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  • 29 Oct 2008
    I was coffee, muffin, soft drink and purse in hand as I walked up the sidewalk to my car. It had snowed this morning -- a couple of inches -- and I was going slowly. I was expecting to drop something. A construction worker brushed past me, walking briskly up ahead. He stopped, he paused, he turned."Do you still work at Lee Valley?" he asked. I was amazed. How is that totally across town, someone can identify me?"Yes, I do." I smiled a big smile. He smiled and walked away. I think he was nervous. Ow!! So close to a date. Just kidding.In the grocery store, striding from the milk display toward the bread aready, I approached a very young woman pushing a grocery cart with a young boy in the cart seat - his back to me. The girl glanced at me. I smiled as I walked by."Mommy, look at the BIG GIRL!" came a stong young voice. I had to laugh, it was too cute. I didn't look bad however.I was stopped at the mall by a really pretty young woman. Would I like to join a women's gym? I took the coupon with a smile. Yeah, right!I kept the coupon in my purse and glanced at it once or twice. Mel -- my best friend -- and we went out for coffee. Seizing the opportunity, I asked her to accompany me to the club. I was going to join. As Mel said to my fretting on the trip there, "What can they say? Its discrimination not to accept you." I'm really not the type to lean on points of law. Oh, well.After a brief questionaire about one's aspirations for fitness, the 'tour' came. I thought I might get to see the machines but was totally surprised to be taken through the change room. No, on one was there. Well, one lady was, but she wasn't much to look at. Wow! So does this mean I can join? Yup, it did. So I did. I haven't gone there yet... I'm still working up to that.A friend has a young (4) daughter. Somedays she likes me. Somedays not. Last evening was a liking day. We played Unicorn which involved my 'chasing' her at a glacial pace around her playroom in the basement. She began to laugh. It was the heartiest laugh of a child totally enjoying themselves. I started to cry, realizing in that moment that this was the cost I was paying with my family. Denied access to my neices and nephews, I didn't until that moment realize how massive that lose was.I was invited to dinner by a sister-in-law. She had her two teenage girls join us for dinner. I was surprised. They are shy of course but I was so taken by her willingness to bring me back into the family - or a part of it. I was very, very touched. It was pork with potatoes and green beans.I wonder if I'll ever get a real job, again. Most days I feel very good. There are odd days still where I feel like I have a sign on my back that says, "Was a Guy!". Funny how that happens. Then the next day, I float through feeling perfectly contented.There is a marvellous irony to my life now. Here I am in public -- Ann - boldly going where I please, as I please. Sometimes, I'm looked at and I can feel them thinking, "That's a guy wearing women's clothes." and I don't care. Contrast this with more than 40 years where I did everything possible to prevent even a hint of who I was showing to the public. Wow, what wasted effort.It feels a bit of a celebration to update my blog. I haven't had the chances of before to keep it current or to descend deeply into my thoughts. Don't worry, though, I will.
    2334 Posted by Ann Teve
  • I was coffee, muffin, soft drink and purse in hand as I walked up the sidewalk to my car. It had snowed this morning -- a couple of inches -- and I was going slowly. I was expecting to drop something. A construction worker brushed past me, walking briskly up ahead. He stopped, he paused, he turned."Do you still work at Lee Valley?" he asked. I was amazed. How is that totally across town, someone can identify me?"Yes, I do." I smiled a big smile. He smiled and walked away. I think he was nervous. Ow!! So close to a date. Just kidding.In the grocery store, striding from the milk display toward the bread aready, I approached a very young woman pushing a grocery cart with a young boy in the cart seat - his back to me. The girl glanced at me. I smiled as I walked by."Mommy, look at the BIG GIRL!" came a stong young voice. I had to laugh, it was too cute. I didn't look bad however.I was stopped at the mall by a really pretty young woman. Would I like to join a women's gym? I took the coupon with a smile. Yeah, right!I kept the coupon in my purse and glanced at it once or twice. Mel -- my best friend -- and we went out for coffee. Seizing the opportunity, I asked her to accompany me to the club. I was going to join. As Mel said to my fretting on the trip there, "What can they say? Its discrimination not to accept you." I'm really not the type to lean on points of law. Oh, well.After a brief questionaire about one's aspirations for fitness, the 'tour' came. I thought I might get to see the machines but was totally surprised to be taken through the change room. No, on one was there. Well, one lady was, but she wasn't much to look at. Wow! So does this mean I can join? Yup, it did. So I did. I haven't gone there yet... I'm still working up to that.A friend has a young (4) daughter. Somedays she likes me. Somedays not. Last evening was a liking day. We played Unicorn which involved my 'chasing' her at a glacial pace around her playroom in the basement. She began to laugh. It was the heartiest laugh of a child totally enjoying themselves. I started to cry, realizing in that moment that this was the cost I was paying with my family. Denied access to my neices and nephews, I didn't until that moment realize how massive that lose was.I was invited to dinner by a sister-in-law. She had her two teenage girls join us for dinner. I was surprised. They are shy of course but I was so taken by her willingness to bring me back into the family - or a part of it. I was very, very touched. It was pork with potatoes and green beans.I wonder if I'll ever get a real job, again. Most days I feel very good. There are odd days still where I feel like I have a sign on my back that says, "Was a Guy!". Funny how that happens. Then the next day, I float through feeling perfectly contented.There is a marvellous irony to my life now. Here I am in public -- Ann - boldly going where I please, as I please. Sometimes, I'm looked at and I can feel them thinking, "That's a guy wearing women's clothes." and I don't care. Contrast this with more than 40 years where I did everything possible to prevent even a hint of who I was showing to the public. Wow, what wasted effort.It feels a bit of a celebration to update my blog. I haven't had the chances of before to keep it current or to descend deeply into my thoughts. Don't worry, though, I will.
