a full house are 50/50. Either you get it or you don't.
What do frequent flyers of major airlines enjoy the most about their flight experience? The food.
Next to the New York Yankees, the Chicago Cubs have been the most successful at winning the world series.
Picking football games vs. the spread is an exact science, much like astrology and cosmetology.
We have broken the sound barrier and the time barrier. Next we will probably break the heat barrier by establishing colonies on Mercury.
You can be sure that all track and field athletes are free of any performance enhancing chemicals as are cyclists, weight lifters and swimmers.
In 1920, famous spelunker Copernicus discovered vast shores of plankton in the Marianas trench, enough to feed the planet for the next century or two.
The Washington Generals have more wins against the Harlem Globetrotters than any other team.
The are conspiracy theories for the JFK assassination and the moon landings. Soon I expect the conspiracy buffs to attempt to prove that World War II never existed.
The one thing the Mafia and the Quakers have in common is their distaste of violence.
Jerry Springer and the late Jerry Falwell are considered to be amongst the top sources of factual information according to Mensa Magazine.
OJ Simpson is very close to locating the real killers.
Hillary Clinton was born and raised in New York. Hillary is to the Big Apple as fire engine is to red.
Irish messiah Whitey Bulger, a South Boston good samaritan of impeccable qualifications does missionary work for the needy in London, England, where he makes his home. In 1985, Whitey Bulger Community College was established in South Boston in recognition of his accomplishments.
Internet inventor and global cooling expert Al Gore warns us that an ice age similar to the one that occurred during the Mezozoic era is imminent within the next 100 years.
For the most part, M2F's pass much better than F2M's.
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Let me out!
Jacklyn Lee October 8th, 2007 3:06 pm MDTHere I am throughout the years and applying makeup on my own, thinking oh well, this is as good as it gets. But recently I had a gg apply makeup the professional way and now I know what a difference it can make. I guess I always did know the way you apply makeup makes alot of difference to the way you want to sculpt your face....I just never gave the effort. I applaud and am willing to learn as much as possible. But at the same time, lets face it, there are gg's who don't even how to do their faces either....but of course they have a head start...a natural feminine quality.
Happy Halloweeneeeeeeee...hehehee
BTW, Love Angelah Johnson for her Nail Salon comic routine! And Miss Coco Peru we love you!
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Triangles #11 Thank You!
Tiffany Leigh September 24th, 2007 8:56 am MDTLast weekend was our 11th edition of the Friends of Triangles party in Danbury, CT. Despite my best efforts to jinx the weather with my own personal sparkling forecast, the weather held and the patio was hopping! Thanks to all who came to welcome the fall by joining us from near and far. And a special thanks to all the first-timers who attended; I hope the party lived up to its buzz! I hope to see you all in full force next month for our October 20th bash -- expect lots of great costumery![1 comment]
TOP 10 Reasons I attended SCC
Jenna Elizabeth September 18th, 2007 4:15 pm MDTThe top 10 reasons I attended SCC.
10. Five days en femme
9. Flying AirTRAN ( It's OUR airline baby!)
8. Seminar after seminar of helpful stuff
7. Formal dinners with 800+ of your closest friends
6. The local Atlanta club scene
5. The SCC marketplace
4. The first ever Transgender Job Expo
3. Making new friends
2. Catching up with old friends
1. They don't call it HOT-lanta for nothing!
360 days to go til SCC 2008
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Where is the Love?