    Oct 29, 2008 2334
  • 03 Dec 2009
    It's one thing to have Jo in the UK (I miss her when she's away), but another to have to cope with the children while suffering from a two day migraine......not the best scenario I could have imagined I have to say. Just when you need a little TLC.............I heard from a friend of mine who is recovering well after her surgery, she's well enough for a visit now so I will be popping in to say 'hi' and to wish her and her partner a very merry Christmas as it's unlikely I will get to see them again beforehand, knowing how busy the run up to Christmas can get, and especially with family coming over. On the other hand, instant baby sitters! So maybe I will get there again after all. Nikki
    2333 Posted by Nikki Hollm
  • It's one thing to have Jo in the UK (I miss her when she's away), but another to have to cope with the children while suffering from a two day migraine......not the best scenario I could have imagined I have to say. Just when you need a little TLC.............I heard from a friend of mine who is recovering well after her surgery, she's well enough for a visit now so I will be popping in to say 'hi' and to wish her and her partner a very merry Christmas as it's unlikely I will get to see them again beforehand, knowing how busy the run up to Christmas can get, and especially with family coming over. On the other hand, instant baby sitters! So maybe I will get there again after all. Nikki
    Dec 03, 2009 2333
  • 02 Mar 2013
    Well, most of us have a pretty good idea where our personal journey is taking us and have a pretty good idea how far in that journey we would like to go.  Some of us are still trying to figure all that out, and still some of us are still fighting the guilt and confusion of who we are, and why we were born the way we were.  More importantly, some of us have a very detailed plan of how we want to get there, some of us are making the plan as we go, and some of us have no idea where we are, and what comes next for us. I have had a rough idea of my "map" to my journeys destination.  I, as all of us, have heard the stories, the unfortunate bad stories, of loss.  There seems to be nothing that can't be lost in our lives, from family and friends, to jobs and physical things that we have worked hard to obtain.  I have put a lot of thought into coming out.  I still am in the beginning stages of coming out.  I have thought a lot about it and have put together a mental list of all the people in my life and have rated them from the ones that I "think" will be the easiest and most supportive, to the scariest ones for me.  My plan is to start with the ones that I "think" will be most supportive, and work my way through the list.  My hope is that I will gain a larger support system in the beginning, to help me get through the more difficult ones at the end of the list.  Of course the two problems are..........the ones I "think" will be easiest and most supportive may in fact not be who I think they are, and the collateral damage, the ones I make the mistake with outing me to anyone and everyone.  Time will tell.  My next "outing" is going to be my sister.  I set a goal to do this by the end of last summer........ last summer came and went without me accomplishing this, but I am still planting seeds in her mind each and every time we talk.  I honestly think she knows already, but who knows. Now to what this is really about.  Like I said earlier, we all either have a solid plan, a somewhat plan, or no idea at all.  One thing that has always been "how I am" is, when I'm in drab, I am totally in drab.  A real overcompensator, doing all the overcompensator things, maybe because as a woman, I am very girly. Yes, I am guilty of never dressing my age, I wear a lot of makeup, and I never just "throw something on".  There may be those that don't really like me because of that, but that's who I am.  I always do everything I can, to look, what I think is my best, always.  I know in my heart that if I had been born genetic, I would be no different, it's who I am.  I know you all know someone like me, wakes up in the morning and won't leave the bedroom until there is makeup in place.  Here's where things get wierd, at least for me.  When I am a man, a miserable man, but 100% overcompensated man.  Loose jeans, Harley t-shirt, Harley ball cap.  When I am a woman.................... well lets just say I get lots of crap..........loving crap, but crap just the same, about how much time I spend primping in front of the mirror before we leave the house.  I get called princess ................a lot lol.  Anyway, NEVER any blur of the two different "me's".  I have a friend here, anyway, I think we are friends, we aren't that close, don't share real personal details about life, but have talked here and there and I think she is a great person.  I guess we all have many friends like that here.  Anyway, her name is Traci.  I have listened to her talk about her plan for several years.  "Don't come out" , "just start transitioning and let those around you notice, or not notice"   "Live androgenously" "When you finally do come out, they will probably pretty much know already anyway and won't really even give it much thought".  I've always thought she really gave it some thought, and it's a really smart way to do it....................... it's just NOT me.  I think it was listening to her that made me think of my plan for coming out.  A plan that ATTEMPTS to minimize the damage.  But sometimes you think you know where you are going and you get lost along the way. As well thought out and smart as I thought her plan was, I never thought I could do androgenous................. but things change.  I started self medding on herbals about 10 or 11 months ago.  I'm not on a program, until I saw my doctor last month I really didn't know if what i was doing was safe.  A few have asked what I am doing, even though everything seems ok with my doctor, who knows what the long term effect could be so I really feel a little wierd about sharing.  I will say I did a lot of reading, bought a few things, did a lot more reading, bought a little more....etc...etc.  I will say that at this point, I am eating enough ......................"roughage in pill form", to sustain 3 sheep, 4 goats, 2 cows.............and a camel.  I know there are many of you here, and outside our world that will tell you they don't work. They're wrong.  I know they probably don't work as well as the real thing, and I know they will never make me look like Jessica Rabbit, but because of my work environment, and not really being totally out, they "fit" me well.  I know it seems like I'm rambling a bit at this point, but they were the tipping point for me.  I have changed, a little physically, and a lot mentally in the last 10 months, the slight changes in my body have made me feel so incredibly better about myself. Far less depression, and I've found myself where I never thought I would be, moving towards androgenous.  When I am in drab my chest now slightly shows even under the very loose clothes that I wear.  My waist is smaller, and my pants fit a little tighter in the back. My measurements are 39, 33, 39 Now when I am in drab, I feel like I am impersonating a man. I use BB cream on my face, I have for quite some time as my skin is not the best because of the harsh desert environment I live in.  It is tinted and is like a light foundation.  I used to sleep in it. I recently started wearing it pretty much everywhere except work.  I also had bought mascarra that is designed to help your lashes grow and I used to wear it at night when I slept, and of course when I went out as "me".  But now I am wearing it everywhere but work.  I don't wear a lot when I am drab, but I wear it all the time.  It's all a very slippery slope I think and these are the beginning stages of my run down the hill of happiness.
    2329 Posted by Briana Lynn Rekowski
  • Well, most of us have a pretty good idea where our personal journey is taking us and have a pretty good idea how far in that journey we would like to go.  Some of us are still trying to figure all that out, and still some of us are still fighting the guilt and confusion of who we are, and why we were born the way we were.  More importantly, some of us have a very detailed plan of how we want to get there, some of us are making the plan as we go, and some of us have no idea where we are, and what comes next for us. I have had a rough idea of my "map" to my journeys destination.  I, as all of us, have heard the stories, the unfortunate bad stories, of loss.  There seems to be nothing that can't be lost in our lives, from family and friends, to jobs and physical things that we have worked hard to obtain.  I have put a lot of thought into coming out.  I still am in the beginning stages of coming out.  I have thought a lot about it and have put together a mental list of all the people in my life and have rated them from the ones that I "think" will be the easiest and most supportive, to the scariest ones for me.  My plan is to start with the ones that I "think" will be most supportive, and work my way through the list.  My hope is that I will gain a larger support system in the beginning, to help me get through the more difficult ones at the end of the list.  Of course the two problems are..........the ones I "think" will be easiest and most supportive may in fact not be who I think they are, and the collateral damage, the ones I make the mistake with outing me to anyone and everyone.  Time will tell.  My next "outing" is going to be my sister.  I set a goal to do this by the end of last summer........ last summer came and went without me accomplishing this, but I am still planting seeds in her mind each and every time we talk.  I honestly think she knows already, but who knows. Now to what this is really about.  Like I said earlier, we all either have a solid plan, a somewhat plan, or no idea at all.  One thing that has always been "how I am" is, when I'm in drab, I am totally in drab.  A real overcompensator, doing all the overcompensator things, maybe because as a woman, I am very girly. Yes, I am guilty of never dressing my age, I wear a lot of makeup, and I never just "throw something on".  There may be those that don't really like me because of that, but that's who I am.  I always do everything I can, to look, what I think is my best, always.  I know in my heart that if I had been born genetic, I would be no different, it's who I am.  I know you all know someone like me, wakes up in the morning and won't leave the bedroom until there is makeup in place.  Here's where things get wierd, at least for me.  When I am a man, a miserable man, but 100% overcompensated man.  Loose jeans, Harley t-shirt, Harley ball cap.  When I am a woman.................... well lets just say I get lots of crap..........loving crap, but crap just the same, about how much time I spend primping in front of the mirror before we leave the house.  I get called princess ................a lot lol.  Anyway, NEVER any blur of the two different "me's".  I have a friend here, anyway, I think we are friends, we aren't that close, don't share real personal details about life, but have talked here and there and I think she is a great person.  I guess we all have many friends like that here.  Anyway, her name is Traci.  I have listened to her talk about her plan for several years.  "Don't come out" , "just start transitioning and let those around you notice, or not notice"   "Live androgenously" "When you finally do come out, they will probably pretty much know already anyway and won't really even give it much thought".  I've always thought she really gave it some thought, and it's a really smart way to do it....................... it's just NOT me.  I think it was listening to her that made me think of my plan for coming out.  A plan that ATTEMPTS to minimize the damage.  But sometimes you think you know where you are going and you get lost along the way. As well thought out and smart as I thought her plan was, I never thought I could do androgenous................. but things change.  I started self medding on herbals about 10 or 11 months ago.  I'm not on a program, until I saw my doctor last month I really didn't know if what i was doing was safe.  A few have asked what I am doing, even though everything seems ok with my doctor, who knows what the long term effect could be so I really feel a little wierd about sharing.  I will say I did a lot of reading, bought a few things, did a lot more reading, bought a little more....etc...etc.  I will say that at this point, I am eating enough ......................"roughage in pill form", to sustain 3 sheep, 4 goats, 2 cows.............and a camel.  I know there are many of you here, and outside our world that will tell you they don't work. They're wrong.  I know they probably don't work as well as the real thing, and I know they will never make me look like Jessica Rabbit, but because of my work environment, and not really being totally out, they "fit" me well.  I know it seems like I'm rambling a bit at this point, but they were the tipping point for me.  I have changed, a little physically, and a lot mentally in the last 10 months, the slight changes in my body have made me feel so incredibly better about myself. Far less depression, and I've found myself where I never thought I would be, moving towards androgenous.  When I am in drab my chest now slightly shows even under the very loose clothes that I wear.  My waist is smaller, and my pants fit a little tighter in the back. My measurements are 39, 33, 39 Now when I am in drab, I feel like I am impersonating a man. I use BB cream on my face, I have for quite some time as my skin is not the best because of the harsh desert environment I live in.  It is tinted and is like a light foundation.  I used to sleep in it. I recently started wearing it pretty much everywhere except work.  I also had bought mascarra that is designed to help your lashes grow and I used to wear it at night when I slept, and of course when I went out as "me".  But now I am wearing it everywhere but work.  I don't wear a lot when I am drab, but I wear it all the time.  It's all a very slippery slope I think and these are the beginning stages of my run down the hill of happiness.
    Mar 02, 2013 2329
  • 01 Feb 2009
    Well i had 5 fabby nites in london the other week which is rearly woken me up to who i am , to the point of im now waiting for councilling and on prozac .Also back in work aswell which is ok job nothing to shout about but has bought more medical issues with me to light so also on pills for them lol so all in all yeah im happy , but im depressed and also happy
    2318 Posted by christina dearlove
  • Well i had 5 fabby nites in london the other week which is rearly woken me up to who i am , to the point of im now waiting for councilling and on prozac .Also back in work aswell which is ok job nothing to shout about but has bought more medical issues with me to light so also on pills for them lol so all in all yeah im happy , but im depressed and also happy
    Feb 01, 2009 2318
  • 07 Jul 2008
    Well sparkle was just over a week ago adn was a wicked weekend with 3 real fab friends , wicked weekend was had by all and was good to meet some of you T web peeps whist there . Why blues well back to normal crap life , i no i can have more than this , and i want more than wot ive got , i need a fresh start a new life . No im not leaving and going back in the closet far from it , im looking into moving north with a friend and ive enroled in a beauty deplomaFRIENDS FOR EVER ( thankies Traci for taking this piccie you should of been in it with us )
    2313 Posted by christina dearlove
  • Well sparkle was just over a week ago adn was a wicked weekend with 3 real fab friends , wicked weekend was had by all and was good to meet some of you T web peeps whist there . Why blues well back to normal crap life , i no i can have more than this , and i want more than wot ive got , i need a fresh start a new life . No im not leaving and going back in the closet far from it , im looking into moving north with a friend and ive enroled in a beauty deplomaFRIENDS FOR EVER ( thankies Traci for taking this piccie you should of been in it with us )
    Jul 07, 2008 2313
  • 31 Oct 2009
      I have now been taking oestrogen for five years and one day, seemed like a bit of a milestone, so… It’s going, kind of how I expected I guess. My breasts have been feeling a bit tender again recently so maybe I’m just starting on another growth splurge. I think development stops and starts a bit, but overall it’s so slow that you hardly notice it. I’m happily filling an A cup now though (was double-A for about 3 and a half years) and even have a few B-cup bra’s that don’t look too silly. I still have a way to go I believe, before breast development will cease, and don’t fret about it, in fact I think my modest boobs are kind of cute, big enough to not be embarrassed about them in changing rooms, or on the nudist beach. Generally I still feel… great. That was the other big thing I noticed pretty quickly with oestrogen; that ennui, the male moodiness, a certain je ne sais quoi, has never reappeared. I know a lot of guys