Jenna Elizabeth August 30th, 2007 10:26 pm MDTAs I gear up for my 4th SCC, I have the opportunity to reflect on my personal journey of the last 4 years. By 2003, I had come to terms with the fact I was transgendered. Even though I could not quantify the cause, I accepted it as part of my nature. It had been since the tender age of 6. Years of guilt and shame had taken its toll and I was ready for a change. Many things had transpired in the preceding year. My last relationship(HST i.e. hostage taking situation....) had ended in miserable failure. I was finally on my own, and, as I found to be later, on my way. New job, new income status, and new freedom allowed me to express this identity in a safer environment. As these planets all came into alignment I found less than a harmonic convergance. The more exposed I was to the multivalent construal known as transgenderism, the less shielded I was to its stark divisions. I knew I was transgendered, however which subset did I belong to? Communication and language are tools mankind has developed to express a point of view as to allow another person to understand it. For the purpose of my assessment I choose to define three subsets as following; transsexual (both op and non-op), androgynous ( including gender queers and crossdressers who dress for gender identity expression), and transvestites ( to include any fetish based or emotionally driven cross gendered expression through attire/clothing). At the core to each of these BROAD subsets is HOW gender and its expression relates to THEM. [Please note: A crossdresser is ANYONE who wears clothing of their opposite phsical sex. Transgender is an umbrella term used to describe ANYONE with a gender identity or expression that is at odds with society's binary gender construct] To the transsexual, its is an innate sense knowing they who they are gender wise, its the body which is incongruent to this defined sense of self. To the androgynous, its a sense of two genders.Sometimes singularly expressed, and sometimes jointly expressed. Yet typically never just one gender identity as defined by society's binary constructs. To the transvestite, its a sense of fulfillment to an aspect of their gender definitions through the wearing of garments typically associated to the opposite physical sex. The fullfillment can be sexual in nature and it can be emotional too. And therein, as the Bard would tell us, lays the rub. Some transsexuals feel detached or wish to detach themselves from other transgendered individuals because their sense of self is, at least at the point they affirmed their status as transsexual, innate, permanant and quite clear. They were born with the right mind, its just the body which lagged behind. Anyone with less than the same feeling or sense of self could possible cause society at large to demean their situation. (Like its stereotypical TG characters in such movies as Dressed to Kill or Silence of the Lambs) Not dressing within a binarily defined gender contruct ( gender queer/fuck, or androgynous) or dressing in a fetish way can be seen as destructive to them and they need to blend in and be accepted. For many the ultimate goal is to fit into mainstream society and allow themselves to finally just live. Some androgynous people consider and classify themselves as transgendered because in society's collective vocabulary, they have no accurate word to define themselves. They feel more bi-gendered variant that transvestites and less inconguent in their gender -physicality relationship than transsexuals. They see fetish based crossdressing involving intimate appearal or the lack there of(exposed body parts) in online photo albums as a threat to their legitimacy. And, some transvestites, content on living with their gender which is in sync with their physical sex, will think in terms of their sense of self and do not possess the capacity to reasonably empathize beyond that contrust. To no fault of their own. How can white Americans truly understand personal biasses afflected upon black Americans. They lack a certain perspective. They are no less ridiculed by society than any other transgendered person however. I have found, at times, a deep and dark distain for each other by some of us within all of these three subsets. However it seems to be strongest between the two extremes, transsexuals and transvestites. Transgender has been called an umbrella term . Yet I see it more like a covered bus stop. We're all in it together, however none of us want to look at or communicate with each other. So this beg's to ask the question. Where is the Love? At a national level, most of the activism is directed to provide acceptance for those actively living and expressing, on a full time basis, a gender expression inconguent to their natal physicality. This means transsexuals both op and non-op or those 24/7. At the local level most of the support mechanisms are gears towards the transvestites and provide a social outlet in addition to any emotional support provided. While both of those two extremes benefit in small part to the actions taken on behalf of the other, there seems to be no middle ground and I certainly fail to see all of us holding hands and singing KumBayah anytime soon. Which leaves us with the androgynous. You know us, chameleons as we are, we partied with the jocks and the stoners......[3 comments]
Next THREE Triangles Party Dates are SET!
Tiffany Leigh August 7th, 2007 1:14 pm MDTHey everyone: just wanted to let you know we have the dates for our next THREE parties at Triangles in Danbury, CT locked in -- which takes us to the end of 2007! The dates are September 22, October 20, and December 1st. All are Saturday nights. For more info go to the group site at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/FriendsOfTriangles.[Comment on this post]
New set of glasses to go with my English Composition classes
Jenna Elizabeth April 17th, 2007 3:48 pm MDTWOW!***** LOL******* I quess by my age I should have seen or read it all. I shake my head in laughingly utter disbelief! ;) ROTFLMAO. Are you serious? I mean SERIOUSLY? Can you take yourself anymore serious? Okay...... chuckle time over. Back to work...... UPDATE 04/18/2007********** Yet again! LOL I mean I'd be making a mess if I weren't wearing Depends........LOL[1 comment]
This site needed a good enema...
Jenna Elizabeth April 3rd, 2007 4:55 pm MDTAlright all you tight arsed nags with nothing better to do than sit around in your knitting cirlces and drink from the water cooler while hanging out your dirty laundry, its time you simmered down and not take yourself too seriously. OOPS, sorry, I thought this was the Congressional Blog page, NEVERMIND......[6 comments]
Enough is enough
Jacklyn Lee April 1st, 2007 6:53 pm MDTTo all those who had traveled great distances and made sacrifices to meet others thru online...and then let down. I think its horrible...But at least your safe and sound. And for those who let them down, " You must not know 'bout me"...Your irreplaceable"[Comment on this post]