who I’m sure would be much happier, and much nicer people if they took a small dose of oestrogen! Anyway… I’m off on holiday again soon so me and Gillian went shopping yesterday to get kitted out, she needing more clothes than I do. I really must get selling stuff on ebay; I am running out of space. And I must stop going on shopping trips, but Gillian pleaded with me to come so how could I refuse. Of course I ended up buying more stuff than her… I am soooo bad. So after shopping we went out for dinner, and that’s my idea of a perfect girly day. Shop shop shop, eat, drink. What more could a girl want? Oh yeah, sex, it’s been a while, forgot about that. Maybe in Jamaica, just over 3 weeks to go, yayyy. I bought a red top! "Yeah… so..?" I have never bought anything red, I dunno know why, I’ve just never been sure about it. But we found this nice, casual knitted top, a bit see through, Gilly tried it on first, she’s a bit bigger than me, in all directions, and was well and truly pissed off when I tried it and it fitted me perfectly, and to my surprise, looked great. Found a red bra in the sale at TK Maxx which works great with it, the black bra underneath was a bit tarty, having a same colour bra just gives it a suggestion of seductiveness, rather than total tart. My mum’ll be horrified reading this, "See through top?!" but it’s not that bad mum, honest, it’s nice really, in a casual, but red, sort of way. Anyway it’s a first for me. It’s only taken me 16 years (since I really started buying clothes for myself) to buy something red. I think it goes well with my blonde hair, I could be converted (must do my roots though). Gilly is having a Halloween party tomorrow night. I have a bag of eyeballs for her. Not sure what I will wear yet. Probably my raggedy black dress with black shawl, and accessorise with my Christian Dior broomstick. Happy Halloween, guys and ghouls. xx
    2311 Posted by Lucy Diamond
  •   I have now been taking oestrogen for five years and one day, seemed like a bit of a milestone, so… It’s going, kind of how I expected I guess. My breasts have been feeling a bit tender again recently so maybe I’m just starting on another growth splurge. I think development stops and starts a bit, but overall it’s so slow that you hardly notice it. I’m happily filling an A cup now though (was double-A for about 3 and a half years) and even have a few B-cup bra’s that don’t look too silly. I still have a way to go I believe, before breast development will cease, and don’t fret about it, in fact I think my modest boobs are kind of cute, big enough to not be embarrassed about them in changing rooms, or on the nudist beach. Generally I still feel… great. That was the other big thing I noticed pretty quickly with oestrogen; that ennui, the male moodiness, a certain je ne sais quoi, has never reappeared. I know a lot of guys who I’m sure would be much happier, and much nicer people if they took a small dose of oestrogen! Anyway… I’m off on holiday again soon so me and Gillian went shopping yesterday to get kitted out, she needing more clothes than I do. I really must get selling stuff on ebay; I am running out of space. And I must stop going on shopping trips, but Gillian pleaded with me to come so how could I refuse. Of course I ended up buying more stuff than her… I am soooo bad. So after shopping we went out for dinner, and that’s my idea of a perfect girly day. Shop shop shop, eat, drink. What more could a girl want? Oh yeah, sex, it’s been a while, forgot about that. Maybe in Jamaica, just over 3 weeks to go, yayyy. I bought a red top! "Yeah… so..?" I have never bought anything red, I dunno know why, I’ve just never been sure about it. But we found this nice, casual knitted top, a bit see through, Gilly tried it on first, she’s a bit bigger than me, in all directions, and was well and truly pissed off when I tried it and it fitted me perfectly, and to my surprise, looked great. Found a red bra in the sale at TK Maxx which works great with it, the black bra underneath was a bit tarty, having a same colour bra just gives it a suggestion of seductiveness, rather than total tart. My mum’ll be horrified reading this, "See through top?!" but it’s not that bad mum, honest, it’s nice really, in a casual, but red, sort of way. Anyway it’s a first for me. It’s only taken me 16 years (since I really started buying clothes for myself) to buy something red. I think it goes well with my blonde hair, I could be converted (must do my roots though). Gilly is having a Halloween party tomorrow night. I have a bag of eyeballs for her. Not sure what I will wear yet. Probably my raggedy black dress with black shawl, and accessorise with my Christian Dior broomstick. Happy Halloween, guys and ghouls. xx
    Oct 31, 2009 2311
  • 18 Mar 2012
    So there we were three girls all glammed up and ready to hit the club.   We set off across the car park heels clicking as we went, you have to love that sound! The first obsticle we came across was a grass verge which we all managed to get across with not to much trouble. Then across the road to the club, which was easy as there are few cars around at 3.30am.   As the club are working on their main entrance it was not easy to find the way in. I saw a sign saying safe route, so decided to go that way. Debs and Faye went down the sloping driveway. Faye got down okay but Debs came down a little quicker and less in control. It was at this point i remember Debs saying she had never walked more than the length of her living room on heels and it bought it home to me that this was her first time out which by now was hard to believe. Arriving safely at the entrance, just, we climbed the stairs to enter the club.   We entered the club and paid the entance fee, which was very reasonable at £7. We then walked into the club with a welcome from the security of "welcome ladies" what more could we ask for?   The club itself is amazing. Fires blazing in the smoking area, a warm welcome and a lot of security. What more can a girl ask for? The first stop was the bar in the smoking area. How nice to stand at a bar and order a drink while smoking? Debs got the first round ( with no pressure from me and Faye.....lol) and we were all open mouthed at the price, over £20 for three drinks, until the barmaid said there was a mistake on the till. Which was a real relief to all of us i think, as it might have been a very expensive weekend else. After finishing our cigs we headed into the main part of the club. Despite the late hour, or should i say early hour? the club was quite busy with a buzzing atmosphere.   We decided to head up to the top floor which is the quite area of the club. Walking through the club we passed the dance floor, which was quite busy despite the hour. Arriving at the top floor i head to the bar to get the drinks in while debs and Faye go and sit down. Drinks in hand i head to where Debs and Faye are sat chatting away and hand the girls their drinks. I sit down and we have a toast to the GS girls day out and all agree it has been a brilliant day. We chat, laugh and joke about our day, the makeovers and no end of subjects. Sitting chatting with the girls i found it hard to believe a few  things. Firstly that is was Debs first time out as she was so femme and confident, then the confindence i felt in myself being as it was only my second time out as Monique, the fact that Faye is so relaxed as herself, then the confidence i have as it is only my second time out as Monique, the way we were chatting like friends who see each other everyday which felt so nice and lastly that we had all only met as a group a mere 14hrs ago.   After chatting for a while it was decided we would hit the dance floor. A quick trip down stairs and we were stutting our stuff! Despite what she says Debs moves really well as does Faye. The dance floor had mirrors all around it and i did notice we were all checking ourselves out while dancing, for me it was so nice just to be me and enjoy dancing without a care in the world. At one point a stange looking man came and tried to grab my hand but i waved him away, he then went and grabbed Fayes hand but she made it clear she wasnt interested and he backed off, i must say even at this point i wasnt concerned about our safety as i could see at least 4 security staff about. After strutting our stuff for a while we decided to head back to the hotel. On the way out Debs decided she was hungry, so she ordered a bugger and chips. While waiting another round of drinks were bought and we chatted while waiting for the food. It was a this point i coughed and sneezed at the same time and managed to cover my face with what i was drinking, not a good look. I headed off to the toilet quickly to find some tissue to clean myself up. Exiting the toilet i find Faye heading towards me with more tissue in hand and a concerned look on her face. I tell her im fine and thank her for helping ( she wiped the bits I missed). By now Debs has her burger and chips so we head out of the club back to the hotel.   The journey back to the hotel was less eventfull than the journey there , apart from Debs flashing her stunning legs at a passing car. Back at the hotel outside our rooms we have a group hug and say our goodnights. Back in my room i realise im a bit hungry and wish i had got some food from the club. Then i remember i had some quavers in the car, so i grab the keys for the car and head to the car park. Exiting the hotel i light a cig and get the quavers from the car, while smoking my cig i cant help but smile to myself as i think about what a perfect day it has been and wonder if the weekend can get any better. Back in my room i remove my makeup get into bed and eat my quavers reflecting on a wonderfull day. I check my watch and it is 6.10am, god i need to sleep. That was the last thing i remember of the Fri/Sat of my best weekend ever.   To be continued
    2303 Posted by monique aka *mini Mon* h
  • So there we were three girls all glammed up and ready to hit the club.   We set off across the car park heels clicking as we went, you have to love that sound! The first obsticle we came across was a grass verge which we all managed to get across with not to much trouble. Then across the road to the club, which was easy as there are few cars around at 3.30am.   As the club are working on their main entrance it was not easy to find the way in. I saw a sign saying safe route, so decided to go that way. Debs and Faye went down the sloping driveway. Faye got down okay but Debs came down a little quicker and less in control. It was at this point i remember Debs saying she had never walked more than the length of her living room on heels and it bought it home to me that this was her first time out which by now was hard to believe. Arriving safely at the entrance, just, we climbed the stairs to enter the club.   We entered the club and paid the entance fee, which was very reasonable at £7. We then walked into the club with a welcome from the security of "welcome ladies" what more could we ask for?   The club itself is amazing. Fires blazing in the smoking area, a warm welcome and a lot of security. What more can a girl ask for? The first stop was the bar in the smoking area. How nice to stand at a bar and order a drink while smoking? Debs got the first round ( with no pressure from me and Faye.....lol) and we were all open mouthed at the price, over £20 for three drinks, until the barmaid said there was a mistake on the till. Which was a real relief to all of us i think, as it might have been a very expensive weekend else. After finishing our cigs we headed into the main part of the club. Despite the late hour, or should i say early hour? the club was quite busy with a buzzing atmosphere.   We decided to head up to the top floor which is the quite area of the club. Walking through the club we passed the dance floor, which was quite busy despite the hour. Arriving at the top floor i head to the bar to get the drinks in while debs and Faye go and sit down. Drinks in hand i head to where Debs and Faye are sat chatting away and hand the girls their drinks. I sit down and we have a toast to the GS girls day out and all agree it has been a brilliant day. We chat, laugh and joke about our day, the makeovers and no end of subjects. Sitting chatting with the girls i found it hard to believe a few  things. Firstly that is was Debs first time out as she was so femme and confident, then the confindence i felt in myself being as it was only my second time out as Monique, the fact that Faye is so relaxed as herself, then the confidence i have as it is only my second time out as Monique, the way we were chatting like friends who see each other everyday which felt so nice and lastly that we had all only met as a group a mere 14hrs ago.   After chatting for a while it was decided we would hit the dance floor. A quick trip down stairs and we were stutting our stuff! Despite what she says Debs moves really well as does Faye. The dance floor had mirrors all around it and i did notice we were all checking ourselves out while dancing, for me it was so nice just to be me and enjoy dancing without a care in the world. At one point a stange looking man came and tried to grab my hand but i waved him away, he then went and grabbed Fayes hand but she made it clear she wasnt interested and he backed off, i must say even at this point i wasnt concerned about our safety as i could see at least 4 security staff about. After strutting our stuff for a while we decided to head back to the hotel. On the way out Debs decided she was hungry, so she ordered a bugger and chips. While waiting another round of drinks were bought and we chatted while waiting for the food. It was a this point i coughed and sneezed at the same time and managed to cover my face with what i was drinking, not a good look. I headed off to the toilet quickly to find some tissue to clean myself up. Exiting the toilet i find Faye heading towards me with more tissue in hand and a concerned look on her face. I tell her im fine and thank her for helping ( she wiped the bits I missed). By now Debs has her burger and chips so we head out of the club back to the hotel.   The journey back to the hotel was less eventfull than the journey there , apart from Debs flashing her stunning legs at a passing car. Back at the hotel outside our rooms we have a group hug and say our goodnights. Back in my room i realise im a bit hungry and wish i had got some food from the club. Then i remember i had some quavers in the car, so i grab the keys for the car and head to the car park. Exiting the hotel i light a cig and get the quavers from the car, while smoking my cig i cant help but smile to myself as i think about what a perfect day it has been and wonder if the weekend can get any better. Back in my room i remove my makeup get into bed and eat my quavers reflecting on a wonderfull day. I check my watch and it is 6.10am, god i need to sleep. That was the last thing i remember of the Fri/Sat of my best weekend ever.   To be continued
    Mar 18, 2012 2303
  • 28 Aug 2008
    Letter from Tesco's - hilarious  Proof of what can happen if a wife or girlfriend drags her husband or boyfriend along shopping. This letter was recently sent by Tesco's Head Office to a customer in Oxford : Dear Mrs. Murray,   While we thank you for your valued custom and use of the Tesco Loyalty Card, the Manager of our store in Banbury is considering banning you and your family from shopping with us, unless your husband stops his antics. Below is a list of offences over the past few months all verified by our surveillance cameras: 1. June 15: Took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people's trolleys when they weren't looking. 2. July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5-minute intervals. 3. July 7: Made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to feminine products aisle. 4. July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official tone, 'Code 3' in house wares..... and watched what happened. 5. August 14: Moved a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area. 6. September 15: Set up a tent in the outdoor clothing department and told shoppers he'd invite them in if they would bring sausages and a Calor gas stove. 7. September 23: When the Deputy Manager asked if she could help him, he began to cry and asked, 'Why can't you people just leave me alone?' 8. October 4: Looked right into the security camera; used it as a mirror, picked his nose, and ate it. 9. November 10: While appearing to be choosing kitchen knives in the House wares aisle asked an assistant if he knew where the antidepressants were. 10.. December 3: Darted around the store suspiciously, loudly humming the Mission Impossible' theme. 11. December 6: In the kitchenware aisle, practised the 'Madonna look' using different size funnels. 12. December 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browsed, yelled 'PICK ME!' 'PICK ME!' 13. December 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, assumed the foetal position and screamed 'NO! NO! It's those voices again.' And; last, but not least: 14. December 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door, waited a while; then yelled, very loudly, 'There is no toilet paper in here.'
    2301 Posted by christina dearlove
  • Letter from Tesco's - hilarious  Proof of what can happen if a wife or girlfriend drags her husband or boyfriend along shopping. This letter was recently sent by Tesco's Head Office to a customer in Oxford : Dear Mrs. Murray,   While we thank you for your valued custom and use of the Tesco Loyalty Card, the Manager of our store in Banbury is considering banning you and your family from shopping with us, unless your husband stops his antics. Below is a list of offences over the past few months all verified by our surveillance cameras: 1. June 15: Took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people's trolleys when they weren't looking. 2. July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5-minute intervals. 3. July 7: Made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to feminine products aisle. 4. July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official tone, 'Code 3' in house wares..... and watched what happened. 5. August 14: Moved a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area. 6. September 15: Set up a tent in the outdoor clothing department and told shoppers he'd invite them in if they would bring sausages and a Calor gas stove. 7. September 23: When the Deputy Manager asked if she could help him, he began to cry and asked, 'Why can't you people just leave me alone?' 8. October 4: Looked right into the security camera; used it as a mirror, picked his nose, and ate it. 9. November 10: While appearing to be choosing kitchen knives in the House wares aisle asked an assistant if he knew where the antidepressants were. 10.. December 3: Darted around the store suspiciously, loudly humming the Mission Impossible' theme. 11. December 6: In the kitchenware aisle, practised the 'Madonna look' using different size funnels. 12. December 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browsed, yelled 'PICK ME!' 'PICK ME!' 13. December 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, assumed the foetal position and screamed 'NO! NO! It's those voices again.' And; last, but not least: 14. December 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door, waited a while; then yelled, very loudly, 'There is no toilet paper in here.'
    Aug 28, 2008 2301
  • 03 May 2010
    I hardly blog anymore!  I don't have the time!Karen Brad is writing enough about her trip here.  Because of her trip I am doing some serious thinking about maybe going back to the boats this summer (if I can!).  It was great being able to talk about Chicago history and architecture like that.Josie will be here next week.  8 days away!  I cannot wait.  For the first time I will be able to really give her a Chicago tour, like I did for Karen.  We just never had the time before.Things have gone south with the museum.  I need to get out of there.  I can't believe a place I loved so much became so bad.  I cannot tolerate how they treat me, especially after all I have done for them.On the plus side, I am going to be publishing another book this year, my school is trying to get me on fulltime, and I have another conference to attend.  But the one big thing is that I am pretty much fully out.  And that is a relief.
    2298 Posted by Meredith Newton
  • I hardly blog anymore!  I don't have the time!Karen Brad is writing enough about her trip here.  Because of her trip I am doing some serious thinking about maybe going back to the boats this summer (if I can!).  It was great being able to talk about Chicago history and architecture like that.Josie will be here next week.  8 days away!  I cannot wait.  For the first time I will be able to really give her a Chicago tour, like I did for Karen.  We just never had the time before.Things have gone south with the museum.  I need to get out of there.  I can't believe a place I loved so much became so bad.  I cannot tolerate how they treat me, especially after all I have done for them.On the plus side, I am going to be publishing another book this year, my school is trying to get me on fulltime, and I have another conference to attend.  But the one big thing is that I am pretty much fully out.  And that is a relief.
    May 03, 2010 2298
  • 16 Nov 2008
    After dragging my heels for years, I finally saw my GP on friday evening. Expecting a difficult time explaining things, imagine my surprise to discover she is not only fully supportive but works closely with a local Gender Identity Clinic - which I never knew existed! Towards the end of my appointment, she phoned the Clinic, spoke to the Doctor there who said she could see me the next morning.So on Saturday morning I had a meeting at the Clinic. Where I discovered the Doctor is transexual, very knowledgeable and very competent. I could'nt ask for better care.And if that was'nt enough - and I've been buzzing all weekend! - I had a message on Facebook from a niece I have'nt seen in more than 8 years, she's 21 now. Amongst other things she said: "Uncle or auntie you are always a welcome member of OUR family anytime."I can't remember ever having such an amazing 24hrs!Much love.Rae xx[Still on cloud 9!!!]
    2298 Posted by Rae K
  • By Rae K
    After dragging my heels for years, I finally saw my GP on friday evening. Expecting a difficult time explaining things, imagine my surprise to discover she is not only fully supportive but works closely with a local Gender Identity Clinic - which I never knew existed! Towards the end of my appointment, she phoned the Clinic, spoke to the Doctor there who said she could see me the next morning.So on Saturday morning I had a meeting at the Clinic. Where I discovered the Doctor is transexual, very knowledgeable and very competent. I could'nt ask for better care.And if that was'nt enough - and I've been buzzing all weekend! - I had a message on Facebook from a niece I have'nt seen in more than 8 years, she's 21 now. Amongst other things she said: "Uncle or auntie you are always a welcome member of OUR family anytime."I can't remember ever having such an amazing 24hrs!Much love.Rae xx[Still on cloud 9!!!]
    Nov 16, 2008 2298